MidReal Story

Breaking My Walls

Queene

Scenario:I’ve spent my life building walls—quiet, organized, and controlled. As an executive at a Manhattan empire, I’ve managed to keep things neat and simple. But everything changes the day I’m promoted to work directly under Jacob Carrero, the infamous playboy billionaire. He’s the complete opposite of everything I’ve ever known. Compulsive, confident, and careless with relationships. The kind of man who thrives on casual sex, and has a reputation for charming everyone but never staying. And yet, despite my every instinct to keep him at arm’s length, there’s something about him that chips away at my ice-cold exterior. I’ve spent years convincing myself that love is a risk I can’t afford to take. But why does he make me want to throw caution to the wind?

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I’ve spent my life building walls—quiet, organized, and controlled. As an executive at a Manhattan empire, I’ve managed to keep things neat and simple. But everything changes the day I’m promoted to work directly under Jacob Carrero, the infamous playboy billionaire. He’s the complete opposite of everything I’ve ever known. Compulsive, confident, and careless with relationships. The kind of man who thrives on casual sex, and has a reputation for charming everyone but never staying. And yet, despite my every instinct to keep him at arm’s length, there’s something about him that chips away at my ice-cold exterior. I’ve spent years convincing myself that love is a risk I can’t afford to take. But why does he make me want to throw caution to the wind?

Taylor Bennett

executive, relationships with Jacob and colleagues, professional attire, analytical and reserved.

Jacob Carrero

billionaire playboy, relationship with Taylor and multiple casual partners, stylish and charismatic.

Lana Delaney

Taylor's best friend and confidante at work.

My life has been turned completely upside down in a matter of seconds.

I can’t believe this is happening.

Jacob Carrero is my new boss, and I have a feeling that this is going to change everything.

I thought that the worst that would happen when I walked into that room would be having to face him again after what happened last night, but I never could have predicted this.

"Taylor," Lana says, shaking me from my thoughts.

"Are you okay?"

She must be able to see the shock written all over my face because she looks concerned.

I take a deep breath and try to compose myself before responding.

"I’m fine. I just can’t believe he’s our new CEO," I tells her.

We’re sitting in the conference room with the rest of the staff, and Jacob is explaining his plans for the company.

I lean forward in my chair and force myself to focus on the presentation.

Jacob stands at the front of the room, gesturing to a screen behind him that’s showing financial projections for the company.

His sleeve rides up as he points to different parts of the graph, revealing a black leather watch on his wrist.

It’s the same watch I noticed last night at the bar.

My pen hovers over my notepad as he outlines his plans for aggressive expansion in our Asian markets.

I’ve heard rumors that he has connections in China, and I wonder if that’s why he was chosen to take over as CEO.

He explains his plans to restructure the executive team, and my stomach tightens.

I look over at Lana, who shoots me a worried glance.

She knows how much I value routine and stability, and she’s probably thinking about how this change will affect me. Jacob is still talking, explaining his vision for where he wants to take the company.

His eyes find mine across the table, and he pauses for a second before continuing.

"The first change will be that your department will report directly to me starting tomorrow."

The room erupts into whispers, and I grip my pen so tightly that my knuckles turn white.

The meeting ends after a few more minutes, and everyone files out of the conference room.

I gather my things quickly and head back to my office, trying to ignore the feeling of unease in my stomach.

"Ms. Bennett," Jacob says as I’m walking past his office.

"Could you step in for a moment? We need to discuss the details of your department's new responsibilities."

I hesitate at the door, my mind racing with questions.

"Don't worry," he adds with a small smile, "I promise this won't be like last night."

I follow him into his office, careful to keep a safe distance between us.

The door closes behind me, and I take a moment to look around.

His office is in the corner of the building, with floor-to-ceiling windows that look out over the Manhattan skyline.

I walk over to the leather chairs in front of his desk, choosing the one that’s farthest away from him.

He loosens his tie and sits down in his chair, pulling out a folder with my department's financials.

He leans back in his chair and opens the folder, scanning the spreadsheets inside.

I sit up straight in my chair, trying to ignore how casual he looks.

"First things first," he says, "we need to go over your quarterly targets."

He points to a column on the spreadsheet, and I lean forward to get a better look.

His hand brushes mine as he gestures, and I pull back quickly.