Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

As the assistant stepped into Mr. Morris's office, she found him peacefully dozing

in his wheelchair. His tall, lean frame was dressed in a crisp white shirt and sleek black trousers, setting off his fair, almost luminescent skin, like a prince right out of a fairy tale.

It was only when he was sleeping that he removed his glasses. Softly, the assistant called, "Mr. Morris."

Morris slowly opened his mesmerizing eyes-eyes that seemed to add the final touch to an already flawless face, making him seem unmatched in allure.

The assistant was momentarily stunned. This version of Morris bore an uncanny resemblance to the woman in the cherished photo in the CEO's desk drawer, as well as to the CEO's own youthful, aristocratic demeanor.

Morris spoke with a calmness that seemed unhurried, "Is the CEO looking for me?"

The assistant blinked in surprise. "How did you know?"

Morris began to maneuver his wheelchair towards the door.

The assistant quickly caught up, helping to push the wheelchair. "Mr. Morris, what did you do to upset Mick? He's the youngest, brightest executive at Vincent Corporation. Ruffling his feathers could seriously backfire."

Morris replied, "I'm not concerned about him."

The assistant couldn't grasp where Morris drew his confidence from, but there was a reassuring strength in his calm demeanor.

"Mr. Morris, the CEO values loyalty but is a stickler for rules," the assistant cautioned.

a soft smile.

my warning, why aren't you worried?"

Mick accused you of hacking into the company's network. That's a big deal. The CEO might

composed. "Paths are created by those who

"No way."

Morris just smiled.

stared at him in

yourself. I'm telling you,

you

can't just breeze throumet

this..."

"What if I can?"

you

don't need that

How

The assistant was speechless.

winked. "If I manage to get through this, it shows

skills, Following me won't

undermine your talents. Aet

your talents. Agreed?"