My Ex Boyfriend Is My New Company CEO

Hadley Marshall continued her performance, claiming, "I'm her close friend. We just met yesterday. You promised her you'd be faithful and marry her. And now you've completely forgotten about her? She's poured her heart and soul into you, and she's even expecting your child. Is this how you repay her?" Hadley finished, still unsatisfied, and turned to the calm, refined woman sitting nearby, exclaiming, "Honey, don't waste your time with a guy like him. He's just a smooth talker who's only out for himself and won't settle down."

Coleson Reynolds jumped up, furiously responding, "Where did you come from, you crazy woman? What nonsense are you spouting? Who is 'she' exactly? Tell me!"

Before Coleson could finish, a splash of wine hit him square in the face. The elegant woman, now holding an empty glass with a serene expression, looked at him and said, "I don't want to see you again." With that, she turned and left.

Hadley was momentarily stunned by the boldness of someone so composed. But seeing her plan succeed, she thought it was best to make a quiet exit. Just as she started to back away, Coleson grabbed her wrist firmly, "Caused a scene, and now you're trying to bail?"

Her wrist ached from his grip. Hearing his words, Hadley was even more eager to leave. She put on a look of feigned innocence, "Getting defensive, are we? Going to hit me? Once you do, your chances with that lady are gone for good." Hadley pointed at the woman walking away.

Coleson, clearly not pleased, released her hand and moved to try to explain himself to the woman. This gave Hadley the perfect chance to slip away.

Coleson caught up to the woman, desperately trying to explain. Seeing she had no intention of stopping, he grew anxious, "Mia, wait. Listen to me, I don't even know her. Don't believe—"

The woman he called 'Mia' stopped abruptly, fixing him with a direct gaze, "My name is Lynn, not Mia."

Coleson was momentarily speechless, then quickly corrected himself, "Yes, yes, Lynn. That woman confused me completely. I'm sorry. But you have to believe me..." He placed his hands on her shoulders, trying to make her stay and listen.

To his surprise, she easily pushed him away and slapped him hard across the face. The sharp sound of the slap was impossible to ignore, drawing the attention of everyone around.

The woman spoke slowly and calmly, "I don't know why you know my friend's name, and frankly, I don't care. I was testing you earlier—my name isn't Lynn. After all this time together, you didn't even remember my name, proving just how unreliable you are."

She stepped around Coleson and left the restaurant swiftly, her steps full of anger.

Coleson gritted his teeth, pacing a few steps where he stood, and angrily undid the button on his jacket. He had never been in such a situation before. Today was turning out to be a disaster, with someone unexpectedly throwing a wrench into his plans.

He fumed internally, hoping he wouldn't find out who that crazy woman was. Or else... Just as he was about to leave, he felt something under his foot. Coleson moved his foot to find an employee badge on the floor. He bent down, long fingers picking it up, and read aloud softly, "Reynolds Industries, Design Department Assistant, Hadley Marshall. Well... isn't that interesting." His smile turned more mischievous.

The sun shone brightly, and a cool breeze wafted gently through the streets.

Hadley arrived at the company entrance, only to realize she had forgotten her employee badge. She didn't have time to go home and retrieve it, but without the badge, security wouldn't let her in.

Reynolds Industries had thousands of employees across various departments, and security didn't recognize each one, especially the lower-level staff.

Emir Holmes' car was parked a short distance away. Hadley walked over to him, "Sorry, Mr. Holmes, I think I left my badge at home. I'll have to tag along with you inside."

Emir smiled warmly, "Try not to be so forgetful next time. Let’s go."

Hadley nodded, and they walked toward the company together. Emir wore a tailored black suit, his athletic build accentuated by the impeccable fit. His hair was neatly parted, and his features sharp. When Hadley first met him, she thought it was a shame he hadn't pursued a career as a model.

After arriving at the office, Emir received a phone call and subsequently instructed Hadley to organize a quick meeting.

"The main focus of this meeting is that Reynolds Industries will soon welcome a new, highly talented CEO. The administration has informed us that the CEO's office will be located within our design department. Today, there will be personnel arriving to make the necessary rearrangements to our office space. I hope everyone can proceed with their tasks smoothly, despite the changes. Also, ensure that all design department data remains confidential. Any questions?" Emir always kept his meetings concise and to the point. "If not, let's get back to work."

Shortly after the meeting concluded, the renovation team arrived.

As they began inspecting and replacing some software systems and electrical appliances, the team had to turn off part of the main power. The air conditioning was off for just a short while, making the office stuffy and uncomfortable. The noise from the renovation added to the discomfort.

Hadley used a piece of paper to fan herself as she headed to the café to collect her now-cool coffee. She walked back to her desk, sipping her drink.

Emir’s office was a closed space, lacking airflow, so he came to the shared office area to cool down. He was absorbed in reviewing design plans, unaware of the renovation workers carrying a large painting behind him. The workers couldn't see him from the other side.

Hadley quickly reached out and pulled Emir to the side, "Mr. Holmes, mind stepping aside?"

Though she didn't use much force, the unexpected pull caused Emir to lose balance momentarily and bump into Hadley's shoulder.

"Ah!" The coffee Hadley had cooled spilled all over her white shirt.

"Are you alright?" Emir quickly steadied himself and helped her.

Hadley wiped at the coffee stain, "I'm fine. Thankfully, the coffee was cold."

Emir found some tissues on the table and handed them to her, "Here you go."

She took them and attempted to wipe the stains, but it was useless, "This isn't working. I better go to the restroom and clean up."

Emir watched her as she walked toward the restroom, checking his watch.

When Hadley emerged from the restroom, as Emir expected, the stain on her shirt was lighter in color but had spread further.