They Stole My Project , Now the CEO Is Begging Me Back — Novel

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When the ambitious intern, Mia, discovers her groundbreaking project has been snatched away by her own company, the stakes rise higher than she ever imagined. Suddenly, she finds herself caught in a whirlwind of corporate politics, where betrayal lurks in every corner. Just as she thinks she can move on, the very CEO who overlooked her talent comes knocking, desperate to reclaim her expertise. What could he possibly want from her now?

Mia's heart races as she contemplates the offer. Can she trust a man who once dismissed her? Or will rekindling their professional relationship lead to deeper complications? With her dreams hanging in the balance, she must navigate a treacherous landscape of ambition, desire, and hidden agendas. As sparks fly and tension simmers, Mia grapples with the question: is success worth sacrificing her integrity and feelings?

In this gripping tale of ambition and romance, alliances shift and loyalties are tested. Will Mia rise from the ashes of betrayal, or will she find herself ensnared in a web of desire that could cost her everything?

They Stole My Project , Now the CEO Is Begging Me BackChapter 1

The open vote for the Cloudridge Estates Luxury Residences project lead was held today.

Kenneth Fletcher: thirteen votes. Me: zero.

Thirteen people in the design department. Not a single one picked me.

Edmund James jabbed his pen against my name on the ballot, pressing hard.

The ink bled into an illegible smear.

"Ronnie, it was a fair vote. You don't have a problem with that, do you?"

The corner of his mouth curled into the kind of smirk that said I run this department, and you know it.

"Fair."

I rolled the word around in my mouth, slow and quiet.

I'd been on the Cloudridge project for a full year, practically living on-site since the day the structural work finished.

A thousand units. Eighteen buildings. Twenty stories each.

I'd climbed every single floor myself.

Seven unit types, a hundred and eight design plans. All mine.

Forty-five firms competing for the bid. I won it.

The $40 million design fee. I negotiated it.

And now it had been handed to an intern who didn't even know the name of the client's contact person.

And he was telling me this was a fair vote?

I looked down at the supplementary agreement Cloudridge had just sent over.