Obsession With My CEO

inted off the glass facade, a mirror of ambition and power that made her feel both small and electrified. Today was her first day as a marketing assistant, a leap from he

ir was pinned in a low chignon, her makeup subtle but precise. The reflection in the revolving doors showed a woman w

adge at the security desk, her heels echoing as she crossed to the elevators. The ride to the 42nd floor felt endless, her stomach twisting with anticipation. When the

e expression approached. "Amelia Hart? I'm Lau

her phone-8:57 a

tured toward a glass-walled room down the hall. Amelia nodded, clutching her leather-bou

o seemed to pull the room's gravity toward him. Ethan Knight, CEO of Volare Enterprises. Amelia's breath hitched. She'd seen his face on Forbes covers-dark hair, chiseled jaw, eyes like a gathering storm-but in person, he was a f

is gaze swept the room, landing on Amelia for a heartbeat. Her skin tingled,

orbed buzzwords-engagement metrics, brand ambassadors, viral content. But her attention kept slipping to Ethan. He leaned against the table, arms crossed, his

harp and direct. She froze, her pen hovering. "You're

id, her voice steadier th

sity that made her pulse race. "Your resume st

o seemed to pull the room's gravity toward him. Ethan Knight, CEO of Volare Enterprises. Amelia's breath hitched. She'd seen his face on Forbes covers-dark hair, chiseled jaw, eyes like a gathering storm-but in person, he was a f

is gaze swept the room, landing on Amelia for a heartbeat. Her skin tingled,

orbed buzzwords-engagement metrics, brand ambassadors, viral content. But her attention kept slipping to Ethan. He leaned against the table, arms crossed, his

harp and direct. She froze, her pen hovering. "You're

id, her voice steadier th

sity that made her pulse race. "Your resume st

d words. Let's see if you can back them u

ed by adrenaline and cheap coffee. "It's strong on paid ads," she began, "but there's untapped potential in organic growth.

ut there was a flicker o

ech. Let them showcase real-world applications-raw, unscripted. Data shows 70% higher engagement for user-

e. "Noted. We'll revisit that." His tone gave nothing away, but

n a spotlight, and she wasn't sure if she'd shone or burned. She caught him glancing her way o

determined to prove her worth.The day blurred into a whirlwind of introductions, system logins, and data analysis. By 8 p.m., the office had emptied, leaving only the hum of air co

standing by her desk, his tie loosened, revealing a hint of tanned skin at his collar. His sleeves were

as she met his eyes. Up close, he was devastatin

er. "Most new hires would've bolted by n

surprising her. His mouth twitched, almost

ng on her desk, close enough that she could feel the heat of him. Her breath hitched, her body hyper-aware of

Miss Hart. You'll need your energy." His tone was professional a

art pounding as he walked away, his silhouet

0 p.m., her thoughts a tangle as she rode the subway to her cramped Brooklyn apartment. Collapsing onto her bed, she ignored a buzzing text from her friend Elena, her mind consumed by Et