MY FAT NERD EX-CRUSH IS NOW MY CEO

THE DEAL

EPISODE 7 — THE DEAL

The next morning was one of the most important days of my career.

We had a major business meeting.

A large company wanted to partner with us to launch a winter clothing brand.

The project could bring enormous profits.

I had worked on it for weeks.

I had barely slept.

Every document had been checked multiple times.

When the representatives entered the conference room, I felt nervous.

Adam sat at the head of the table.

I sat beside him with the project files.

The meeting began well.

Our presentation impressed them.

The financial projections were strong.

The marketing plan was detailed.

Everything seemed perfect.

Until one representative suddenly questioned the fabric.

"The fabric quality isn't what we expected."

I immediately explained.

"We've tested the samples several times."

He interrupted.

"Then your testing isn't good enough."

I stayed calm.

"We can provide additional samples."

He looked at me angrily.

"Your employee clearly doesn't know what she's doing."

The room became silent.

I lowered my eyes.

I expected Adam to defend the project.

Instead, he looked directly at the representative.

"You can reject the deal."

The man looked surprised.

Adam continued.

"But you cannot insult my employee."

I looked at him.

His expression was cold.

"If you don't like our proposal, you're free to leave."

The representative gathered his papers.

"We're ending the discussion."

He stood.

The meeting ended.

The deal was lost.

Everyone slowly left the room.

I remained seated.

I felt terrible.

All my work.

All those late nights.

Gone.

Later that afternoon, I returned to my desk.

I couldn't stop thinking about it.

Maybe I really had made a mistake.

Maybe I wasn't good enough.

Everyone else eventually left.

But I stayed.

I opened the files again.

If the fabric was the problem, I needed to find a solution.

Around eight in the evening, Adam appeared.

"You haven't gone home?"

I looked up.

"No."

"Why?"

"I want to fix the problem."

"You don't have to."

"I do."

He watched me for a moment.

Then he said,

"Come with me."

"Where?"

"Dinner."

"I'm not hungry."

"That's not what I asked."

I sighed.

"Okay."

We went to a quiet restaurant.

For the first few minutes, we ate in silence.

Then Adam asked,

"Why don't you have a boyfriend?"

I almost choked on my water.

"What?"

He repeated calmly.

"Why don't you have a boyfriend?"

I smiled awkwardly.

"I don't know."

"That's not an answer."

I looked down.

"No one has ever chosen me."

Adam's expression changed.

"Maybe someone has."

I looked at him.

"What?"

"Maybe someone has always chosen you."

My heart skipped.

"Who?"

He didn't answer.

Instead, he looked at me.

The silence between us became heavy.

I wondered if he was talking about himself.

But I was too afraid to ask.