Stella Willow wore a cold expression as she strutted through the hallway. The way she walked radiated elegance and confidence. However, her icy deanor was so intense that people were afraid of her.
She gritted her teeth, exhausted and lost. Working as the CEO of Grey Pictures was incredibly tiring. However, she had no intention of giving up this amazing position.
After joining Grey Pictures, Stella Willow gradually reconnected with her ex-coworkers, so of whom had once been her bosses. Their reactions were mixed.
However, Stella recognized the envy and jealousy in their eyes. Unlike most of them who were stuck in their positions and slaving away in the corporate world, Stella had reached the top of her career after leaving NBC.
So of her forr coworkers even begged her for a position at Grey Pictures. If the person was capable and talented, Stella would give them a chance.
The reason she never considered resigning, despite the overwhelming stress, was power. The pleasure of being a powerful figure, soone few could trample, was intoxicating. It would be foolish to relinquish the CEO position to soone else.
Even the Big Six held her in high regard due to Grey Pictures' strong profitability.
The authority she wielded was so addictive that she never once thought of stepping down.
Of course, there were cons to being a CEO.
The first was that the job was highly stressful. She had endless tasks and crucial decisions to make. The company wouldn't move without her input. Her presence was essential.
She cursed her boss, who was gone most of the ti… She had to shoulder the majority of responsibilities because her boss was just a director who had no interest in business managent.
The second downside to being a CEO, for Stella, was her love life. Her last romantic relationship ended a year ago. Since then, she had been celibate, with no sexual relationships at all. With her tight schedule, she couldn't find the ti to date anyone. She also wasn't a fan of hookup culture.
So right now, Stella was at the edge of self-destruction.
Her position as CEO made it difficult to find a suitable partner, not just because of her busy schedule, but also because of her preferences.
You see, being a woman with high standards, Stella wanted a man who had a better career than hers. She didn't want to "date down" at all.
She wanted a man who was richer, more mature, stronger, and smarter than she was. That was her preference, and everyone is entitled to their own.
As for the n "weaker" than her, she never glanced at them. Her last boyfriend had been the general manager of Alphabet, and he was the best man she had ever dated in terms of career success. Her previous relationships seed diocre in comparison.
So yeah, Stella had a hard ti. Even though she wanted to be the boss at work, it was a different matter when it ca to dating.
She wanted her man to provide for her, take care of her, and gently man-handle her... whatever that ant.
Her preference checklist was as follows:
A man richer than her.
With a better career.
Tall.
Handso.
Strong.
Healthy and with long stamina, for bedroom reasons.
A man who loved her most. She must be his number one priority.
A gentleman.
A good personality.
Respectable.
Ambitious.
Confident.
And... a nice long sausage, for bedroom reasons again.
For a woman, it was a pretty extensive list of criteria. Not going to lie, many won have long lists of expectations, and so of them are downright outrageous.
So won wanted a partner with green eyes—only 2% of the world population has that trait. How the hell is soone supposed to make their eyes green? Use colored contact lenses maybe?
With preferences like these, it was no wonder Stella struggled to find a man. There were probably plenty of n interested in her, but she likely ignored them simply because they didn't et her standards.
"Tch, that bastard. What the hell does he want this ti? Why do I have to find soone again?"
She clicked her tongue in frustration. Lately, the stress had been getting to her, and she couldn't help but curse at her boss.
She arrived at the eting room and opened the door with the confidence of soone who owned the building.
Then, she saw Kazir sitting inside, scribbling on his storyboard, probably working on yet another project.
Stella scrutinized him and glared.
Suddenly, she realized sothing. Kazir actually t most of her requirents for a boyfriend!
Kazir was tall, handso, richer than her, confident, and a gentleman. Heck, she'd even heard that Kazir was packing down there!
Her pupils slightly trembled, but she quickly suppressed the thought and returned to her cold deanor.
Kazir was almost perfect.
But there was one critical area where he failed.
Stella knew that Kazir loved making movies more than he could ever love a woman. She would never be his number one priority.
That was a massive red flag.
For her, the most important aspect of a relationship was being loved above all else. Kazir couldn't give that, not 100%.
She scoffed and then glared at Kazir again.
"Um, excuse ? Did I do sothing wrong?" Kazir noticed her mood and asked cautiously.
"It's nothing. I just rembered sothing. Anyway, let's start our eting." She sat down, pushing away her spiteful thoughts. She was highly professional, one of the reasons she was perfect for the role of CEO.
"Okay."
Kazir nodded.
[Third chapter of the day.]
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