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Woke Up In The Captain's Bed

Chapter 10 

Word Count: 1048    |    Released on: Today at 19:04

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dust of the elevator shaft, tied my hair into a sharp,

pping black coffee, and unlocke

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twelve accounts worldwide-all official NHL sponsors and charitable foundations. He had

f the dark offic

chel containing my backup flash drives, a

ficially sign off on my All-Star alt

of the third-floor design departme

of people working. It was the heavy, suffocati

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out the

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my drafting station, was Chloe. Her arms were crossed over h

h cold fury, flanked by two stone-faced corporate security

his voice shaking with rest

et muffling my heels, my chin held high d

going on

technical schematics onto my desk, se

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thletics-our primary corporate rival in the NHL equipment bidding war. And tucked beneath the co

as open, displaying the completed log of a

g clear and hard through the quiet room. "

. "The league technical director flagged an unauthorized breach of Apex's confidential Al

gaze dead onto the IT technician. "What time

ated cron-script was scheduled from your terminal at ele

orious laugh that echoe

and third floors in Service Elevator B. I was stuck in that shaft from ten-thirty until past midnight. Building security has the resc

ugh the bullpen. Chloe's triumphant sneer

er before she left!" Chloe stammered,

g vector algorithms drawn on the competitor's shoulder yoke... They were identical to an early, rej

is had deliberately dug up my discarded mathematical m

al and the FBI complete their investigation, Miss Pittman, you are suspended w

she committed corporate espionage! That's a federal felony! We shouldn't just suspend

ummit, immediately jumped on Chloe's bandwagon. They didn't care about the truth or my elevator alibi;

's a thief!" a senior

ag her to the precinct!" another intern chimed

mob, hurling venomous insults

oice cracking as I tried to defend myself.

roar of forty people screaming for my downfall. They backed me against my desk,

spair and burning injustice washed over me. I was completely cornered,

rab my arms, a low, dangerously calm voice s

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“I was just an underpaid junior designer trying to survive the ruthless world of professional hockey. But after catching my boyfriend with his hands up my best friend's designer skirt in a filthy alley, I got blackout drunk and stumbled into the wrong armored SUV. I woke up pinned beneath Kurt Duran-the terrifying, untouchable captain of the New York franchise and the absolute ruler of the sports empire that paid my salary. Terrified of being branded a desperate gold-digger, I ran. I swallowed a Plan B pill, dumped my cheating ex, and worked myself to the bone to earn the prestigious Milan Design Summit nomination. But my jealous coworkers couldn't stand a nobody winning. They hacked my terminal and planted stolen competitor files on my workstation, framing me for federal corporate espionage. My director suspended me on the spot. Security guards began sweeping my life's work into a plastic evidence bin, while my colleagues sneered that I was heading straight to a federal penitentiary. I clenched my bleeding palms, suffocating under the sheer injustice. I had survived poverty, a cheating ex, and grueling sleepless nights just to prove my worth. Why was my entire career being destroyed over a manufactured lie? "Hand over your badge and your digital keys," my director barked. I refused to shed a single tear for those hyenas. Suddenly, the frosted glass doors were kicked open with a thunderous crash. Kurt Duran strode into the room flanked by five elite litigation partners, his murderous blue eyes locked directly on me, ready to burn the entire building to the ground.”