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.

filed out of the conference

help clean up?” he asked, clearly hoping I’d say

You’ve done enough.” I waved him

over his face. “Thanks,

taking 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 the recycling and

back into my chair and pulled out my phone to text

Finally finished. Team just left. Presentation ready

came almost

Congratulations. Still at the

About

Don’t drive yourself when

fine to drive.

I insist. Wait for

stared at his text, torn between appreciation and annoyance at his commanding tone. My Porsche was in the parking garage, perfectly capable of getting me home. But

See you

headed down to the lobby, waving goodnight to the

again, Mrs.

settling into one of the plush chairs

boss making you work overtime?”

But I volunteered

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

each car’s

buzzed with a text from

Drinks tomorrow? Girls’

winced, recalling last night’s chaos at O’Malley’s: Ryan’s confrontation, James stepping in, and Alexander showing up unexpectedly

do the day after tomorrow

Her response came quickly.

worries! I’ll find us someplace new and fancy. Maybe that rooftop bar

Perfect. Just text me the

do! Btw, how did things end with Alexander

at her

you everything the day after

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