Torn between my boyfriend and his boss のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Aplaud Well, I wasn't expecting the amount of applause that followed my presentation. I had already set my expectations straight and very low. No one wanted to give a lady her flowers, especially in a firm like Vance Innovations Company. Henry Vance, the man behind the brains of the company, the CEO, was the first to applaud. He was shaking his head as if he had never heard that sort of strategy before. He was even the first person to speak when the ovation died down, and I felt my heart almost melt like ice cream. "Well, I have to say this, Naomi," he said, in his usual alloof manner. "You really do know how to move the market. And I am impressed." "Thank you, sir," I said, as politely as I could. Though, I could not stop the smile that came to my face. Being complimented by the Chief Executive Officer of Vance Innovations was no small feat at all. In fact, he hardly ever clapped for anyone. "We are going to follow with that immediately. Are there any objections?" Henry aske

Ultimatum The good thing was I didn't live with Asher, so I didn't arrive to a tensed home. I fell on my bed and got some sleep even before I realized that I hadn't freshened up. A call woke me up an hour later. I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was my mom. "Hello, mom," I said into the phone in a sleepy voice. She noticed. "Sorry, did I wake you up?" "Yeah, mom. But that's fine. I slept off.""Oh, was anxious to know how your day went. You know you told me all about the assessment and that it was today."I smiled. Well, she didn't forget about that. "Yes, mom. I did. And I got the contract.""That's amazing.""Yeah, and my boss also gave me what you could call a promotion."Elaina Monro gasped. "Oh, my god! That calls for a celebration. What are the both of you planning?" "The both of us?" I asked, not getting what she meant. "You and Asher, of course."I sighed. "No, mom. We haven't planned anything yet.""Oh. Why not?" I shrugged, even though she couldn't see. "We

Naomi's Point Of View “Who the hell is N?” I whispered, looking at the bright screen. My chest felt tight, my hands cold as ice.The words in the email burned into me: THE LAST REPORT WE STOLE & YOU TOOK CREDIT FOR HAS BEEN APPROVED. N.My head shook slowly, as if the screen was lying. But it wasn’t.“Asher… what are you doing to me?” I say, biting my lip so hard that even I almost tasted blood.I wanted to slam the laptop shut, but interest, anger, fear, all of it… kept me frozen.The knock at my door made me jump.“Asher?” His voice floated in from the other side.I gasped and shut the laptop instantly. My heart is racing in my chest.He opened the door before I could even answer.There you are, he said with that careless smile, the one that always looked lovely to strangers but cut me like a blade now. Why didn’t you answer my calls?“… anyway, I was busy.” My throat felt tight, but I forced the words out.“Busy?” He chuckled. Too busy for me, huh?I crossed my arms. Asher, I need

Henry's Point Of ViewNaomi’s words still stayed in my head long after the meeting finished. Her words had cut through the stale air of the boardroom like a blade, and the way she stood there... with her shoulders straight, eyes burning with fire, had left me strangely uneasy.I’d seen hundreds of young workers come and go. None of them ever dared to speak with that kind of raw passion. They parroted numbers, projected graphs, and learned empty sentences. Naomi? She spoke like she believed every word, as if her soul was tied to the company itself.And when Asher tried to shame her… the anger that rose in me had been so sharp, I almost forgot I was meant to be neutral.I leaned back in my chair now, high up in my glass office, viewing the city, and rubbed the bridge of my nose. The skyline of New York stretched far below me, dazzling with lights and life, but it gave me no comfort.Naomi Monro.Her last name was the trouble. Her eyes, her smile, her stubborn courage—that was even somet

Naomi's Point Of View…And for the first time, I realized I didn’t know which one would destroy me faster. Perhaps Asher, with his power. Or Henry, with his silence.The big night came too fast.Asher, I don’t feel like going there, I said silently, fixing the strap of the red dress I had pulled from the back of my closet.My reflection looked like someone else, painted lips, curled hair, a dress that hugged too much skin. I didn’t recognize her.You’re coming with me, Naomi, Asher said simply, buttoning his cufflinks in front of the mirror. His tone left no place for debate. You’re my date.I’m not some trophy…You are tonight, he cut in, fixing his tie. So smile, Naomi. That’s all you need to do.I bit my lip until it hurt.The hall sparkled with lights and champagne glasses. Music played softly, and laughter rippled through the room. I held onto Asher’s arm, but it didn’t feel like love. It felt like a collar.You look beautiful, someone says as we pass.I faked a smile, but my c