Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 3

The day's meetings and errands continued on in a rush, and by the time their meeting with Ryan rolled around, Katrina was exhausted. She was on her third cup of coffee, and her feet were aching in the confines of her heels. Still, she managed to get to the meeting with Ryan a little bit early. She took a seat in front of his desk and sighed, finally taking some pressure off her screaming feet.

"Long day?" Ryan mused from behind his desk.

Katrina smiled at him. "I had to get him another phone," she told the CFO, gesturing to the small bag she had with her.

Ryan chuckled lightly. "I'm not surprised. I saw his ranting and raving on Litter last night, and I figured it would end the way it always does." He shook his head with another laugh.

"I told him to stop going in there again. I don't know why he doesn't just listen," she said with a tired sigh.

"Maybe because he doesn't care to listen," Kylan deadpanned from the doorway of Ryan's office.

Katrina flashed him a stern look. "Why to bother hiring a PR specialist as your assistant, if you're not even going to listen to her opinions about how you handle the public?" she asked Kylan carefully.

Kylan sat in the seat next to hers. He looked every bit bored, and she was once again confused as to how a man like himself, and a man like Ryan, had ever come together to create Ross Corp, all those years ago.

"I told you before, and I'll tell you again. I'll not have my life called into question the way those internet shits do," Kylan said sternly. He reached for the bag containing his new phone, and she handed it to him wordlessly.

Ryan sighed loudly from behind his desk. "This is precisely why the stocks are falling, Kylan. Your behavior has never been favorable, but it's getting increasingly more sporadic. The public's perception of you translates directly to sales and securing potential deals with fellow companies," he explained, his eyebrows furrowing. "Stocks have fallen nearly double what they have in the last few years. And they did so over just the last few months alone," Ryan concluded meekly.

She looked at Kylan with a frown. "He's right. Your attitude with both the press and people online, have both been lacking any kind of humanity. It goes against what Ross Corporation stands for, at its basic function. Which is to aid in the investigations of the police, and the security of someone's home," she reminded her boss.

scoffed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "What would

a fight with a teenager on the internet or to grab and toss a photographer's

Their work environment has no life to it anymore," she added for good measure. It was true, there was no company spirit, or pride anymore. What once was a vibrant, blossoming company in its infancy, was now a lackluster and slowly dying

needed to change. And

his throat. "I think... Well, Kylan, I think you need to begin a relationship with someone. It needs to be someone with the right personality. Someone with whom you can openly show to the world, and who can handle the inevitable limelight that will follow. You need someone charismatic, who can

thirty-two-year-old bachelor. She could understand the public appeal that could come from a seemingly unobtainable, hardened individual, dating a less high maintenance person. If it were at all possible to appeal to Kylan's humanity to the public, he

fantastic idea," she agreed earnestly. "If you can appear even a little more... Approachable, or relatable on a personal level, we need to showcase that," she added

Ryan suddenly

Ryan while Kylan had his eyebrows furrowed

someone you can agree with for a

a fiance,

both Katrina and Ryan like they had each grown a second head,

into on Litter yesterday?" she decided to

Katrina was so used to his tactics, and Ryan wasn't

you gone through in

hair, pushing his bangs back in the process. "I only get

old's, is worthy of your time?"

tyrant," Kylan insisted with yet another

hire me because I graduated college with a

his feelings, but this wasn't a situation where she could relent,

as he did,