Blind Date with My Boss

Chapter 6: The Marriage Project

The sleek, black luxury car glided smoothly down the driveway, its polished exterior gleaming under the mansion’s lights. As it descended into the dimly lit basement garage, its engine purred softly, announcing the arrival of its occupant. Cassian, a striking figure with sharp, chiseled features and an air of cold authority, stepped out of the car. His dark eyes, cold and unreadable, scanned his surroundings with the practiced gaze of someone who always seemed to be in control. His tailored suit, perfectly fitted to his athletic frame, gave off an undeniable sense of power. Behind him, his ever-efficient secretary, Ethan, followed his movements quick and precise, as if conditioned to move in sync with his boss.

As they made their way towards the elevator, their conversation was clipped, businesslike.

“Has the inauguration been taken care of?” Cassian’s voice was smooth yet carried a weight of command.

“Yes, it went well,” Ethan responded quickly, not missing a beat.

Cassian’s gaze hardened slightly. “What about the chairman?”

Just as he spoke, the elevator doors slid open, revealing the chairman—Cassian's grandfather—standing there with a scowl etched on his face. The older man’s presence was like a storm cloud in the otherwise calm atmosphere. Both Cassian and Ethan paused for a moment, momentarily taken aback by his appearance.

“You crazy bastards,” the chairman grumbled, his voice sharp with irritation. “I told you to come to the inauguration, and you blow me off. I told you to meet me at the house, but you met me at work. You’re determined to go against me, aren’t you?”

Cassian, ever composed, nodded slowly, his voice steady. “Grandpa, of course not. I’ve simply been too busy.”

The chairman’s eyes narrowed. “You just flew back today! You can’t take a single damn day off?”

Cassian’s expression remained unchanged. “No, I can’t. There are too many things that need to be taken care of.”

As they walked down the hallway, the chairman’s phone rang, interrupting their exchange. He grabbed it with a sharp exhale. “Why the hell does this man keeps calling” His voice trailed off as he checked the caller ID. “Mr. Damien, the marketing director,” he muttered.

Cassian and Ethan exchanged a glance, both aware of the reason behind the call but staying silent. The chairman huffed and ended the call, tossing his phone back into his pocket as he turned to Cassian.

“What things need to be taken care of? You think you’re the only smart one in the world?” the chairman grumbled; his voice laced with a mix of frustration.

Cassian, unfazed, responded coolly. “Are you realizing that now? You know none of my projects have failed, right?”

The chairman paused mid-step, halting the conversation. “Yeah, I know,” he said after a moment, the weight of his words lingering. “That’s why I’ve prepared a very important project for you.”

Cassian’s curiosity piqued, he moved closer, his demeanor shifting slightly as he asked, “What kind of project?”

A slow smile tugged at the chairman’s lips, though it was laced with mischief. He let out a deep sigh before responding, “Marriage.”

Ethan, who had been quietly observing the exchange, couldn’t hide his surprise. “Are you getting married, sir?” he asked hesitantly.

The chairman’s eyes flashed with indignation. “Not me!” he snapped. “The marriage for Cassian, your CEO, my grandson!"