NO ESCAPE
1041 Words
Glydon’s POV
Mindlessly, I sauntered out of the meeting room. I got hired after literally yelling at the CEO. My teammates were overjoyed by the news. But I felt something was wrong with the situation.
Did I really impress him like Mr. Han had said when I asked him earlier?
“Relax, Glyn. You are overthinking too much. What matters is that our project passed the first stage. You need to stop being pessimistic about things," Chloe said, grinning from ear to ear.
She had been jubilating since the presentation ended and boasting about how competent our team was, regardless of the fact that we literally didn't do anything impressive.
“Let's have a team dinner. Bills on me," she declared excitedly.
I couldn't help but feel relaxed. I knew how much this project meant to Chloe. So, letting her enjoy the victory was all I could give.
Plus, I would do anything to make my best friend smile.
“We should have a sleepover," she suggested.
“Okay, but not tonight. Chris and I have something special to do tonight." I blushed, thinking of another passionate night with him.
Chloe rolled her eyes and turned to her desk. She never liked Chris. Whenever I mentioned his name, she would frown and end whatever conversation we were having.
“C'mon, Chloe. You don't have to do this all the time. Soon, we will get married, and Chris will be part of our lives," I pointed out, hoping she would change her mind about him.
But Chloe was Chloe.
“Have you ever thought of Chris being honest with you?"
“We are not going to have this argument again, Chloe. Can't you just be happy for me?" I cooed.
“I love you, Glyn. But when I see a premium cheater, my gut never lies."
“Maybe your gut is wrong this time," I snapped, getting annoyed by her words.
“Fine. Maybe I am wrong. But please, don't trust him too much. I will always support your decisions no matter how bad or good they are," she said with a dismissive tone.
We gave each other a little hug of reconciliation and went back to our work.
Later in the afternoon, Mr. Han called me to the CEO's office. My heart sank into my stomach as I thought of many possibilities for being summoned.
Maybe he was going to fire me for good.
I followed Mr. Han into his office, a bit nervous as I stepped into the suffocating space that only brought tears to employees who entered.
"Boss, she is here," Mr. Han announced before stepping out.
At the window, Mr. Rognez stood in front of the ceiling-to-floor transparent glass that held a spectacular view of the city.
I stood in silence for two minutes, pondering what to say if I was asked any questions.
“How many years have you been working at Rognez Empire?" he questioned, his voice deep and void of emotion.
“Six years, sir."
“That's a good number of years."
He turned around with a glass of unfinished wine.
“Do you know why I selected your project for the next commercial season?"
He asked the question on my mind.
Honestly, I had no idea at all. The whole passing thing didn't seem reasonable to me when I didn't even present the project.
He approached me with careful steps and stopped when there was a little gap between us. I could scent his woody cologne, minty and icy, just like him.
“You wanted something different, I guess?" I shrugged my shoulders, a bit nervous that he would remember my rude behavior towards him earlier.
“Wrong."
He lifted my chin with his index finger, making me stare into his deep ocean eyes. My hair stood on end as chills ran down my body.
Why does it feel like I am being interrogated for something unusual?
“Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked.
“What?"
He raised one of his brows, waiting for an answer.
“I...I do."
“Break up with him," he ordered.
I swatted his finger away from my chin and glared up at him.
“Excuse me?" I scoffed, taking a step back. “You have no right to question my personal life," I said curtly.
He snapped his fingers as if I had done something impressive.
“That's the attitude I need."
My brows creased together, confused by what he meant by attitude.
“I have a proposal for you. A building complex under your name, a free passport to access any country of your choice, and unlimited access to a premium black card."
He listed it all in one breath, then continued shortly.
“You will have all I have mentioned if you agree to become my contract wife for a year."
I burst out laughing. I swear, if I didn't work here, I would have thought my CEO was a clown. A contract marriage? To him? I would rather jump off a cliff than agree to become the wife of a cold-hearted perfectionist.
“The last time I checked, women with high status aren't finished in this country or the world."
I stepped closer, maintaining a safe distance between us.
“Mr. CEO, if you want a wife, go find one on your list of business partners. I am already taken."
I maneuvered towards the door, pissed off by his audacity. He barely even knew me. An ordinary employee becomes a CEO's contract wife. I must have offended the king in my past life.
“Walk out that door, and you are fired," he muttered.
I paused, stopping in front of the door.
Aggravated, I flipped my hair to the side, turned on my heels, pulled up my middle finger, then yanked the door open and left.
I trudged out of the office, ignoring Chloe, who tried to talk to me. Later, I would explain the whole situation to her.
I went straight home, hoping to meet Chris and tell him about my day.
However, when I got home, Chris already had another surprise for me.
On my couch, naked and sweaty, Chris was buried deep inside another woman.
Lucy Howard, my f*****g annoying neighbor.
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