Filed to story: Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia & Ethan)
“You want another week?” he repeated slowly. “Olivia, are you planning to milk that leg injury forever?”
His voice cut through me. I flinched.
“No-no, sir,” I said quickly. “I’m not trying to slack off. It’s just… everything with the divorce is messier than I expected, and-
“I need people who show up when they’re needed,” he said coldly. “Not excuses.”
“I’ll be back after five days,” I pleaded. “I just need a few more days to handle the fallout. If I rush back now, it might make things worse-not just for me, but for you too. You saw what’s happening online.”
Another long silence.
“Your mess is yours, not mine,” he said, but his voice lacked the bite from earlier.
“I understand that,” I said, softer this time. “But if I walk into Green Group headquarters with paparazzi still chasing me and rumors swirling, it’ll become your mess too. You’ll be seen as the boss defending his scandalous female assistant. And we both know how that’ll be spun.”
There was a long breath on the other end.
“Then what’s your plan?” he asked finally. “How do you intend to clean this up?”
I exhaled. “I’m going to make a scene,” I said flatly. “Go to the
Windsor hous?. Demand things. Negotiate.”
There was a pause.
“You do realize,” Alexander said slowly, “that you’re not just confronting Amelia now. You’re challenging the Windsors. And the Hawthornes. You’re standing alone against two of New
York’s oldest families.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I said stubbornly. “Small war or big war-it’s still war. I’ve already been dragged through the mud. I’ve got nothing else to lose.”
There was another beat of silence before Alexander’s voice dropped.
“Don’t be reckless,” he warned. “The last thing I need is for you to get yourself killed.”
I blinked.
“I-I won’t,” I stammered. “Sorry. That came out harsher than I meant.”
He didn’t respond right away. Then, unexpectedly, his voice softened. “You’re representing me now. You understand that, right? When people see you, they see Green Group. They see me. That means you don’t get to go rogue.”
My breath caught. Representing him.
“Yes,” I murmured. “I understand.”
“You want five days?” he said. “Fine. Take three. Be at the office on the fourth. Eight a.m.”
“I… Thank you,” I said, unsure whether to argue for the full five or just accept the win. “I’ll get it all sorted!”
“You better,” he said, but there was no real malice behind it.
There was a pause.
“Olivia?”
“Yes?”
“If it gets worse, tell me. I’ll find a way to fix it.”
I blinked at his words. “I.. I don’t know…”
“I don’t like repeating myself.”
“Right, Sorry.” My voice cracked a little, and I quickly added, “I’ll handle it. Thank you again.”
And then, I hung up abruptly.
I stared at the screen for a few seconds, the silence on the other end suddenly louder than his voice.
My heart was beating too fast. Why was my heart beating too fast?
I tossed the phone onto the couch and pressed my palms to my cheeks. They were burning.
“Representing him,” I muttered to myself.
I instantly regretted repeating that phrase.
Ava’s teasing voice from last night echoed in my mind:”He’s interested in you!!!”
No, no. I couldn’t afford to think like that. He was just… being kind. Or strategic. Or both.
Still, the way he said it. The way his tone dropped ever so slightly when he said he’d fix it. I wasn’t used to anyone offering to fix things for me-definitely not someone like Alexander.
I sat on the edge of the couch, fingers curling over my knees, trying to catch my breath.
Why was he so kind to me?
I wasn’t special. I wasn’t powerful.
Even if I proved myself during that inspection, even if I kept showing up, even if I carried the burden of that position-I still didn’t believe I belonged beside someone like him.
My eyes dropped to the phone again.
Did he even see me that way?
No. Of course not. He said it himself-I don’t like women.
I exhaled sharply and leaned back, arms spread out over the cushions like a broken doll.
I was spiraling.
He was just being professional. Generous, maybe. But he didn’t like women. It was right there in his own words.
No matter how many butterflies I had, or how much I wanted to read between the lines, the truth remained: Alexander wasn’t interested in women.
And especially not in a walking tabloid headline like me.
Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door being flung open behind me.
“Ava,” I blinked in surprise. “You’re back already?”
Her heels clicked sharply across the floor as she threw her bag on the couch and marched straight toward the kitchen. Her face was flushed, hair frizzy around her temples, and her expression.
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