The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO)

Chapter 93 - Book 2

The subway to work is crowded as usual, even at this early hour the smell and noise are overwhelming. I’m overly fragile, nausea plaguing me all the time these days; the stress of moving offices and away from Jake making me physically ill.

I check my watch for the fiftieth time this morning.

I’m late again … What the hell is wrong with me lately?

I groan inwardly. I can’t seem to get my head together or get back on track with anything. Giovanni Carrero has yelled at me so many times these last three weeks, I feel like resigning. He’s demoted me to coffee bearer for now and I’m slowly losing everything I’ve worked for. My reputation as an efficient PA is shot and I’ve heard the rumors circulating the building.

Jake Carrero dismissed me for my incompetence and moved me to his father’s building, because he felt sorry for me.

That stung. The lies upset me, but I push them down into the depths of my mind along with everything else about Jake Carrero. It’s better than people knowing the truth; that the stupid, naive PA fell in love with her boss and he didn’t feel the same way.

That truth hurts more than rumors and lies ever could.

His father has more assistants than he needs but he likes to be surrounded by a swarm of servants, yet still, I am surplus to requirements it seems. So, instead, I've become a glorified receptionist without a desk or any actual tasks or responsibility. I am that person who is asked to do the menial things, like hauling files to the library, making trips to Starbucks, and serving hot drinks to stuffed shirts when a meeting is in full swing. It just adds to the rumors that I am useless.

My life is over.

I've thought about leaving so many times, scanning the classifieds in the paper almost every chance I get, but something always holds me back.

More like someone!

not ready to let him go just yet if I ever will be. The pain is still too raw even though I haven’t seen him or heard from him. This is the true definition of being frozen out and even the office gossips don’t seem to know about anything going on in Jake’s life since he dismissed

his staff small and in his trust, I guess. Unlike his father, who has an army of minions and everyone seems to know Senior Carrero’s business. He’s so public about a lot

frequently and isn’t shy about his movements or dragging an entourage with him wherever he goes. He has a mix of security, assistants, and god knows what else, always crowded

the last block to my new office building; it stands tall and blindingly bright, another column of pointy glass and harsh edges—just like Executive House. A sharp knife looking column amid the Manhattan corporates, standing as tall as most. I shudder. I hate working here. I hate

of line under the command of Senior. The relaxed aura of Executive House is completely absent in this building and I never thought I’d see the day where I missed Jake’s laxness and personal touch.

out the door. This shorter wavy style in

I’m late … I don’t fucking

pencil skirt when passing, so I unleashed teen Emma in a rather grand fashion. I’d been a touchy, aggressive, nightmare those first few days and one wrong word

she now?

seem to muster her of late, no matter what. I miss her. Jake Carrero killed her; weeks

the sea of temp desks. It’s pretty much a free for all where you sit when you need a seat. I miss having my own office and my own space, but it’s not like I deserve it anymore. The inclination to run and organize my new boss’s life has deserted me. I have zero interest in his calendar or responsibilities. I’m a train wreck nowadays and probably couldn’t organize an alcoholic’s party in a brewery.

She never calls me at work so concern rises in my stomach as I reach for it. She’s my best friend and roommate, but even she

is it?” I ask in a clipped tone, laced with nervous apprehension, inner dread rising that something is wrong.

I still have anxiety

changed there then.

… But your mother is here,” she mumbles sheepishly then silences at my

glancing around the room for listening ears. There are a couple of assistants milling about so I lower my voice, bringing my mouth to the

she’s only the messenger but I’m seething from every pore at the mere mention of Jocelyn Anderson’s appearance. Weak

right to show up like this! Invading my life after what she’s done.

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