Emily POV
On Wednesday morning, I was knee deep in a budget revision, aggressively typing like the keyboard owed me child support, when my phone buzzed.
From: Mr. Steele
"Please bring the monthly analytics to my office. Now."
Ugh.
So much for pretending he didn't exist.
I took a deep breath, straightened my blouse, checked that my face didn't scream emotional wreck, grabbed the file, and made my way to the lair of the emotionally unavailable CEO with bedroom eyes and a God complex.
He was on the phone when I walked in, pacing behind his desk like a panther in designer shoes, but his eyes flicked up the second I entered.
I didn't flinch. Not this time.
"Set the meeting for next week. I'll get back to you with a confirmed time," he said coolly, then hung up witho
