Fated to my annoying CEO - The red thread mystery

of her phone, the sound drilling int

g down her water bottle and a pen,her limbs heavy, fingers sluggish. H

someone at 4 a.m in the morni

n. The name flashing acro

ght

her nose. Of course.

uld ignore it, pretend she was dead. But she knew

en a month off, not

he tapped the green button an

other end was i

up sooner? I wasted five whole

r. Raymond." Her voice was all sugar-coa

ssistant?" His tone was dripping with mock innocence.

ent on leave, I personally told you I handed them over to Steph. Did she not giv

n't be calling now, would I? As my persona

r. She is your secretary. I handle your

need to ge

d. "Is this reall

s about to hate whatever came next. "Don't forget to grab my breakfast on

? Boss? You'r

for his response be

inst her pillow, sta

t paid enou

athe out a sigh of relief

ngerous breath before

e way, why'd you even take a leave? Three days isn'

xotic getaways. Skydiving over the Alps.

uckled. "S

iling . "I slept, sir. I slept, ate, watched TV, and

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hung

he powered h

ed her out of sleep again. Mia groaned, sitti

air into a loose ponytail before grabbing her handbag. Her finge

l and red, coiled at the bottom o

ed th

, she just s

nt of incense, the fortune teller's ee

that woman duped me out of ten

t. She had no reason to keep it,

rawer of her nightstand. "Might as well keep it safe," she muttered. "Maybe one

with a decisive thun

e time she arrived. The scent of roasted beans and warm pa

bbed a large black coffee for herself,

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ered. "Y

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my w

get my br

e paper bag tigh

e fifteen mi

her watch.

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of her nose. "Sir, offi

to be

she wanted to say but instead

e there

ething vaguely polite, she

ng a coffee cup in one hand, a breakfast bag in the

etting the bag down with a little more force

lanced up. "Took

dn't reach her eyes. "Would you

d. "Feisty tod

eel. "I should've j

a one month leave and I'

ings, emails, schedules-Mia buried he

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her handbag for

ushed against

she pull

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fr

in her drawer. Had she been so out of

omach

t it on her desk. "I'm l

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flicked t

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owned.

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it didn't feel so