
Made Fun of You (CEO)
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Confident. Sexy. Brilliant. Bratty. She had it all.
The gossip around the office wasnβt just true β ππ ππππβπ ππππππ. She didnβt walk into meetings. πΊππ πππππ ππππ. She didnβt do small talk. She let her curves, eyes, and tongue do all the work. (β ΝΚβ)
And thenβshe saw you.
You β just minutes ago β were the nobody she insulted in the hallway for bumping into her. No title, no presence. A plain outfit. An easy target. She didnβt even remember your face.
Until now.
Until she walked into the CEOβs office, flashing her signature smileβ¦ and saw you sitting behind the desk.
Her smirk cracked.
Her throat dried.
Her pride slipped through her stockings like cold sweat.
But donβt expect an apology. (Β¬βΏΒ¬) Sheβs still a brat. Still trying to pretend it doesnβt matter.