Cammy was dumbstruck by Greg’s question since it was sothing that she hadn’t thought of ever since that night.
She looked at Greg’s eyes, alternating at each eye while thinking, ’Do I still love him? I never loved any other man except him. Is my love for my husband just being shrouded by my anger?’
Greg did not like the uncertainty on Cammy’s face, he felt a tiny ache inside his chest as if he was pricked by a needle directly to his heart. That pain soon turned to a wave of anger, his possessiveness flared up.
"If you’re unsure of your answer, let remind you..." Greg swiftly but gently cupped the back of her head and her cheek, drawing her close. His lips brushed lightly against hers, teasing before he deepened the kiss, licking and sucking each one with passionate intensity.
Cammy was so taken aback that she froze, struggling to collect herself. When she finally did, her hands pressed against his chest, ready to push him away. But before she could, Greg released her and stepped out of the car.
She watched as he walked to the front, heading to her side. He opened her door and extended his hand. Cammy hesitated for a mont, then cleared her throat and accepted his gesture.
As she approached the building’s entrance, Greg suddenly grabbed her arm and whispered, "Rember that kiss, Cammy. Rember the night we spent together whenever you doubt your feelings toward Duncan. You deserve to be treated like a woman and not like trash. You deserve more and he will never give that to you. Keep that in mind."
Cammy swallowed hard, unsettled by the sensual tone of his voice and the harsh truth in his words. She nearly stumbled when he released her arm.
Without looking back, Greg got into his car and drove away. As she watched him leave, a wave of nausea and confusion washed over her, as if a piece of her had been taken with him.
’What is happening? Why am I feeling this way? That man is becoming far too bold in touching !’ she thought, still shaken, as she made her way back to the office.
When Cammy returned to her departnt, she found it empty as her team was still out. Determined to distract herself, she dove back into her design layout, even though it was still her lunch break. Her hands moved automatically, trying to calm her swirling thoughts by focusing on work.
anwhile, Greg descended to the lowest level of the basent parking, reserved for the CEO and other top executives. As soon as he stepped out of his car, he pulled out his phone and dialed his secretary, his mind already shifting gears.
[Sir?]
"Set up a eting with the Web Developnt team for Crossmart as soon as possible. I have so ideas I want them to integrate into the design," Greg instructed.
[Understood, Mr. Cross. I’ll coordinate with the project manager and get back to you within an hour.]
Greg was about to hang up when his secretary’s voice ca through again.
[Oh, wait, sir! Are you still on the line?]
"Yes, what is it?" he replied.
[The two schools you’re sponsoring reached out. They’ve scheduled an important event this Sunday—a friendly football match between them and an award ceremony for the students who won the Cross Young Programr Competition this sumr.]
"Sunday? Why would they hold it on a weekend instead of a weekday? I already have plans," Greg complained.
[I asked the sa thing, knowing your schedule, but they explained it’s also their family day. They wanted to ensure working parents could attend and interact with others. It’s a significant event, sir, and they’ve sent a list of invitees. Their other sponsors will be there as well.]
"Let see that list. I’m already in the building. Have it ready—I’ll be there in a minute," Greg ordered.
His mood quickly shifted from worrying about Cammy’s decision to excitent as his mind raced with possibilities for the event. He knew exactly who the other sponsors were, and his thoughts buzzed with potential scenarios for the day.
He rushed back to his office and took the paper from his secretary, skimming through the list of confird sponsors attending the event.
The list was extensive, as the schools heavily relied on sponsorship funding. As a result, their students were carefully selected, representing so of the brightest talents in the country who could potentially be leaders in the future.
Greg scanned through the list of nas, and when he finally found who he was looking for, a smirk appeared on his face.
"I guess this was bound to happen," he muttered, picking up the intercom to his secretary.
[Yes, sir?]
"Get in touch with Atty. Perez. Let her know it’s urgent—I need a contract drafted before Sunday. Also, fit that into my schedule."
[Right away, sir.]
As soon as the call ended, his secretary sighed to herself. "What’s going on with him lately? Everything’s suddenly urgent and important. Where did my calm, laidback boss disappear to?"
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When Cammy’s team returned from their lunch, they were all buzzing with excitent, eager to share the details of their team lunch with the CEO. Cammy listened attentively, pretending not to know anything about their CEO, maintaining a casual interest in their stories.
The chatter went on for a bit until Chiqui called her over. "Cammy, can you co here for a minute?"
Cammy approached her manager’s desk with a smile, but it quickly faded when she noticed Chiqui’s serious expression as she stared at her monitor.
"Is sothing wrong? You’re kind of scaring with that look," Cammy said nervously.
"Well, sort of. Mr. Cross’ secretary just reached out, asking about the progress on the design layout. Apparently, he has so ideas he wants to discuss. As you know, we were asked to prepare five designs, so when do you think we can present them? Mr. Cross needs to see them to determine if they align with his vision."
"I’ve already drafted the color combinations. I just need to finalize the layout and elent placents, then it’ll be done. We should be able to submit it by Thursday or Friday," Cammy said confidently.
"Wow, that’s quick. You’ve got a great eye and so much creativity, Cammy. Here’s the plan—submit it to by Thursday so I can review it for any final adjustnts. Then, on Friday, we’ll present it to the CEO. Oh, and wear a suit," Chiqui added.
"Sure, I’ll make sure it’s perfect by Thurs–wait, what? Why do I need to wear a suit?" Cammy asked, confused.
"Because his secretary ntioned in the email that this will be a face-to-face eting, not just an email submission. Since it’s your design, you’ll present it. That way, you can directly hear his feedback and any changes he wants to make. It’ll save us from having to relay everything."
"But you said before that the CEO doesn’t usually get involved with stuff like this—he deals with executives. Can’t we just present it to Mr. Reyes like you usually do?" Cammy’s voice held a hint of protest, though she tried to keep calm.
"You’re right, this is the first ti he’s done this. This ans this project is important to him, so we need to give it our absolute best. Now, I won’t hold you up any longer. Go and finish the design—I’m counting on you."
Cammy wanted to scream and curse Greg out loud. She knew exactly why this was happening. He was deliberately making things difficult just to annoy her.
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