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"The harder I try to hate you, the deeper I fall for you."

His presence irked her to the core, but whenever he got out of her sight, she missed him?! 

….

A tyrant, known to be the city's infamous playboy. 
As an executive assistant, she was forced to work under him by the most cruel twist of fate.

If losing her job overnight was a nightmare, then working under a boss like Desmond Fort was hell. He was an arrogant narcissist with an ego bigger than the whole of Imperium city, but that was not what angered her the most. 

The most infuriating fact was that despite his constant assholery, her heart seemed to stupidly skip a beat every time he gazed at her with those devilishly charming eyes. 
She knew she was making a mistake but that didn't stop her from sinking deeper and deeper into his charm. 


All she wanted now was to leave! But leaving hell was not nearly as easy as getting in.

The Tyrant's Wife

When she finally arrived at Zaria's office, the latter was buried in a pile of work. She looked up as Natalie walked in and her serious face broke into a smile.

"Natalie, you're early." She remarked, getting back to work almost instantly. "Could you give me ten minutes? I'll just wrap up my report and then join you."

In a real sense, she was not early. They had agreed to discuss over lunch at 1pm and she was ten minutes late. Even so, she didn't think telling Zaria that would ease her pressure in the slightest so she picked up the takeaway bags she had brought.

"I can wait in Desmond's lounge.  His meeting hasn't ended either."

Zaria nodded, inwardly thanking her. "Be right there."

It was nearly 2pm when she finally couldn't take her hunger anymore. She checked the time and realized she was an entire hour late for lunch.

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