Oliver's office exuded an air of prestige, furnished with sleek, mahogany accents that reflected his status as CEO. Emily, poised and composed, sat across the mahogany desk, clutching a pen ready to finalize the terms of their arrangement. The pen moves fluidly in Emily's hand as she scrutinizes the lines, finalizing the contract. Oliver couldn't help but notice a faint furrow between Emily's brows. "Is there anything you'd like to discuss further, Ms. Collins?" Emily's focus snapped back to the present, "No Sir. Everything seems to align with our prior discussions. I believe we've covered all essential aspects." “That’s good to hear” With a swift yet deliberate motion, they both affixed their signatures on the document, sealing their agreement in ink. Oliver leaned forward slightly, extending his hand across the polished desk. “I am looking forward to working with you, Ms. Collins” Emily looked at his extended hand. It was like she had gone back to their first meeting a
Sunlight streamed through the windows of Emily's modest apartment, and to the meticulously arranged notes and research materials spread across her coffee table. As usual, her weekends are still busy as always. Later, she would need to bring groceries since her only stock consists of only cup noodles. A stack of magazines featuring Oliver's public appearances sat beside her laptop, open to various online articles highlighting the events of wealthy people.Emily, engrossed in her research, sat hunched over her notebook, busy jotting down"Argh…this is tiring" She sifted through pages of notes, analyzing Oliver's family. The Sterling name was not just a name. It was a multi-billionaires family name. So, it is important she did intensive research on them. Although she had a little background on them, this time she needed to research the family's daughters-in-law. "I need to somehow fit in their social status…," Emily mused, her eyes scanning through images of red-carpet appearances of
Emily carefully placed a steaming cup of coffee on Oliver's desk, interrupting his usual routine of reading reports. Oliver glanced up, a faint smile gracing his lips at the sight of his favorite afternoon coffee. "Thanks, Ms. Collins," Oliver said, acknowledging her with a nod."Sir," Emily began, "I think it's about time we put our plan into action, don't you think?"“Ah, right on cue. I've been waiting for this. How about we meet at my penthouse after work? We can discuss the details without interruptions.""That sounds good, Sir. I still have a few emails to send, so meeting after work works perfectly."With a nod, Emily returned to her cubicle after finalizing her tasks for the day. As she settled back into her chair, a sigh escaped her lips. Her legs started to protest quietly, aching from going back and forth on the company. Emily winced slightly and, in an attempt to alleviate the discomfort, she discreetly massaged her legs, trying to soothe the strain.Across the room, Ol
Soon after, they were seated inside the car, Emily let out a sigh of relief. After 5 years of being Oliver’s secretary, it was the first time people pointed those curious glances at her. Mostly, it is all directed to her boss—Oliver Sterling. She glanced at Oliver who took the driver seat and her in the passenger’s seat. “Can you please delete the picture, Sir?” Oliver, seemingly amused, chuckled, "Come on, Ms. Collins, it's harmless," Emily let out a defeated sigh, realizing that Oliver wasn't going to budge. She decided to drop the issue for the time being. "Some of the workers were looking at us earlier" Oliver shrugged nonchalantly, his attention now directed toward the route. "Let them think what they want to think," he replied with a casual indifference. “Just tell where we should head to?” Emily couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief at Oliver's apparent forgetfulness regarding the location of the shop where he ordered her to bring his clothes. She can't help but bl
A few hours have passed and the clock has already hit 10 pm. Two steaming cups of coffee rested on the table between Oliver who sat across from Emily. Paper in their hands. "So, let’s go with hobbies and favorites," Oliver said, glancing at the list of questions on the paper. "Let's see how well you know me." Emily leaned back on the couch, a smug grin on her face, "Go on, Mr. Sterling. I am confident I could ace them” Oliver raised a brow, feeling a little competitive, “So, when’s my birthday and birthplace?” “October 30. Orinda, California, USA” “That’s easy. I knew you would know that” he looked over the lists, “Let’s see…height and weight—” “6 ½ inches and 185 lbs while your shoe size is 10” Oliver raised a brow, “How do you know that?” Emily shrugged, taking a sip of her coffee, “Well, I am the one who chooses your shoes, gives your measurements to the tailors, and the one who usually fills up your medical information whenever you get injured from your hobby of car racing.
As the morning light softly filtered through the windows, Emily stirred from her slumber on the couch with her ginger hair sprawled on the seat while hugging a pillow. Across the table, Oliver was sprawled on the floor with scattered papers and empty snack packets. Their long-forgotten cold cup of coffee stays still on the table. Suddenly, Emily's phone alarm pierced the morning air, causing her to jolt awake. With a slight sense of disorientation, she fumbled around, searching for her phone. "Where did I put it?" Emily muttered to herself, barely opening her eyes. Her hand shuffled through the papers and discarded items. Finally, after a moment of frantic searching, Emily spotted her phone wedged between two scattered papers. With a sigh of relief, she silenced the alarm, but as she checked the time, her eyes widened in mild panic. A reminder popped out of her screen. "Oh shit, I overslept!" Emily exclaimed, shooting up from the couch, a flurry of papers rustling around her. In
Bracing herself with a deep breath, Emily hurried towards Oliver's room. As she entered, her loose hair fell around her shoulders. She glanced around and spotted Oliver buttoning his shirt. Oliver glanced up in surprise at her sudden arrival. His eyes widened at the sight of Emily. "You look... different," It was at that moment that Oliver fully noticed the vibrant shade of Emily's ginger hair, something he hadn't registered before. Additionally, seeing her in a skirt shorter than her usual choice was a new sight for him. He was used to her donning a long skirt with old-fashioned blouses. Emily offered a nervous half-smile, “I know I look pale” She swiftly redirected her attention, glancing around the room, her eyes scanning for Oliver's iPad. Spotting the device lying on the bed, she hurriedly lunged forward to grab it, her skirt riding up slightly due to her haste. She ignored it and focused solely on her task, she flipped through the iPad, frantically searching for the data
Soon after, the elevator opened. When Emily and Oliver entered the conference room, people were finding their seats, exchanging greetings, and preparing for the meeting ahead. Oliver took a deep breath, relieved that they arrived on time. He greeted the board members warmly, his presence commanding attention, while Emily flashed her professional smile who was behind him. “Good morning, Mr. Chen. How was your trip to Hong Kong the other day?”The old man smiled at him, “It was great. Thanks to you”“Anytime, Mr. Chen”“Good morning, Mr. Sterling” a middle-aged woman chimed in. “You looked even more young, Mrs. Sanders. I heard your daughter will go to Paris?”“Oh yes. I would really love it if you met her once”“We will see about that, Mrs. Sanders”After several greetings, Oliver takes his seat. His demeanor was confident and focused while Emily stood a few meters behind him. The room fell into a hushed silence as the presentation for the new big project. The speaker, accompanied