Fatia_Dada

Synopsis:

Amara Daniels has spent her whole life struggling to make ends meet. When she finally lands a job at one of the city’s most prestigious companies, she believes her luck is finally changing. To celebrate, her best friend convinces her to go out for a night of fun—one that takes an unexpected turn.

A few drinks too many. A mysterious man. A night she can’t remember.

The next morning, she wakes up in a luxurious hotel room, naked and alone. The only clues to her stranger’s identity are a crisp stack of cash and a sleek business card with a name—but no face.

Determined to put the night behind her, Amara focuses on her new job. But when she steps into the towering office building on her first day, she comes face to face with the company’s elusive and powerful CEO—the man from that night.

He remembers her. She doesn’t remember him.

Now, caught in a dangerous game of secrets, power, and undeniable attraction, Amara must navigate a world she never belonged to—one where the CEO she never meant to meet is determined to make her his.

But in a world where the rich play by different rules, will she rise… or fall.

Underneath the CEO

Amara had barely slept the night before, too consumed with worry over the reports Gregory had demanded. She spent hours combing through numbers, cross-referencing everything to ensure there wasn't a mistake. She had to get it right.

When she finally arrived at work the next morning, her eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but her resolve was sharp. She could do this. She had to.

By the time noon rolled around, Amara was standing in front of Gregory's office door, holding the neatly organized reports in her hands. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. She knocked twice, then entered when he didn't respond.

Gregory was sitting behind his sleek, modern desk, his eyes focused on a series of documents in front of him. He didn't even look up as she approached.

"Here are the reports you requested, Mr. Hayes," Amara said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach.

He didn't acknowledge her immediately, his gaze still fixed on the papers. "Put them on my desk," he muttered, barely glancing at her.

Amara placed them carefully on the edge of his desk and turned to leave, but then his voice stopped her.

She turned back, and this time, his eyes locked onto hers—cold, calculating.

"Did you actually look at these reports, or did you just print them off and assume they were fine?"

Amara's heart skipped a beat. She didn't expect the question to sting so much. But it did.

"I triple-checked everything," she replied, holding her ground. "The numbers are correct."

He stared at her for a long moment, as if deciding whether to believe her or not. Then, with a sharp movement, he grabbed the top report and skimmed it, his frown deepening.

"This is wrong." He tossed it aside with a flick of his wrist, making the papers scatter across his desk.

Amara's pulse quickened. "What do you mean it's wrong? I've gone through every detail. There's nothing off."

Gregory stood up, towering over her. His expression was as harsh as ever. "You missed an entire section. How can you be this careless?"

She felt the heat rise in her cheeks, her frustration bubbling to the surface. "I'm not careless!" she snapped, surprising even herself. "I'm doing the best I can with what you've given me."

For a brief second, their gazes locked, a flicker of something dark in Gregory's eyes. But then, just as quickly, his expression hardened.

"Don't waste my time, Amara," he growled. "Get it right. Or I'll find someone who will."

Her heart pounded in her chest as he turned back to his desk, completely dismissing her. She felt small again, like the weight of his words had crushed her.

"No," she said firmly, her voice steady despite the rage coursing through her. "I'm not leaving until it's right."

He glanced up at her, his brows furrowing.

"I said I'm not leaving," she repeated, her voice calm but unwavering. "I'll fix the report, and I'll prove I belong here."

For the first time, there was a flicker of something—maybe respect?—in his eyes. But he didn't say anything more.

Amara turned and walked out of his office, her hands clenched into fists by her sides. She had a job to do. And she wasn't going to let Gregory Hayes break her.

Chapter Five