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cutive meeting. According to the higher-ups, the board of directors, stakeho

to be a part of today's meeting, I'm also v

to present our ideas for the company's growth, and I

e-length gown, showing my perky curves. I tied my honey-blonde hair into a slick ponytail and add

b. It's just seven in the morning, but I wanted to get th

fused, especially as the stranger I'd almost slept with and the actual CEO, Mr. Nathan Anderson, happened to be namesakes. I later on learned that the club belon

w isn't some drop-dead gorgeous guy with killer dance moves, he

ow that's him- the CEO of Anderson's Empire, isn't th

taxi pulled at the complaints front. I walked inside,

, where every important figure that makes up this prestigious company is. I worked

move, I'm

r stutter, I can kiss

raging smile, I nod in return as I start. I present everything

e most certain that we would not just flourish, but top th

f them nodded in approval. My teammates were smiling behind the projector we used. Everything went well. I did it. I

you Miss Brown. " He complimented a

e important to do, the real

I thought this meeting would end after my team's presentation. I look

d his throat be

O, why did he refer to him as Mr Thompson? I thought t

, after his ten months-long business tour, ladies and gentlemen,

erous applause followed. The door swung

myself, every head turned in my direction. It couldn't be......t

Anderson, a

is head slightly tilted as if

you're new? " He asked in the awkward s

rator. She started barely three months ago, but she by far, is our

I was still dumbfounded by this insane coincidence. So

ght he was stunning that night, that's an understatement, or under thinking, because right now, with his dapper tailored suit, I doubt if there's any man that could compete with h

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idn't even spare me more than a two-second glance. Seems like he's forgotten about

of you are surprised, only a few of you know me. The day my father handed this empire over to me, I wasn't ready for the stress and fame that comes with being the

eting came to an end, and one by one, everyone left. My team was the last

w me, he didn't remember. I could only imagin

m about to turn left and head for the elevator, I'm yank

ing left and right to see that there's

erson? "

r. His firm and muscular hands pinned me to the w

as the corner of his lip

etter when you call me Nathan, especially when you're moaning to it. " H

remembers, he

Annette, there'll be

d of my hair back and br