Tying the knot with Mr. Perfect

booming like a TV announcer, her hands gesturing dramatically as she sat in the sleek, modern lobby of APEX Ventures. "A-P-E-X Ventures," sh

as Pheobe launched into the story of the compa

eobe said, her voice dropping to a whisper, as if sharing a secre

any failing business into a goldmine. They say he's ruthless, cunning, and always one step ahead of the game." Pheobe

rge his own path and founded APEX Ventures. Over time, he strategically expanded his portfolio by acquiring struggling companies across various industries, masterfully turning them around, and transforming them

t to his unparalleled business acumen. And as if fate had blessed him with an abundance of gifts, he also possessed ch

w. "I once watched an interview where he spoke about his company, and I must say, he's not only intelligent and charismatic, bu

his behavior was as good as his looks," she sighed, a hint of irony in her tone.

ed. "No, what do you call him?" she ask

cret. "He believes he's perfect, and when someone makes a mistake, he'll say..." She

"Out? As in fired?" she asked,

you how he hates people standing very close to him, especially ladies. He has this...personal

"So, how close is too close?" she a

way, no, 50 meters away, just to be careful. Trust me, you don't want to get too clos

"Are you serious?" she asked, her voice laced with skepticism. "You're telling me that if

he took a sip. "Yes, that's right. He's very particular about who

lematic, why do you guys hire new workers every month? I

onth because he fires them at the end of every month," she said, her voice laced with a hint of frustra

he implications. "So, you're saying that people are

is one thing that's keeping me here too," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I

n. "My friend, how have you been able to survive your

ean, don't even let him know you exist in the company." She shared her escape remedy, her voice laced with a h

her mind racing wit

him." She cautioned her dear friend, who didn't work in the company but might one day cross paths with her psychopathic boss. Just then, her gaze

touching the bandaged spot on her

p playing double for Binnie?" she asked, her voice laced with worry. She had seen her dear friend

her eyes sparkling with excitement. "So, after tomorrow, I'll stop acting as a double for her and start being myself." She couldn'

own fame," she added, picking up her now empty coffee cup. "Wait here, I'll go refill my cup."

loaded photos of Binnie, the actress she had been working as a double for. She sighed as she scrolled through the photos, feeling a m

orkers began to clear the way, some instantly getting to th

aring a path as if a president or dignitary was about to arrive. She got up from her seat to get a better view,

eated, her eyes scannin

s phone to slip from her hand and fall to the floor. Before she could even react, another worker, equally frantic, ki

Her eyes scanned the lobby, and that's when she saw Jojo, standing in the direct path of the approaching Mr. Perfect. The workers we

y, her attention fixed on the cracked screen of her phone as she let out a frustrated sigh. "Seriousl

er eye - a worker franticall

veling up the length of his tall, imposing frame. He stood over six feet tall, a towering giant compared to her petite five-foot

isapproval. His nose was pointed, giving him a slightly aristocratic air, and his lips... oh, his lips were a work of art. Shaped

s it the rugged features that seemed chiseled from the very earth itself, as if the gods had hewn him from the granite of the mountains? Or was it the sharp jawline that seemed to jut out in de

t. And then, without even realizing it, the words escaped her lips in a barely audible whisper: "He's handsome." She didn't even know she had spoken aloud, so los

head to toe, then back again, as if trying to memorize every inch of her. She sq

voice whispered, "Who are you?" - a question that jolted her back

like an eternity, she found the right answer - or so she thought. "I don't work here... hehe!" she chirped, her voice inexplicably rising to a high-pitched squeak,

ered expression. It was as if he was sizing her up, and finding her wanting. Then, his attention shifted to his secretary, his voice low and calm, but with a

between Gerald and his secretary, as if anticip

ixed on Gerald with a mixture of fear and respect. He maintained a safe distance, as

e man with a hint of disdain, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

oice squeaking in disbelief. She looked around, half-expecting to see a dark cloud hovering over her head, or a pointed tail sprouting from

, his eyes narrowed as if daring J

apologized, his bow deepening, his eyes fixed

're out," he dismissed the guard with a wave of hi

a fierce determination. "Are you firing him because of me?" she demanded, her gaze darting to the middle-aged man, who looked like

hemselves, their eyes wide with wonder. "Did she just...?" "Is she crazy?" "Wow, she's got guts!" The whispers sprea

hit," Gerald sneered, his deep, husky voice dripping with venom as he gazed at Jojo with a disg

yes blazing with a fire that threatened to consume her. And then, in a move that surprised even herself, she reached down

t sailed through the air and hit their boss' head with a resounding thud. He stumbled, a

fiance as she glared at the man she had just assaulted with her footwear. The workers were st