His Nanny Is Actually The CEO

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Five years later, across a mahogany conference table that smelled of expensive wax and corporate indifference, I looked into the eyes of Daniel West again.

As the representative for the vendor, he shook my assistants hand with a practiced, oily charm. Then he turned his gaze toward me, his expression curdling into a look of patronizing superiority.

"Working for someone else must be exhausting, Laura," he said, his voice smooth, as if there were no jagged glass between us. He leaned back, the king of his small hill. "If youre done throwing your little tantrum, you can come back. Im willing to waive the companys 'no dating' policy just for you."

I didnt blink. I didnt even offer him the courtesy of a frown. I simply closed my portfolio with a sharp thud and dialed my team on speaker. "The clients attitude is unprofessional and stalling. Terminate the negotiations immediately."

The shock on his face was a balm. My mind flickered back to that absurd corporate retreat five years agothe night it all burned down. We had gone "wild foraging" in the Pacific Northwest. One of the new interns, Brianna, had supposedly ingested some toxic mushrooms. She "lost control" and threw herself at Daniel, my fianc, kissing him with a desperate, frantic hunger in front of the entire department.

What broke me wasn't the girl. It was Daniel. He didn't push her away. He held her. Later, he used a damp towel to tenderly wipe her face, dismissing my fury with a wave of his hand. "Shes poisoned, Laura. Shes not in her right mind. Don't be so dramatic."

When I finally cornered him, asking why he had leaned into the kiss, he had actually smirked. "Did I use tongue? No. So get over it." Then came the ultimatum: "If you can't handle it, quit. Out of sight, out of mind."

He never expected me to actually do it. On the day Brianna was promoted to a full-time position, I handed in my resignation and vanished from his life.

Looking at his stunned expression now, I felt nothing but a cold, distant amusement. Five years was more than enough time for a clinging vine to grow into a towering oak.

I stood up to leave, but Briannanow apparently his right handpressed her palm down on my documents.

"Laura, honey, we just got here! Don't be so hasty. We haven't even started the pitch."

"This is Harrington Global, a Fortune 500 company," a former colleague named Brad snickered from across the table, crossing his arms. "The standards for entry-level staff shouldn't be this low. Does she really think one phone call decides the fate of a multi-million dollar contract? Shes probably just the glorified coffee runner."

"Oh, Brad, don't be mean!" Brianna pouted, though the look didn't reach her eyes. She glanced at Daniel, her voice dripping with performative sympathy. "She and Mr. West have... history. Its understandable that shes bitter. Seeing us together probably reopened some old wounds."

I checked my watch. "Fine. You have twenty minutes before my next board meeting. Make them count."

"Laura, are you still playing this part?" Daniel spoke up, his tone lazy. He reclined in his leather chair, watching me with a predatory sort of boredom. "If you want to play games, Ill indulge you. Were old friends. Just don't be too cutthroat on the pricing."

His eyes drifted over my plain silk blouse, settling finally on the ring finger of my left hand. I was wearing a simple, hammered silver band. No diamonds. No gold.

Brianna followed his gaze, her lips curling into a smug smile. "Are you actually married, Laura? How sad that you didn't invite us to the wedding."

"Speaking of weddings," Brad interrupted, nudging Brianna with his elbow. "When are you and Daniel finally going to make it official? I saw you browsing for those three-carat rocks on your lunch break."

"Brad!" Brianna swatted his shoulder, her cheeks flushing a performative pink. "Stop it. Were strictly professional."

Daniel smiled, a slow, deliberate thing. He reached out and tucked a stray hair behind Briannas ear. The gesture sent a ripple of suggestive murmurs through the rest of their team.

I looked down at my notes, my heart a flatline. I had seen this play before. Five years ago, one woman faked a mushroom trip to claim a man, and the man claimed he was "forced" while leaning into the heat. Back then, I thought my heart would stop from the pain. Now? It was just bad theater.

The door opened, and a server entered with a tray of lattes. I didn't want to stay for the second act. I turned to walk out.

"Wait, Laura!"

Brianna lunged forward, but "accidentally" collided with the server. A cup of scalding coffee flew through the air, splashing across my back. The white silk of my blouse was instantly soaked in a dark, spreading stain.

"Oh my god!" Brianna gasped, though her eyes were dancing. "Laura, Im so sorry! Are you okay?"

The server panicked, thrusting napkins at me. "Im sorry, ma'am! II felt someone push"

"Its fine," I said, my voice like ice as I took the napkins. "I know exactly who pushed you."

Briannas face hardened. "What is that supposed to mean? Youre so clumsy youre going to blame me?"

"Seriously," Brad chimed in. "We all saw it. You turned around too fast."

I caught my reflection in the glass partition. The wet silk had become translucent. It was a mess.

"Laura," Daniel said, his voice tinged with a familiar, weary annoyance. "Stop making a scene." He grabbed his blazer from the chair and tossed it onto the sofa nearest to me. The implication was clear: Cover yourself up with my protection.

I didn't touch the jacket. I simply turned. "Im going to the restroom."

I managed to scrub most of the stain out with cold water. My phone buzzed in my pocket. A text from my husband: The car is downstairs.

I typed a one-word reply: Soon.

As I stepped out of the restroom, I heard hushed voices around the corner.

"...I heard she quit back then because she was caught sleeping around with the mailroom guys. It was a huge scandal."

"Shhh, keep it down... but yeah, I heard there was some legal trouble too. Something about embezzlement that Daniel covered up for her..."

They went silent the moment they saw me. Brianna adjusted her collar, her expression shifting back to 'concerned colleague.' "Laura, Daniel says hell give you one more shot. Sign the contract at our price, and hell make sure youre taken care of on future projects."

I walked past them without a word and pushed back into the room. Daniel was flipping through my project files. He didn't stop when I entered; he just looked up briefly. "The reporting is solid. Impressive, actually." He slid the folder back toward me. "Come back to Apex. Ill double your current salary."

"No thank you," I said, retrieving my files. "This negotiation is over."

"Laura!" Daniels voice cracked like a whip. "Do you think working at Harrington makes you untouchable? They only hired you because youre a bargain. Wheres your supervisor? How could they entrust a hundred-million-dollar deal to a glorified clerk like you?"

I didn't answer. I walked toward the door. As my hand hit the handle, he yelled, "Laura, its been five years! When are you going to stop being so dramatic?"

I paused. Dramatic? Was he really so arrogant that he thought five years of silence was just a long-form tantrum?

"Mr. West," I said quietly, "my time is far more expensive than yours."

His face contorted. "Stop acting so high and mighty. If it wasn't for me, you never would have made it to team lead. Youre nothing without the resume I helped you build."

I ignored the lunatic and stepped into the elevator.

The air outside was thick and humid, the sky bruising purple before a storm. Safe inside the car, I watched my alumni group chat explode with notifications.

The Class President: @Everyone! Dinner tonight at The Grand. Plus ones encouraged! Our old mentor, Professor Miller, will be there!

Of course it was tonight. After five years of radio silence, it turned out Daniel had clawed his way to the top of Apex. He wasn't even supposed to be at the meeting todaya VP named Marcus was scheduled, but there had been a last-minute swap. I had inadvertently stepped in sht.

Someone tagged me: Laura, you haven't RSVP'd! You have to come! Professor Miller always said you were his favorite.

I stared at the screen and finally typed: I'll be there.

Professor Miller had been a father figure to me. I wasn't going to let Daniels ego rob me of a chance to see him.

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That night, Daniel had rented out the Imperial Suite at The Grand. He was throwing money around like it was confetti. Out of a class of thirty-six, nearly everyone had shown up.

The moment I opened the door, Briannas high-pitched laugh cut through the music. She was draped over Daniels arm while a circle of former classmates fawned over them.

"Look who finally showed up! Laura!"

"I heard youve been freelancing since you quit? Tough market out there," someone remarked, their voice a mix of pity and judgment. "You and Daniel started at the same firmyou should have held onto him tighter. Hes the Golden Boy now."

I smiled politely and found a corner to sit in. The Class President, already three drinks in, slammed his hand on the table. "You guys have no idea! Laura... hic... back in the day, she actually tanked her placement exams just to get into the same grad school as Daniel. She had Ivy League scores!"

"No way! Really?"

"Totally true! Her parents went ballistic, but she wouldn't budge. She followed him like a lost puppy."

The room erupted in whispers. Daniel swirled his scotch, a smug, distant look on his face. "Everyone makes choices," he said smoothly.

I looked at my tea, thinking of that lost girl. At eighteen, I believed some things were worth sacrificing logic for. Hearing him now, so dismissive of the girl who had burned her future to stay by his side, I felt a wave of cold clarity.

Brianna laughed loudly. "Well, you have to admire that kind of devotion. Its so... brave. Lets toast to Lauras 'bravery'!"

The sycophants followed suit. "Brianna is so graceful. You and Daniel are the real power couple. Some people choose the wrong path and have to live with the consequences."

My phone buzzed. It was my mother. I stepped out onto the balcony to answer.

"Where are you?" she asked, her voice sharp with stress. "The baby needs to be picked up from my place."

I leaned against the railing, keeping my voice low. "Im leaving soon. Ill be there in twenty minutes."

As I hung up and turned around, two former classmates were standing in the doorway, watching me with predatory curiosity.

"Laura, did you get married? We never saw a wedding announcement."

I shook my head. "We didn't do a big ceremony."

"But I heard you mention... picking up a child?"

I smiled, offering a half-truth. "Yeah. My life pretty much revolves around school runs these days."

They exchanged a look. "Oh. So... stay-at-home mom?"

I didn't bother correcting them. When I walked back inside, I heard that Professor Miller had a family emergency and wouldn't be coming. I grabbed my coat. "Goodnight, everyone. Enjoy the party."

As I walked out, a loud voice trailed after me. "Better hurry, Laura! The nanny needs to get to the employers house!"

The room erupted in laughter. I looked back at the girl Id spoken to on the balcony. So that was how she had translated 'picking up the kid.' I didn't have the energy to argue.

Outside, the rain was a deluge. I stood under the awning, waiting for my ride. The partygoers began to trickle out behind me. Daniel stepped out, holding a large black umbrella.

"Where do you live? Ill drop you off."

"No thanks."

He stared at me, his jaw tightening. "Laura, what is it going to take? What do you want from me?"

I looked at him like he was a glitch in the software. "I don't want anything from you, Daniel. But shouldn't you be worried about your fiance? She might get jealous if youre seen giving me a ride."

He frowned. "The thing with Brianna back then... it was a mistake. She was intoxicated. What was I supposed to do? If there was really something between us, we'd have kids by now."

I looked at him, truly seeing him for the first time in years. "Is it too late to wish you a happy life and many children, then?"

"You"

I didn't wait for the rest. I stepped into the waiting car and closed the door.

A few days later, a headline broke in the financial news: Apex Medias Landmark Deal with Harrington Global Collapses.

My phone was immediately bombarded with calls from unknown numbers. I knew it was Daniel. I had blocked his main number years ago. The only way he could reach me was through new burners or public shaming in the alumni group.

The project could have been a win-win. I hadn't intended to let personal history interfere with work, but Daniels insistence that I was "unworthy" of the negotiation had made the decision for me. If he couldn't respect the person across the table, he didn't deserve the contract.

"Laura?"

I froze on the red carpet of a business gala a week later. I turned to see Daniel and his team standing by the entrance. Brianna was in a shimmering, over-the-top gown that caught every flashbulb.

"You need an invitation for this," Brianna said, her voice carrying over the crowd. "Did you sneak in with your employer, Laura? Are you here to hold someones coat?"

Brad laughed. "Should I tell security to let you in so you can go find your boss? You look a little lost."

Daniel frowned, looking at my dressa custom, minimalist piece in a deep charcoal. "Enough, Laura. Don't embarrass yourself. If you come back to work for me, youll get to attend these events properly. Don't do this just to spite me. There are reporters everywhere."

I pulled my hand back as he tried to grab my arm.

"Mr. West, it seems Apex has a lot of free time lately. Shouldn't you be worried about your plummeting stock instead of my social life?"

His face darkened. "All this because a server spilled coffee on you? Are you really that petty? Did you learn nothing at Apex? Harrington was insane to put someone like you in charge of anything."

A colleague behind him sneered. "Don't give her too much credit, Daniel. If she actually had the power to kill a deal, she wouldn't be dressed in no-name labels at a gala like this. She looks like a charity case."

Daniel seemed comforted by that. "True. I doubt a low-level staffer could dictate terms to the board."

Brianna smirked. "Exactly. That dress probably came from a thrift store. Shes just living in a fantasy world where shes the boss."

I adjusted my cuffs. The dress was from my mothers boutiquea small, high-end label that specialized in traditional craftsmanship. It was perfect.

"Are you done?" I asked calmly. "Because Im on a schedule."

Daniel looked annoyed. "Do you even hear yourself? Youre delusional." Then, his tone softened into that fake, protective warmth. He reached out and snatched Brads guest pass. "Fine. If you want to see the inside so badly, just stay close to me. Don't talk to anyone."

Before I could respond, Mr. Thompson, the event organizer, came running toward us, breathless.

"Ms. Whitlock! There you are. Your keynote speech is ready. Mr. Beaumont is asking if youd like to review the teleprompter one last time?"

Daniel froze. Briannas smug smile shattered. She looked at Thompson, then at me. "I think you have the wrong person. Keynote? There are only three speakers tonight, and theyre all C-suite..."

I took the folder from Thompson. "Mr. Thompson, these people are not on the guest list for the VIP section. Please ensure they remain in the general lobby."

Daniel grabbed my wrist. "What is this? What are you doing?"

"Im working," I said, gently removing his hand.

He looked at me with a rare flicker of doubt. He probably still thought I was the girl who melted whenever he brought me a coffee or "helped" by rewriting my reports after screaming at me in front of the office. He didn't realize that those "favors" felt like insults now.

I walked toward the green room. My phone buzzeda video call from my mother.

"He fell and scraped his knee," she said, sounding frantic. "He won't stop crying for you."

I ducked into a private lounge. "Im here, baby. Mommys right here." I spent ten minutes soothing my son over the screen. By the time I hung up, I realized I was cutting it close. I messaged my colleague: If Im not on stage in two minutes, play the intro video. Ill be right there.

As I hurried back toward the hall, I passed a semi-open VIP suite. Daniels team was inside.

"I can't believe she kicked us out of the VIP area. I had to bribe a waiter just to get these passes. Daniel, you have to reimburse me for this!"

"Laura is just bluffing," Briannas voice was sharp. "Shes not on the speaker list. I checked the website this morning. Shes probably just a ghostwriter for the real executives."

"Who cares? How does she have the pull to bar us? Is her 'employer' really that powerful?"

"Maybe shes sleeping with him," Brad suggested. "The Beaumonts are old money. They wouldn't marry a nanny, but theyd certainly keep one as a mistress."

"Shut up!" Daniel snapped. "Were here for networking. Focus. In thirty minutes, I have an interview with Business Weekly in the lobby. Make sure the press kit is ready."

I shook my head and walked onto the stage.

The speech went perfectly. Afterward, as I was heading to the exit to get home to my son, I passed the lobby where the live broadcast was happening. Daniel was sitting in the interview chair, looking every bit the 'Rising Star.'

The host smiled. "Mr. West, your rise has been meteoric. But youve kept your private life very quiet. Any special lady?"

Daniel gave a humble smile. "My focus has always been the work."

"I heard there was a first love," the host teased. "Someone who didn't make the cut. What do you think about women who try to use marriage as a ladder to success?"

Daniel looked pensive. Brianna, sitting in the front row of the audience, suddenly spoke up. "Oh, don't make him uncomfortable! He was almost fooled by a social climber once. But shes hit rock bottom nowlast I heard, shes a nanny for a wealthy family."

I stopped in my tracks. A nanny?

The interview was being live-streamed. The comments on the monitor were already vicious: Typical gold-digger. Daniel is too good for her. Bet she's trying to seduce the dad of the kid she watches.

I pulled out my phone and opened the stream. I saw Brianna catch my eye in the crowd. She pointed. "Oh, look! Speak of the devil. There she is now, probably waiting to pick up her employer's dry cleaning."

The cameras swiveled toward me. Reporters, sensing a scandal, rushed forward.

"Ms. Whitlock! Did you fail your exams on purpose to follow Mr. West?"

"Is it true you were fired from Apex for misconduct?"

"Are you here tonight to try and win him back?"

Brianna was beaming. The business interview had turned into a tabloid circus.

Suddenly, the heavy oak doors of the ballroom burst open. A small boy in a tailored miniature suit ran into the room, dodging security.

"Its the Beaumont heir!" someone whispered.

The room went silent as the little boy scanned the crowd. Brianna, seeing an opportunity to look maternal in front of the cameras, knelt down. "Hey there, little guy. Are you lost?"

She reached out to pat his head, but the boy dodged her. His eyes lit up when he saw me.

"Mommy!" he chirped.

The silence that followed was deafening. Briannas face went white. The cameras caught her frozen, hand mid-air.

"Mommy?" she stammered. "You... you're his mother? Youre married to a Beaumont?"

The boy ignored her and jumped into my arms. "Mommy! Daddy says youre playing the 'don't know us' game again!"