My CEO's Hidden Game

y hands rest on the keys. Three years of this. Three years of playing the same specific pieces be

named Rosa, gave me a sympat

, Mr. Lester. She' l

t beauty, it was about functio

as in her usual armor: a sharp, tailored business suit that probably cost more than my

ng in from Calif

a simple statement

nt of five million dollars is ready for

ished concrete floor, leaving me with the silence and the

orary as a hotel. My phone buzzed. It wasn' t a real phone, but a pro

e an e-sports commentator on too

or a dramatic confrontation! You' re supposed to fight for her, declare your h

cking a sing

rowing a few t-shirts and jeans ins

public scandal! The tearful reconciliati

s ends. The 'public scandal' you' re so excited about puts my sister' s recovery at risk.

agement metrics. I didn' t care. Maria was the only reason I

s offer was a lifeline I couldn' t refuse. I' d play the doting house husb

me was

master bedroom, a part of the house J

from the king-sized bed, the one I' d never s

fiancé would soon be sleeping, I left a

sy. I knew from the staff gos

e, to the life that was never mine, I walked out