Chapter 3 3.

My eyes are begging me to close, but I somehow keep them open.

Yesterday, we came home so late, around 4-something, while at 8, we're in the office.

"Am I clear?" Ethan says, looking at all of us.

"Yes, sir," I mumble with the others.

"Good. Now get back to work. When Mr. Olive Knightly arrives, I'll let you all know."

As soon as he leaves, I sit back on my chair and lay my head down on the table, sighing and groaning.

"Nuts, what's up?" I hear Josh from behind.

"Not now, Josh," I mumble, my eyes closed as I start to dream of,

"I see you had a blast yesterday," he says.

I groan. "I said not now, Josh." I swear I'll strangle him till he dies.

"Okay, you can nap for a while. I'll wake you if someone comes."

I smile in my sleep as I nod slowly.

,

"Wake up, Nuts."

"No."

"Wake up! Mr. Knightly has arrived!"

I jerk up, blinking, and see myself, hair all over the place and a little drool on my mouth. I excuse myself and rush to the washrooms.

I fix my hair, wash my face with the facewash I thankfully keep for emergencies, then apply my moisturizer, sunscreen, a little bit of mascara, and my lip balm. I take out my perfume and spray it all around me.

Showering myself with perfume, I look in the mirror. "Good. You can do this," I whisper to myself.

I walk out and head toward my chair, sitting down and looking at Josh by my side. "How do I look?"

He whistles lowly. "Damn. You're planning for him to fall for you, aren't you?"

"And you're planning for me to kick you in the balls," I smile at him.

He mutters something under his breath, which I don't hear.

"What?" I ask.

He shrugs it off, then his eyes go to the figure in front of us. "Mr. Knightly is here," Ethan says, standing right beside him.

I turn my head with a smile, which quickly turns into a shocked expression.

No. God, please no.

He stares at everyone with his green eyes, and they come to rest on me. My breath gets caught in my throat.

He looks as handsome as he did yesterday, and now that his face is clearly visible, he's a drop-dead gorgeous person. I bet girls drop their panties just by looking at him.

His hair is styled back with some strands falling on his forehead.

His jaw is clenched and hard, but he stares at me with none of the glares I expected.

Don't tell me he's Oliver Knightly. I gulp, looking at him with nothing but guilt.

While he remains calm.

He turns his head toward Ethan, our manager. "Introduce them all." And then his eyes find mine again.

I avert my gaze, not able to be fierce and confident like I was yesterday.

How would I have known that this handsome hunk is my CEO?

"And she is Chloe Bennet," Ethan introduces me to Mr. Oliver Knightly.

He nods. "Chloe," he says slowly.

Something stirs in my stomach as he says my name, butterflies.

He says nothing. Not at all. He just turns around and walks away.

I expected him to say,

"You're fired! Get out of my office, you little pig-looking thing."

Yet he said nothing.

I wonder if the silence is the kind that comes right before a storm.

Lord, save me.