Chapter 7: Too Much Is Happening
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Anastasia froze in embarrassment. Her face twisted into a silly expression — best described by the sweat-drop emoji 😅.
Meanwhile, Jane was clearly just getting started.
“Good thing I wasn’t evaluating certain parts of the male body back then,” she added airily, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “Because at the time, let’s just say… his potential wasn’t all that impressive.”
Anastasia tried to pretend she hadn’t heard a thing. But her ears were burning, and her eyes were on the verge of popping out.
“Can’t say what it’s like now…” Jane went on with a playful smile. “Maybe you’ll tell me later…”
And like a wild troublemaker with no brakes, she winked at Anastasia — who jolted as if she’d just been shocked.
“I... um… I need… water. Or just shoot me now,” she finally whispered.
Alex gave his friend a sly look and said:
“Fake fiancée, Jane. FAKE.”
"Oh..." Jane waved it off breezily. "Might’ve been nice to know that earlier."
Clearly, she saw no issue in discussing such intimate details about the boss right in front of his fake fiancée.
At that moment, Alex's phone rang again. He glanced at the screen and immediately answered.
He answered with a curt, “Yeah?” and listened in silence, nodding slowly. “Uh-huh… alright… Got it.” A pause. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
With that, he ended the call.
The playful mood vanished as if it had never existed. The CEO reverted to the commanding boss Anastasia had already grown used to.
"I'm needed at the plant," he said. "Jane, I'm leaving Miss Smith with you. Please make sure she has an appropriate outfit for visiting West House tomorrow."
"Oh dear!" Jane interrupted, feigning drama. "First meeting — and on your father's birthday?"
Alex froze, eyes wide.
"What?... Oh crap... It can't be... I... I completely forgot! Right! Tomorrow's the thirteenth!" he began muttering, increasingly agitated.
"Of course you forgot. You always evacuate the country on that day..." Jane sighed.
"Well, not this year. I already promised..." Alex muttered.
Anastasia thought he looked slightly pale.
"And that means..." he murmured.
"That tomorrow you'll see Miss b***h," Jane finished mercilessly.
Anastasia noticed Alex clenching his jaw tightly — she even thought she heard his teeth grinding.
The girl completely lost track of what was happening.
The day seemed unusually strange and eventful: just half an hour ago, she was sorting papers at her desk, dreaming of a cup of coffee, and now — she was the fake fiancée of the CEO.
The same girl who didn't even have time to trim her nails last night now had to transform into a socialite with impeccable style, manners, and appearance in just one day.
And on top of that — prepare to meet some mysterious “Miss Bitch.”
Interesting... Who is she? And why does even the CEO look like he's about to face Frankenstein when her name is mentioned?
Anastasia glanced back at Jane — who was rummaging through her purse, pulling out more and more little boxes and tiny cases. The number of items seemed unnaturally large for such a compact bag — as if it had been enchanted by Miss Hermione Granger with an Undetectable Extension Charm.
Without slowing her brisk motions or pausing her rummage through the magical bag, Jane said with a sly smile.
"But there's good news for you. I'll be there too. As always — got an invitation from your parents."
She turned her gaze to Anastasia.
"Well then, Miss Smith, of course… I think the one whose name we don’t mention will have her jaw on the floor when she sees your 'girlfriend'."
Especially when you propose to her in front of everyone..."
At that moment, both Alex and Anastasia shouted in unison:
"WHAT?!"
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