Mr. Ceo Wants Me

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here and those who never will. As I stand in the towering lobby of one of the world

me lingering in the air like a cloud of judgment. I square

em. Confidence is part of the game in my line of work, and no

of polite disinterest. She barely glances up from her c

ep inside and take a deep breath. I've walked into high-stakes meetings before. CEOs, boardrooms,

, he's built Blackthorne Atelier into an international powerhou

chable. He's the man who single-handedly saved his family's legacy and turned it into an empi

ice space with panoramic views of New York City. The air smells like expensive leather and so

elow like a glittering promise of ambition and chaos, but I don't have time to admire it

ne growls, his tone clipped. "If that shipment isn't her

gainst the wall of windows, phone pressed to his ear. Even from behind, he's a commanding

side, each clutching sleek black folders. Their posture varies, one fidgets with her sleeve, another bite

stants, interns? I don't know, but they all look as if they've been handpicked for this moment. One of

e, and quietly make my way over to join them. I might not k

vacation. Find him. Wake him up. Bribe him. Do whatever you have to, but if those fabrics

ick of his hand, muttering something un

n I see him...

and perfectly curated TV appearances did him no justice.

iberate. His dark hair gleams under the sunlight spilling into the office, nea

m, pausing momentarily on me before shifting to the others. My breath hitches, jus

ou're al

of a blade. He steps forward, sliding his hands into his pockets

me to waste, and neither do you. I expect results, not excuses. If you're standing in this room, it means

lliot's gaze lands on her. She freezes u

brink of its most important merger yet. I'm not interested in half-measures or hand-holding. Whoever earns

ir, daring someone to s

thorne with charm or theatrics. I'm here because I'm damn good at what I do, a

ng, and I resist the urge to squirm under his scrutiny. It's like bei

away, as if te