To Become The CEO I Must Marry The Nerd Girl

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treaming down my face. The credits of the soap oper

y mom said, her voice sharp with irrita

"The Male lead left the female lead and broke her heart after she did everyth

bs shook my body.

class so that you could end up a failed employee who quits every job after a month or two? You're over

o be compassionate towards me, not make me more stressed! I can't find a job because the economy these days is terri

you're still thinking about him?" she asked, her tone dripping with disbelief.

memory a dull ache in my chest. "He was differen

you used to talk abo

l and he has an athletic build. I'm the one who's too tall. I'm 179 cm

nes," she said, switching tactics. "Be

ed, feeling exhausted. "But society doesn't understan

essed, and go to a job interview. I went through the m

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to work six days a week, and the company was so small it was obvious

e wave. "It's better than you sitting in my

even for a moment. If you put yourself in my place..." I trailed off, the fight draining out of me.

her final verdict. "Change your c

e stiff interview clothes and fell onto my bed, the weight of the day crushing me

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my focus was entirely on the road ahead. This was more than just a meet

am relying on you entirely to lead the meeting. I want you to convince them of our devices by yourself." He turned to

on't worry at all, everything is under control." And it was. The real plan, the one he

sir Corporation at a discounted rate in exchange for their mark

even. Get close to him, build trust, then get close to one of the daughters. A marriage would weave our families together, and from that position of familial trust, it

ce, and I made sure my honey-colored eyes held nothing but warm confidence. I started with a light-hearted joke a

oth meteoric and inevitable. But the real piece de résistance was the personal touch. I told them a story-a carefully edited one, of course. I spoke of my initial fears upon joining the Abu Al-Saeed co

intimate, sincere tone. "We are a family. And that is our greatest strength

shaken, and the looks of impressed satisfaction on their

his face beaming with pride. "You were magnificent! To

racing forward. This wasn't a celebration; it was a launch. The first phase was complete. N

ormance. I returned home, the high of the day still thrumming in my veins. I found my mo

I asked, "What we

m in her eye. "I want to book a skincare session, and

on. "You are beautiful

"Amir, my dear, beauty is like anything else in life.

crutinizing gaze full

triumph, the meeting I had led, the deal I had secured, the impress

dren, you are the one who resembles me the most. You are ambitious, handsome, successful, and most impor

a modest nod before retreating to the sanctuary of my room. I

iend." I looked at the profile picture, and a face fr

al circle. I wouldn't have remembered her name if she hadn't been a

er blind to such manipulations. But for someone like me, it was as clear as day. I remembe

k about Tala's clothes, her appearance, or her height. The m

ala the nerd... The ungraceful one who graduated

mics too, so I walked over and talked to her that day. We discovered we had a lot in common-a love for comics, classic novels, and documentary films. The only difference was in the specifics; sh

he annoying girl's contact and blocked her number. There wa

reason, the last conscious thought that flickered through my mind was of Tala. The memory of our first meeting, her shy s

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ided that today I wouldn't leave my bed; I would watch all the episodes of my favorite series all day long, an

pare breakfast." Another time, "Come wash the dishes." Then, "My heart hu

favorite restaurant. That was a good reason to get me to move from the bed. After I ate, I r

nt than me. We argued again until my father intervened and stopped us. As a punishment f

r is the only one who understands me. His name is beautiful because Amir is the one who named him. We found him in the college garde

uch, but my Amir has probably forgotten me and I'll never see him again." and

lling my name loudly and saying, "Quickly, open th

fficulty and said, "I do

you silly girl! It's a very

is it? James Bond?" My mother sarca

way. I asked her in a low tone, "Which Amir?" She fi

out of bed, opened the door, passed by my moth

it, his hair was longer and blonder, and his smile was just the same.

"The time has finally come for us to meet again," h

love, and told me he was sorry for making me wait, but he wasn't ready for love b

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