All Chapters of From my Bully to CEO: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

PASTSELENE’S POV:“God, you look like shit,” Maya’s voice reached me and I turned in the general direction of the sound, eyes squinted against the glare of the blazing sun.“Thank you,” I shot back. To be fair, I did look like hell. Though, in my defence, I spent the last entire night either crying or staring numbly at my ceiling.In fact, I figured I deserved a medal for showing up to school at all.“What’re you doing here?” She asked me as she settled herself on the bleachers besides me.“Enjoying some fresh air,” I shrugged, then titled my head to the white box she was holding. “What’s that?”She rolled her eyes like I somehow offended her by asking that question as she shoved the box in my hands.“You could’ve told me it was your birthday,” she said, voice deliberately casual.“What?” I blinked, peering through the plastic side of the box to see a bento cake within. “How’d you even find out?”“Grayson mentioned,” she said, shrugging. “Apparently he’s been stalking you like a ps

PRESENTSELENE’S POV:“If it isn’t the great Selene Hale!”I looked up from my computer screen, startled, my sleep deprived brain working to recognize that voice.A squeal escaped me when I spotted Josh striding over, with Theo and Nate right behind him—wearing matching grins and all.I shot up from my chair, darted around my desk, and crashed into Josh with the force of a shameless hurricane.He laughed, one arm circling my waist to steady me. “Good to see you too!”“What are you doing here?” I asked, pulling back from the hug.“I told you we were due for a reunion,” Nate replied as I greeted him.“Oh, you were serious about that? I thought it was a joke or something,” I said, raising a brow.“You ever take me seriously, Hale?” He asked, sounding mock-offended.“You ever take yourself seriously, dude?” Josh countered, snickering.I turned to Theo, my eyes narrowed as I smacked his arm.“Ow!” He exclaimed, rubbing the spot. “What was that for?”“You’ve been here, what—an entire month

PRESENTGRAYSON’S POV:I pushed open the door of my office and three familiar faces turned toward me at once.Theo was sprawled unevenly on the couch, Nate stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, frozen mid-step as if caught doing something he shouldn’t. Josh hovered behind my chair, one hand on the backrest, clearly about to sit before I walked in.Despite the red-hot rage still thrumming through my veins, I felt the corner of my mouth twitch upward. My shoulders loosened, barely.“Seriously?” I asked, gaze drifting from three guilty faces to the pens cluttered on my desk. “You all need to grow up.”Josh crossed the room in two strides and all but threw himself at me.“Ah, I missed you!” He exclaimed dramatically, pulling me into a side hug.“It’s good to see you, man,” I replied, shoving him aside. Affectionately. “When did you land?”“This morning,” he replied. “Thought I’d surprise you but apparently you and Hale had other plans.”I scoffed, my gaze drifting towards her before

PRESENTGRAYSON’S POV:The office building had a way of going hollow at this hour—the lights flickering overhead, the corners swallowed by darkness. It felt like a place made for secrets and bad decisions.I exhaled, focusing on the sound of my heartbeat as I plugged in my earpods. Silence and I always had a strained relationship.The blast of music was a reprieve as I rode the elevator from the guy up to my floor. The doors dinged open and I stepped out, hoping to find the place empty, as it usually was at this time but the sight that greeted me made me halt mid-step.Selene was at her desk, headphones in, the floor between us empty and still. I pulled my own buds out and I observed this welcome change in routine.Even from the distance, I could hear her voice as she hummed along to whatever song she was listening to. Her red lipstick had faded to a soft pink now, a faint smile playing at her mouth like she wasn’t even aware of it.My eyes dropped involuntarily to the undone top butt

PRESENTGRAYSON’S POV:Today officially marked the last day of Selene’s ‘five weeks’ deadline, and she hadn’t managed to get herself fired.Which meant finally tackling the kind of storough she agreed to it—a part of me was slightly terrified that she might bash my head in if I tried talking to her. Still, I was confident.I felt the weather shift the moment she walked in. Even the usual warmth she reserved for employees around the office was absent today as she made a point of glaring at every poor soul who made the mistake of even breathing in her direction.I stepped out of my office only once since morning and she slammed the phone receiver down so hard it made half the floor flinch. And then she proceeded to avoid eye contact with me like it would make her physically ill.I shook my head at nothing in particular, a smile forming on my face. I shook it off, lest she saw me enjoying her misery and do decide to actually kill me for it. I picked up the phone at the end of my desk, p