Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 190: On My Best Behavior

Adrian POV

The moment Clairessa stepped out and left me alone with my father, I knew something was off.

Why her?

Why make her the one in charge of me?

There were plenty of other senior project coordinators who could've taken the lead on this, but no-he specifically picked Clairessa.

Dad never did anything without a motive, especially not in business.

I shifted my weight and glanced at him. He sat back in his chair, turning to face me fully, arms crossed, the usual sternness etched deep into his expression.

My dad's voice cut through the tension like a blade.

"This is my company. You don't ever question my instructions. Especially not in front of someone who works for me."

My body went still.

That tone wasn't a warning. It was a line drawn in stone.

Before I could speak, he added, voice cooler but no less stern, "I don't care if she's your ex. Or if it stings your ego. You crossed a line back there, and you won't do it again."

I swallowed hard. "I wasn't trying to "

"Don't," he interrupted, eyes narrowing. "You want to learn? Start by listening."

A long silence passed, and I didn't say a word—not because I agreed, but because I knew better.

I couldn't take him on. Not now. Not here. And not when my future in this company -my entire damn fate-rested in his hands.

Then, as if that outburst had never happened, his tone mellowed into that maddening mix of logic and control.

"I did this for you."

I frowned. "For me?"

"You and Clairessa once had a relationship. Regardless of how it ended, I know the kind of influence she has on you. And I know how talented she is at her work. There's no one better to guide you right now."

His gaze didn't waver. "But if you think your feelings for her will compromise the work, I can reassign you to someone else."

"No." The word came out too fast. "It's not that. I just thought... maybe you'd want me to work directly with you. So I could learn the ropes straight from the source if I'm going to be taking over from you."

He let out a dry, unimpressed breath. "No, Adrian. I want you to succeed. To do that, you need to understand how this company works from the ground up. The details. The pace. The stress. You need someone to lead you, challenge you, and yes, keep you in line."

He rose from his seat and began walking slowly toward me.

"And you should be grateful I didn't start you at the very bottom, like I originally planned. Instead, you're Assistant to the Project Coordinator. People would fight tooth and nail for that seat. I expected more appreciation."

That one hit. I straightened.

"You're right," I said. "I was acting like a spoiled kid. I'm sorry. Thank you for the opportunity."

He gave me a brief pat on the shoulder.

"I am happy," I added. "Just... nervous too. I mean, this is my chance to finally prove myself. And yeah, maybe a part of me is hoping that if I do this right... if I show her I've grown-"

He raised a brow.

rushed to say. "It's not about her. I get that. But it's pressure. I don't want to mess up in front of her either. What if she looks at me and just sees the same immature guy I used to

briefest moment, something in his face

everything you can. She knows the job better than

eyes locked on

even sense that you're using this position to

down. Fast.

my hands. "Alright. Message

grin tugged at the corner of

a hard temptation to

stayed flat. "I taught you

huffed a small laugh. "I'll

I knew

wasn't just about proving myself to

about proving

an you blame

man I should have been all along was the only way to earn her trust again-then I'd do

matter what

twice, then opened the door slightly and peeped my

eyes fixed on her laptop, brows slightly

sunlight hit her from the side, making her

looked... focused,

here more than

lightly.

up and

in," she replied-not unkindly, but

shut the door

a blessing in disguise. I'd been too wrapped up in the

it for

one, probably orchestrated by the controlling man sitting in the office

One opportunity. Two victories.

me the two things that mattered most-earning my place

casual, “looks like we'll

tone

was familiar. "Wow. Okay. I see you're already

just want you to understand what this role requires, Adrian. This isn't a joke or a stepping stone for you

regardless of

the same commitment from

gave her a mock

a

"I'm serious," she warned.

teasing drop just a notch. "And I'm serious too.

role seriously.

her desk, lowering my voice just

"There's no one else I'd rather

maintaining her space. "That's good," she replied, cautious. "Because I'm not here

to lead a

you'll need to match my

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professionalism. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

gave me a