ZOE
I left the meeting room with my legs still trembling from the adrenaline coursing through me like an electric shock. Everyone, absolutely everyone, was congratulating Nikolai for, “the intelligent and brilliant employee he has.”
My chest swelled like a helium balloon. I couldn't help it. I, Zoe Morel, the woman who always seemed to trip over life's hurdles, had managed to impress a group of suit-wearing sharks who could smell weakness from miles away. And I had done it alone, because Mr. “I'm an arrogant and sexy CEO” had decided to take a call at the worst moment.
“Well, Zoe. For once, you didn't turn into a disaster. For once, you didn't screw it up.”
I overheard one of the investors enthusiastically shaking Nikolai's hand:
"Let's prepare the contract as soon as possible. We are
