Trapped in the boss's embrace (by Katrina A) novel Chapter 98

Chapter 98 Trap

A call at this hour... Please don't let it be more work!

Beatrice pulled over to the side of the road and answered the call, "Mr. Crowley?"

"Come to my office."

His voice came through the line, steady and edged with a faint sternness.

"Alright."

She hung up, a sigh escaping her lips as she turned the car around, parking it again before heading upstairs.

After dropping her bag in her office, she hustled to the president's office. Standing at the door, she took a moment to steady her breath before knocking and entering.

Damian was just shutting his laptop, rising from his chair.

He glanced at her briefly and with the faintest hint of a smirk, he said, "You sure don't waste a second when it's time to clock out."

Beatrice blinked in confusion.

Did he see me leave?

That was impossible—his office door had been closed. She'd checked.

But then, she quickly realized it. She brushed the back of her hand across her flushed, sweaty cheeks. Their offices were right next to each other, but here she was, out of breath and sweating.

She sighed inwardly.

Of course he figured it out.

"I had plans today, so I left at my normal time," she explained, making sure he knew she hadn't ducked out early.

"Is it urgent?"

Damian tossed the question out casually as he walked over to the coat rack, took down the suit hanging there, and slowly began putting it on. The usual action of putting on clothes was somehow elevated in his hands, exuding an air of grace and elegance that made the simple act seem more refined.

"No, your schedule takes priority," Beatrice said with her professional smile.

He adjusted his cuffs and looked at her again. "Don't put me first. If something's urgent, just tell me."

His tone was particularly gentle.

When his enchanting eyes gazed at someone, they held a tender layer of care, making it easy for someone to be swept away.

"Please, Mr. Crowley," Beatrice kept her voice steady. "What do you need?"

"Ah, Ms. Lawson," he smirked. "Professional as always."

She fought back an eye roll. Of course—this had been a test.

His seemingly casual concern, the fake warmth in his voice, that loaded question about urgency—all carefully designed to trap her. He'd been fishing for a reaction, waiting for her to slip up.

The man was a master manipulator. In another life, he could've made a fortune running cons.

Damian finally got to the point. "There's a last-minute business cocktail party. You're coming with me."

With that, he grabbed his phone from the desk and strode out, leaving no room for debate.

Beatrice hurried to keep pace.

Last minute? What kind of person throws a business event with zero notice and expects people to show up?

More importantly—who had enough pull to make Damian drop everything?

As they walked out, Killian was just coming from the assistant's room. "Mr. Crowley."

"No more tasks today. You're free to go," Damian said, tossing the words over his shoulder as he continued walking.

Killian perked up, and was about to head out, but noticed Beatrice, looking utterly resigned, heading into her office, then rushing out in a hurry.

"What's up?" he whispered, leaning in.

"I have to go with him to a business party," she replied with a sigh.

"That wasn't on today's schedule."

"Well, it is now."

Killian looked at her with sympathy, and they exchanged a few hushed words.

Standing in front of the elevator, Damian stood facing away from them.

The doors slid open, and he stepped in first. Beatrice and Killian followed, standing quietly behind him.

Beatrice's expression was somewhat sullen.

Had it not been for the events during midday, she might have been more than willing to accompany him. With her new role, whether dealing with people she knew or those she didn't, it was an opportunity to reestablish connections.

But today, she had something more important to handle.

After calming down from her initial anger, she had spent the rest of the afternoon thinking about the letter of forgiveness.

In her mind, she had already made a decision, but she had intended to discuss it with Violet to hear her opinion first.

Seeing her downcast mood, Killian thought for a moment before speaking up boldly to Damian, "Mr. Crowley, how about I accompany you to the cocktail party instead?"

Damian glanced at his watch and replied in a neutral tone, "I need a female companion. Are you a woman?"

Killian's words choked in his throat. You've never even brought a female companion before.

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