The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 177

Chapter 177

Olivia

I stifled a yawn, staring at my computer screen while stretching my arms above my head. My back cracked in three distinct places as I twisted side to side. After hours of tweaking, our concept boards were polished to perfection.

“And we’re officially finished, I announced, saving the file one last time.

Dylan pumped his fist in the air. “Thank god. I was starting to forget what sunlight looks like.”

Ava closed her laptop with a dramatic thud. “If I had to adjust that logo placement one more time, I might have thrown myself out the window.”

“Top floor,” Marcus reminded her, gathering his sketches. “You’d definitely die. And then who would make our presentations look pretty?”

“Someone less talented and twice as expensive,” Ava replied, flashing a tired grin.

I checked the time on my phone, 9:37 PM. We’d been at it for nearly fourteen hours straight.

The team began gathering their belongings, moving with the slow, dazed movements of people who’d been staring at screens for too long.

“Anyone want to grab a drink?” Brandon suggested halfheartedly.

A chorus of groans answered him.****

“My bed is calling,” Ava declared. “And it’s saying very dirty things about how good it’ll feel to collapse into it.”

“TMI, Ava,” Marcus laughed, slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder.

one, they said their goodbyes and filed out of the conference room until only Dylan remained, hovering near

to stay and help clean up?” he

Dylan. You’ve done enough.” I waved him off. “I’ll

“Thanks, Mrs. Carter.

a moment to breathe. The quiet felt good after hours of discussion and debate. I gathered the scattered printouts and coffee cups, tossing them into

into my chair and pulled out

Finally finished. Team just left.

came

Still

Yep. About to head

you. Don’t drive yourself when you’re

fine to drive. I have my

I insist. Wait for me.

the parking garage, perfectly capable of getting me home. But the thought of

Okay. See

down to the lobby, waving goodnight to the security guard who looked as tired

late again, Mrs.

into one of the

boss making you work

But I volunteered for

cooler than I had anticipated. I stood alone at the curb, taking a moment to breathe in the crispness

distant hum of traffic, each car’s headlights slicing through the darkness in a brilliant flash as they glided smoothly

with a text from

tomorrow?

O’Malley’s: Ryan’s confrontation, James stepping in, and Alexander showing up

Can we do the day after tomorrow instead? And maybe somewhere other

Her response came quickly.

someplace new and fancy. Maybe that rooftop

text

end with Alexander last night? You

smiled at her not-so-subtle fishing

you everything the day

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