The UNFORGETTABLE night with the CEO

Name: The UNFORGETTABLE night with the CEO
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BLURB: I believed that I had moved on from my past. I resolved to keep my children safe at all means after spending a careless night with a stranger wearing a mask five years ago. I established a peaceful life in a new city, raising my triplets and their younger sister. However, my world starts to fall apart when my sons come back from the bathroom talking about a guy who has a tattoo of a wolf-the same tattoo I will always remember. The next day, destiny puts me face to face with him: the vicious CEO who doesn't know who I am but seems to be strangely attracted to my kids. I lie and deny everything out of a desperate attempt to protect my family. However, secrets tend to sneak through gaps, and his intense stare makes me question if he's already piecing things together. I'm stuck now, working for him, battling my emotions, and avoiding adversaries who seem out to bring me down. But nothing scares me more than the reality: what will he do if he finds out the children I vowed to safeguard are really his?

Family Mystery Fantasy Gold digging Betrayal Sexual slave CEO Noble Second chance

Chapter 5 The Job Interview

01-15 07:15

Chapter 1 The Encounter with the CEO

Chapter 1: The Encounter with the CEO

Olivia POV

"Who are they?"

Even though I knew there shouldn't be anybody in the room, I couldn't help but murmur to myself. I tightened my hold on the chair's arms as I looked up at the three people standing just inside the conference room. For such a straightforward meeting, the tension in the air was far higher than it should have been. However, nothing about this was easy.

To put it mildly, they were... weird. Their slick black clothes and jet-black hair make them look tall, poised, and almost flawless. However, I wasn't unnerved by it. It has to do with their movements. Or rather, the way they imitated everything I did.

I leaned back a little in my chair and moved the papers in front of me away. The triplets leaning back in perfect harmony almost instantly followed suit. A shiver went through my body.

I folded my arms and saw their uncanny accuracy in mirroring me. Not even my closest coworkers had the gall to do anything like this in front of me. I should have been angry, but I couldn't help but be curious. What were they trying to do?

I replied in a quiet voice, attempting to keep everything under control, "Tell me why you're here."

The lady on the left, who was closest to me, looked up and met my eyes. A little twitch of her mouth. A knowing smirk, subtle. I wasn't comfortable with it.

"Mr. Westbrook, we were invited," she said in a cold, collected tone. "You summoned us."

I furrowed my brow and squinted my eyes. I can't recall ever requesting a meeting of this kind. Sarah, my assistant, had only planned routine internal tasks for the day, and my calendar was clean. The idea was definitely not to meet up with three strangers who looked like they were doing a synchronized performance.

With a firmer tone, I said, "You're mistaken." "I didn't give anyone a call."

They remained still as they stood there. That same eerie silence in their manner. Then, as if in a choreography, they reached for their files one by one, each moving with the same purposeful slowness. I opened a folder in front of me and flipped through the documents while I looked at them. It was just not feasible. Without skipping a beat, they began imitating my movements once again.

I stopped, lingering on the pages with my fingertips. They seemed to be observing me, anticipating my next move. The air seemed thicker and heavier as the moment dragged on.

Unable to resist the impulse to shatter the stillness, I leaned forward. "Why the games?" I was becoming frustrated and my voice was tight. "What is this?"

"Games?" The person on the right, who had not yet spoken, cocked her head and her eyes glistened with something other than amusement. A darker one. "We are merely here to watch."

"Look?" I sneered. "What am I observing?"

Their eyes never wavered in unison. The middle lady, the one who had been silent up until now, moved slightly. It was just a little movement, but the way they all shifted in reaction made me feel even more uneasy.

"Your reactions," she whispered softly, her voice piercing the room's dense tension. "How you react to unforeseen circumstances."

My muscles tensed as I straightened up as her words echoed in my ears. Unexpected circumstances? This was much more than a mere surprise, in my opinion. What on earth were they doing here?

I steadied myself reflexively by adjusting my cufflinks without thinking. They mimicked me once again, each triplet raising their wrists and readjusting their handcuffs precisely at the same moment.

This was no haphazard remark. No, this was intentional. Whoever these ladies were, they were manipulating me in some way. They also understood just how to get me angry.

I took a deep breath, attempting to remain calm. "My time is being wasted by you."

The grin from the lady on the left wasn't a warm one. Knowing, it was calculated. Like she knew just what would make me angry. "Quite the opposite, Mr. Westbrook," she responded, her voice full of composed assurance. "We are here to assist you."

I became cold. Assistance?

I stared at her and then at the others, my mind racing with incredulity. "Aid?" I said it again. "I don't need assistance. I have no idea who you are.

The lady in the center said quietly, "We know you." "More than you may imagine."

A bolt of something icy ran through my veins as the words hit me hard. Sarah was still standing close to the entrance, her eyes wide with bewilderment, when I glanced at her. We hadn't planned this encounter, but she remained silent and watched from the sidelines, her jaw clenched.

Slowly and deliberately, the lady on the right stepped forward. Her voice was no more than a whisper now, but the weight of her words made my skin tingle. "You're out of your depth, Jacob," she murmured. "You are unaware of the magnitude of the forces at work."

A beat skipped in my chest. The room's atmosphere became heavier, and for a split second, I started to doubt everything. The triplets. Their behaviors. Their odd, coordinated actions. It wasn't only a complex ploy. Beneath the surface lay something deeper, something far more threatening. And I could see now that their presence wasn't accidental.

With the pieces of the jigsaw beginning to fall together in my mind, I remarked, "You're not just here to observe." "You have a plan."

With her eyes fixed on me, the lady in the center gave a little nod. "You're correct," she stated plainly. "We do."

Abruptly, I got up and stepped back, my chair scuffing the floor. This was incorrect. I needed to take charge of this. However, I wasn't ready for what happened next.

Two unfamiliar people entered the meeting room as the door sprang open. They weren't simply strangers, however. They had a strange, unnatural quality about them. My heartbeat accelerated, and I naturally retreated a step as my gaze strayed to the triplets. However, they seemed completely unsurprised.

Indeed, they seemed almost... gratified.

The towering guy in front of the others, who may have been the commander, seemed even more formidable in his black suit. He exuded a confidence that only someone used to being in charge could have. I felt my throat constrict as his gaze met mine.

"Mr. Westbrook," he began in a quiet but firm voice. "I believe it's time for us to talk."

I started to say something, but nothing came out. I turned to look at the triplets, who were now motionless and had unreadable faces. I had a deep realization that everything was going to change because of the oppressive atmosphere in the room.

But I didn't know what they wanted from me.

The room darkened before I could speak again. After flickering once and again, the lights vanished entirely. The sound of footfall reached my ears, but they were no longer human. It was the kind of noise that made my skin crawl.

The shadows held their breath.

Then I heard it, that distinct roar.

Just now, something changed.