CEO Forever Love Novel

Chapter 7 I showed up at the home office just before seven . I wasn't sure if that was early , late , or somewhere in between , but I wasn't about to risk guessing wrong . My palms were sticky with nerves . My heart was racing like I'd already failed at something . 55 vouchers Nathan was already at his desk , focused , composed . Typing something into his laptop like he'd been awake for hours . " I'm sorry , I thought I was on time . " I said quickly , suddenly second - guessing the time on my phone . He looked up . " You are .

Anything after eight is what I consider late ." I nodded , trying not to look as relieved as I felt . He stood and grabbed a leather folder from the desk . " Go through the documents I sent you last night . Get familiar . I'm heading to the office . " He walked out without waiting for a response . I took my seat at the desk across from his and exhaled into the quiet . The email he sent was loaded. Contracts , policy sheets , staff contacts , project notes . I got to work , highlighting , organizing , learning names and faces . It felt good to have structure again .

By ten , I was so buried in tasks that I didn't hear the first buzz of the doorbell . The second one was louder . Insistent . Then came the third . I hesitated . Maybe it was a delivery ? But it kept going . 1 got up and walked through the house . When I opened the door , a sharp scent hit first . Then came the stare . She was tall , confident , and too well put together for an early morning visit , Makeup flawless . Heels too high for comfort . Eyes like she was ready to fight someone or kiss them , depending on how the next five seconds went .

" I need to see Nathan ," she said , firm but not shouting . " Tell him Becky's here . He'll know who I am . And he'll want to hear what I have to say . " I'm sorry , he's not in right now , " I replied , keeping my tone polite . " You may want to call or come back later if ..." " I've called , " she cut in . " He's not answering . This can't wait ." I kept my tone calm . " I understand , but I don't make his schedule . I'm just his assistant . " " I don't care what you are . Let me in . " I took a step back and reached for my phone . Nathan answered on the first ring . " Hi .

Sorry to bother you ," I said quickly . " There's a woman here at the house . She says her name is Becky , She's insisting it's 70 2 18:25 Fri , Nov 7 MG . Chapter 7 urgent . " 55 vouchers He was silent for a second . " Let her in . Walk her to the office and make sure she stays there until I get back . Don't let her wander ." " Yes , sir . " I hung up and forced a smile . " You can come in . Please follow me . " She brushed past me without a word . I led her to the home office and motioned toward a chair across the room from mine . " He will be back soon . Please wait here .

" She didn't sit . She paced back and forth , muttering under her breath and checking her phone again and again , more restless by the minute . I went back to work . The room stayed awkwardly tense . She finally sat , but only after throwing an exaggerated sigh into the air . I ignored her . I kept ignoring her until the front door finally opened . Nathan stepped in , his gaze landing on her first , then sliding to me . No reaction . He set his keys down , loosened his cuff , and looked like a man coming home to a mess he didn't plan for , but wasn't surprised to find either .

She stood quickly . " Finally. I've been calling , texting , you've been avoiding me ." He didn't answer . " I needed to talk to you , " she pressed . " It's important . " Nathan nodded once . " Go on . " She lifted her chin . " I'm pregnant . " The silence that followed was louder than any response . He stared like she was asking him to clap . " Congratulations . What does that have to do with me ? " She squared her shoulders . " It's yours ." His lips twitched . Then came the laugh - low , short , and cruel .

He didn't even look surprised , like he'd been expecting the lie before it left her mouth . " That's your problem , " he said coolly . " You were paid to do a job , not to write yourself into the story . But you got greedy . Started confusing a transaction for a relationship . " " I'm telling the truth... " " No , " he cut in , stepping closer . " You're playing a role you created in your head ." " I didn't plan this , Nathan . I'm not here to play games . I just ... I thought you deserved to know . " 18:25 Fri , Nov Chapter 7 5 " You're smart , Becky . But not smart enough .

You should've done your homework before trying this . " She opened her mouth to argue , but he shut it with a gesture . " You have five minutes to apologize for wasting my time , or I'll make life unbearable for you in this city . " Her eyes shifted . Anger . Panic . Calculation . " You're bluffing , " she said , but her voice had lost its edge . " If I were you , " he said calmly , " I'd choose my next words very carefully ." Seconds passed . She stared at him . At me . On the floor . Then something cracked in her expression . " I'm sorry , " she whispered .

" I didn't mean to cause problems . I was ... I'm sorry ." Nathan listened in silence , not a flicker of emotion breaking through . " You have a minute to get out of my house ." She grabbed her purse and practically ran out the door . The door closed behind her . Nathan didn't look at me . He just walked to his desk , picked up his keys . 55 vouchers " This is part of the job ," he said , voice even . " They'll come . With drama . With lies . Handle it . Don't call me again unless it's a breach of security ." I nodded slowly , still stunned .

He grabbed his suit jacket from the back of the chair . " I'm going back to the office ," he added . " You don't have to wait for me to close . " He reached the door , then stopped . " One more thing ." " Yes ? " " You've gone through the contact list , right ? " " Yes . " " Call the agency . Tell them I need a replacement . Same arrangement . Sooner the better ." He left without another word . " I sat there , rattled , not sure what unsettled me more . The way he handled it like a routine , or the fact that I was still in that chair , pretending this was a normal first day ." Austen