Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

The executive blinked hard, half-convinced he was hallucinating.

Was the sun rising in the west today?

The CEO of Ferguson Corporation was married—and apparently head-over-heels for his wife.

"No need, she's not coming in for a while," Dylan said, his tone flat.

Morgan, who'd made a career out of reading people, leaned in conspiratorially. "Did you two have a fight? You're always so busy with work and meetings overseas. Maybe you should spend more time with your wife. Relationships only grow if you put in the time, you know?"

As he spoke, Morgan tried to sneak a peek at the marriage certificate, dying to see what kind of woman had actually managed to win over their famously cold CEO.

Then he saw the name. And the photo. He froze, then rubbed his eyes again, just to be sure.

Wait-this couldn't be right. That name... that face...

Clara?

Everyone at Ferguson Corporation knew Clara. Back when she worked here, she was always hanging around Simon. Everyone joked she was obsessed with him. If any woman even looked Simon's way, Clara would chase her off, then turn around and dote on him even more.

And Clara wasn't just pretty-she was stunning. No actress on TV could compete. But the way she chased after Simon had rubbed a lot of people the wrong way.

Morgan wondered if he was just seeing things. Maybe it was a different Clara? Maybe it was just someone with the same name...

photos didn't lie. That was definitely Clara's face, and she looked far from

was

he could unsee all of this. Why had he been so nosey?

Clara end up

slipped away quietly, pretending he hadn't seen

closed the marriage certificate, his voice cool as ever.

wasn't sure she'd want

feel happy

her, I'm sure any woman would fall for you. Anyway, I've got a couple more meetings today, and here are the latest reports for you. Ohpand congratulations on your marriage! Should we give

got to Morgan's position

biggest fan, as long as she was the

sure everything

looking

for handling

The CEO never complimented anyone-usually,

you got was a grunt, even if you pulled off

"Leave it to me, sir.

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executives had been gossiping, betting that with the CEO's personality, he'd be single forever. No one

in high spirits—only to nearly bump into Simon, who was coming up to the