The CEO's Contracted Wife

“Good morning, ma’am!” Cresia briefly bowed her head to the employees who were greeting her in the lobby. She was holding her handbag while flawlessly wearing her black bodycon dress. Her dress was a huge contribution to tracing her curvy body and matched her light makeup. After a long minute of constant greeting and walking through the lobby, she finally arrived in the elevator and rode to go to the sixth floor where her office is located just near to her boss’ office. “Good morning, ma’am. Mr. Cervantes is already looking for you,” one of her trusted employees said when she went passed by its cubicle and stood up. “Thank you, Ms. Gonzaga. I will go to his office,” Cresia said and smiled politely. It did not take too long to arrive in her silent and fresh transparent office. All of the furniture is well-organized and her fresh bouquet of flowers being plastered on the table was filling in her nose. Her smile grew when she touched the card where the name of her suitor was input. From: Vince I got a bouquet for you. I hope you like it! Cresia slowly picked up the bouquet and caressed the petals of the pink roses. She was having her sweet moment while thinking about Vince, but it only got interrupted when the telephone rang. Without further ado, she slammed the bouquet and picked up the phone. “Ms. Montenegro,” a chilling and dark voice emerged from the other line. “Where are you already?” “I am already here, sir,” Cresia answered simply. “Then go to my office! Right now!” After that aggressive and demanding request, Cresia did not waste time and hastily grabbed her planner. She fixed her hair by waving it behind her head while walking through the hallway toward her boss’ office. When she was in front of the door, she heaved a heavy sigh before opening it. “What do you mean they turned their back in signing the contract? What happened?” Marky exclaimed while confronting a manager. “They just emailed me, sir, that they are not interested in building the project anymore,” the manager answered while gulping. Inside the office was Marky Cervantes talking to a manager of the email marketing department. Because Cresia felt that she should interfere with the conversation, she galloped toward them. Marky ruffled his hair as if frustrated using his long, strong fingers. “I do not know why they will turn their backs when we did not even do anything wrong!” Marky said and flew his hands in the air. “I also don’t know-“ “What kind of a manager are you? You only have one job and that is knowing the whole information!” “I am so sorry, sir-“ “You are so stu-“ “Mr. Cervantes!” It was the cue to cut what he was saying to the manager. Both of them looked at Cresia who was approaching them. She meaningfully gazed at Marky who was squinting his eyes as if observing her. In the end, she avoided her gaze from her boss and regarded the manager whose eyes were already watering with tears. Oh… it was like the first time in her job when she was accepted as a secretary three years ago. “Hello, ma’am,” Cresia greeted the secretary while smiling angelically. “I will be the one to explain the further details to our CEO.” “Why would you when she is responsible for this mess?!” she heard Marky saying behind her. Cresia almost shut her eyes, but she stopped herself to handle the situation wisely. With a tight, polite smile, she turned to Marky Cervantes, glaring blazingly at her. She knows that look, and he won’t stop that if she does not give answers. “Because I talked to the executive director of the company, sir,” Cresia informed calmly. “He stated that the project was too risky, and after a long evaluation, they decided they will take a step back and look forward to another foreseen successful project but this.” Vince furrowed his eyebrows. “That is impossible. The project is planned by the whole board of directors and there are many investors! The executive director is being insensible!” he said. Cresia looked over her shoulder and signed the manager to take exit of the conversation using her head. The manager wiped her tears, bowed her head, and silently walked towards the door. When Cresia gazed at Marky again, he was intently listening to her and did not even pay attention to the manager who just went outside of the hell they were in. Thank goodness that Cresia practiced being an ironclad in the past three years and refused to get burned by the fire of Marky Cervantes. If she did not have the ability to control her emotions, she would have quit her job and find another one. What she likes about herself is that she never gives up until she is in the game. “The executive director had another reason, sir,” Cresia revealed, took a glimpse at the closing door of the office, and when she realized that there are no people anymore, she took a step forward and almost whispered. “He found out that his wife is cheating with the chairman.” “What the hell are you talking about?” Cresia knows that he is madly irritated when he cusses. That is why she picked the rightful and acceptable words she would say. “The chairman is cheating on your mother, sir,” she said. “I have pictures that I got yesterday when I planned to investigate.” Marky thinned his lips and glared at Marissa who is fumbling inside her bag. He waited for her to get the pictures, and when she got them, he aggressively took them out of her hands. Cresia watched her boss flip the developed photos. His eyebrows would furrow, his eyes glinting with fury, and when he took a last look at the last picture, he heaved a deep sigh and closed his eyes tightly. “Ms. Montenegro?” he called her. “Yes, sir?” she answered. “Where is my gun?”