Mr. Ceo Wants Me
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moment of my presentation. Had I said enough? Did I defend my
ore the red-haired woman, Claudia, or so I'd
" she began, her voice low but bi
, caught off gua
descending smirk. "I'm saying you should save yourself the emb
my back. "What the hell
, it's fine for someone's second wedding at a rustic barn, but for Isabella
d it to be foolish," she said with a shrug. "You sounded like a nervous intern trying to defend a class project
ds sunk in. She was trying to get in my head, t
cking down, I squ
the anger simmering just beneath the surface. "But the only opinion that matters right now is Isabella La
nd before returning, sharper this time. S
don't take it too hard when you lose
dn't give her the satisf
asn't about to let her intimidate me, not aft
t away, its heavy frame practically vibrating with th
e in the back of my mind echoed Claudia's words.
ced it just
ng you could, Aria.
waited in tense silence. The seconds stretched into min
nd the two other panelists. They looked composed, their expressions revealing nothing of the d
l. Isabella glanced at me briefly, offering the faintest of smiles before disappearing aro
ver both Claudia and me. For a moment, his face was
and calm. "Please come inside the co
ain I'd mishear
eated, more firmly this time.
cuse me?" she said, her voice sharp a
ith the same composed demeanor he always wore. "Thank yo
er shock and indignation. "This has to be a mistake," she snapped, her voice risin
ing through her outburst. "The decision has been
etter of it. With a huff, she spun on her heel and stormed down
ed. My legs felt like jelly, and my hands trembled sli
ing the silence. "Are
The space was eerily quiet now, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning. The tens
e long table where the panel had sat. He turned to face me, his
he said simply. "
I managed, my voice barely above a w
his tone softening just slightly. "Your work
mine with a mix of appraisal and authority. "This opportunity doesn't come often, M
eart racing as I tried