Mr. President, I Don't Love You

My partnership with Mr. Taylor has never been smoother; sometimes we even play the doting couple in public.

In the VIP lounge, I kept mum, listening in on the bigwigs for the latest investment tips, quietly raking it in.

"Jessie, you really got a handle on those old fogies—totally whipped! I'd kneel to learn your ways."

I flashed a knowing smile, "Keep it low-key, let's not make waves."

Now it was their turn to zip it, only Logan kept chuckling quietly.

On the ride back, I gave him the cold shoulder—no one likes being the butt of a joke!

Yet, that remark did spark a thought.

"I'm thinking about starting my own venture, any tips?"

At a red light, he looked me in the eye, seriously mapping out a plan.

I didn't have much corporate experience, so the best bet was to intern at his company first and learn the ropes—he'd see to the details.

Consider it payback for dealing with his wacky relatives.

Corporate efficiency meant I was moving my gear into the office within a week.

I'd been spinning non-stop, even crafting presentations on the car ride.

Lucky for me, the big boss was always nearby, quick to pinpoint issues and offer sound advice.

"Jessie, join us for dinner."

I stretched my neck, "Sure, Luke."

Luke was kind of a mentor, took me under his wing, and helped me get to know the ropes and the rest of the team was cool too. Even some younger girls blushed in jest.

No wonder everyone's clamoring to work for big companies—the vibe is just unbeatable!

"Jessie, you're incredible, got the whole company figured out in just two months."

I playfully hooked a finger under a young intern's chin, her eyes widened with a shy glare.

Shock! The big boss is smitten... Oh my!

I laughed heartily because I've always known my goals, that's why I've been all in.

Lately, Logan's seemed off, giving me looks like he's holding something back.

I darted out of the car, and spotting the bright red roses at my desk made my heart skip.

"Jessie, Luke said today's Women's Day, gave us all flowers, but yours is the biggest."

My phone pinged with a lunch invite from my hubby.

A strange guilt washed over me, peaking the moment I saw him.

Fortunately, he just wanted to discuss business, and the deeper we delved, the more enthralled I became.

No wonder they say a chat with a wise man beats ten years of study!

Suddenly, he asked out of the blue, "What if someone's gunning for you, what then?"

Without missing a beat, I replied, "Whoever criticizes me in the open gets a reward; whoever does it behind my back gets no mercy!"

"So, how would you reward me then? How about the roses on your desk?"

It scared me stiff, my fork clattering to the ground.

Before I could react, he was already scooping it up.

"Just pulling your leg."

I giggled, a mix of relief and amusement washing over me.

Incredible, how does a CEO like him keep tabs on a nobody like me?

After a moment, he sighed from above, his comforting hands massaging my head.

"Usually sharp as a whip, how come you couldn't see I was just jealous?"

The fork I'd just picked up dropped again.

My phone rang just in time—I almost kneeled in thanks—perfect timing!

Listening to the chaos on the line and Grandma's ranting, the magic moment quickly dissolved.

"I'll drive you, let's sort this out once and for all."