I Didn t Even Know How to Speak English Before I was 15

DEAR CEO I WAS BROKEN BEFORE© 2021 by Dazzling Star.

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Disclaimer: This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Perhaps it doesn't support any act of violence or activities against society. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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“We are living in an era where it is difficult to find someone who was not broken before...!”

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Helena's POV

I stepped out of the car throwing my bag on my right shoulder and collected all my hair on the left side. Raising my head, I scanned the crystal building top to button.

“This is it, Ritu. You can do it. You are not going on a war. So stop trembling,” I cheered myself up with my gaze fixed at the crowded elevator standing at a distance.

Making my way towards the elevator, I started to mumble, “Great, first day of office and this is what you get. An elevator with no space for my small body.”

Gasping, I turned my eyes at the staircase and kept on scanning it till my eyes reached. I already felt exhausted seeing the long endless staircase.

I lifted my head and gazed at the endpoint, persuading myself “You can do this, Ritu. It's just a staircase...”

With tight high heels, I stepped on the first stair and then the second, the third one after another I kept on climbing. Reaching halfway, I no longer could walk due to the pain.

The story of every girl repeated with me, the story of a beautiful sandal and her best friend blister. Every girl wears heels and guess what? The thought about sandal’s best friend never crosses their mind while buying it. They either think of which dress they should wear that sandal with or drool thinking how beautiful they are going to look on that sandal.

And I am also one of those girls who never consider blisters, Sandal’s best friend while shopping for it. I deeply wish that the thought of blisters came to my mind every single time before I bought those beautiful heels.

I would prefer to fill my shoe rack with sneakers and sports shoes rather than those sandals. At least cozy would come as their best friend.

Taking a deep breath, I dropped on the tread. Gently removing the heels, carefully I caressed the blisters. This gave me a bit of relief.

But as I lifted my head and glanced at the endless stairs which were still to be climbed, entirely I lost all my hopes. I couldn’t even seek help as no person showed up.

“Show some mercy, O.M...” extending my hand I said looking up.

Suddenly the footsteps echoed on my ear and hastily I glanced down. Seeing a man coming upstairs, I couldn’t stop smiling, mumbling, “Ohh! That was pretty fast, O.M…”

With eyes fixed on each tread he climbed, the man was coming towards me. Even though I had not seen his face, his appearance already appeared fascinating to me.

Black hair groomed backward, those strong abs shaped on the white t-shirt he wore, jeans with white sneakers giving the cool fashion look. A tall and strong man coming towards me had a file gripped on his hands and the motion of his body with every step he took gave me the vibe of a fashion model who I admire every weekend in a magazine I read.

I know it is not the right time to dream but who could control my naughty heart and brain? They already had started to give me the image of him carrying me upstairs in his muscular arms with a romantic song playing background like in movies.

“Well you done, done me and you bet I felt it

I tried to be chill, but you’re so hot that I melted

I fell right through the cracks

Now I am trying to get back

Before the cool done run out