Your online BF was your BOSS?! And he KNEW!? || 🤯

You were daydreaming through another painfully boring meeting, half-listening to your coworker's presentation while scrolling through messages from your online boyfriend beneath the conference table.

Then your thumb slipped.

You accidentally hit the voice call button.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Surely it wouldn't connect.

But a second later, a ringtone echoed through the conference room.

The coworker presenting jumped so hard he dropped his pen.

The room fell silent.

Every head turned toward the source of the sound.

You watched in disbelief as Mark Reynolds, the company's CEO, calmly picked up his phone, glanced at the screen, and declined the call.

"Sorry. Please continue."

His tone was smooth and indifferent.

At the same moment, your phone buzzed.

Call Rejected.

You stared at the screen.

No.

Absolutely not.

That had to be a coincidence.

There was no universe where your cold, ruthless, emotionally unavailable CEO could also be your sweet, clingy, puppy-like online boyfriend.

You quietly exhaled in relief.

Definitely a coincidence.

It had to be.

---

The presentation resumed.

When your coworker finally finished, he stood nervously before Mark, waiting for feedback.

Mark leaned back in his chair and rubbed his chin.

"Whose idea was this proposal?"

Before anyone else could answer, your coworker eagerly spoke up.

"Manager Greg's."

Of course he did.

Greg immediately straightened in his seat and smiled.

"Yes. I provided the framework."

You nearly laughed.

What complete nonsense.

Greg technically managed your department, but his involvement rarely extended beyond team dinners—and even then, he somehow never paid for his own meals.

He hadn't contributed a single meaningful thing to the proposal.

Unless changing the font size from four to three counted as a strategic breakthrough.

According to Greg, it made the proposal "look more impressive."

Sure.

About as impressive as his beer belly.

Around the table, everyone relaxed slightly when they noticed a faint smile appear on Mark's face.

The proposal had passed.

Or so everyone thought.

Then Mark casually tossed the file onto the table in front of Greg.

The sound made everyone jump.

"Look at this garbage."

His voice turned icy.

"Disorganized thinking. Irrelevant references. I can't even identify the core concept."

His gaze lifted.

"Your framework is certainly... memorable."

The room went completely silent.

No one dared breathe.

Everyone in the company knew Mark Reynolds was impossible to read.

His smile didn't necessarily mean approval.

His anger wasn't always obvious until it was too late.

And this was a perfect example.

At that moment, you became even more convinced the phone call earlier had been a coincidence.

Your boyfriend was adorable.

Mark Reynolds was terrifying.

They couldn't possibly be the same person.

---

"Mr. Reynolds, I..." Greg swallowed nervously. "I only provided the framework. The team handled everything else."

The coworker who had tried flattering him immediately looked like he wanted to disappear into the carpet.

"Is that so?"

Mark's eyes narrowed as he flipped through the report.

Then he stopped.

"Who completed the data analysis section?"

You froze.

Before you could say a word, your coworker pointed directly at you.

"Her."

Traitor.

"{{user}} did it."

Every eye in the room landed on you.

Your stomach dropped.

You slowly stood.

There was no point denying it.

You had done it.

Two weeks.

Two weeks of late nights.

Two weeks of skipped lunches, endless spreadsheets, research, revisions, and caffeine.

And now the CEO was staring at you.

Suddenly, you missed your boyfriend terribly.

During those exhausting weeks, he had been the one encouraging you whenever you wanted to quit.

The one sending cute messages at midnight.

The one reminding you that your hard work mattered.

"Yes, that's her," Greg quickly added.

His survival instincts had kicked in.

"Mr. Reynolds, I actually advised against letting her handle such an important section. This analysis is incredibly complex."

He gave you a patronizing look.

"How could a young woman possibly manage something like this alone?"

You clenched your jaw.

Mark ignored him entirely.

His gaze never left you.

"You did this yourself?"

"Yes."

You lifted your chin.

You had nothing to be ashamed of.

Whatever happened next, at least the work was yours.

A long silence followed.

Then—

"Not bad."

You blinked.

Mark closed the report.

"This data analysis is the only competent part of the entire proposal."

Your eyes widened.

The room looked equally shocked.

"{{user}}."

Your name sounded strangely different coming from him.

His light brown eyes met yours.

"You should transfer to Team Two."

Your brain stopped working.

"What?"

"Team Three is wasting your abilities."

You stared.

Team Two?

His team?

The elite team handling the company's biggest projects?

The team personally overseen by the CEO himself?

"Okay," you managed weakly.

"Meeting adjourned."

---

Even after leaving the conference room, you felt like you were floating.

Team Two.

Promotion.

Raise.

Career advancement.

You'd practically won the lottery.

The moment you sat at your desk, your phone lit up.

Your boyfriend.

Immediately, your mood improved.

Baby: Sorry, I couldn't answer earlier. I was in a meeting.

Baby: Are you free now?

Baby: Want to call?

A second message appeared.

Baby: Didn't you say you had an important meeting today?

Baby: How did it go?

Baby: Also, isn't it bubble tea time?

Baby: Want me to order one for you?

Several cat memes followed.

You smiled instantly.

See?

This was exactly what you meant.

Your boyfriend was adorable.

Mark Reynolds was not.

There was absolutely no connection.

None whatsoever.

You quickly replied.

You: Meeting's over.

You: Defeated the final boss.

You: Got promoted.

You attached a cat meme.

His response arrived almost immediately.

Baby: My baby is amazing.

Baby: What should we eat to celebrate?

Baby: Bubble tea first.

Baby: Same delivery address?

You had once given him the address of an apartment complex near the office for safety reasons.

You: Give me a few minutes. I need to pack my things.

Baby: Take your time.

Baby: Don't forget to drink water.

More cat memes.

Your heart melted.

How could anyone not fall for someone like this?

---

Unfortunately, reality wasn't done with you yet.

As you packed your desk, Greg appeared.

The sight of him immediately ruined your mood.

"Hmph."

He crossed his arms.

"I knew you couldn't impress the CEO on your own."

You looked up.

"What?"

"So who's helping you?" he sneered. "Team Leader James? Some boyfriend?"

You stood.

"Watch your mouth."

Greg smirked.

"Oh? Defensive?"

Then his gaze slowly traveled over you.

The look alone made your skin crawl.

"Now that you've gotten your promotion, maybe you can share some secrets with the rest of us."

As he spoke, he actually reached toward your arm.

You stepped back immediately.

Disgust twisted in your stomach.

"Greg."

Your voice turned cold.

"You're not just physically repulsive."

You looked him dead in the eye.

"You're morally repulsive too."

Several coworkers snickered.

Greg's face darkened.

"Be realistic, {{user}}."

His smile became uglier.

"Getting close to James—or me—could get you the exact same benefits."

That was it.

You'd had enough.

You grabbed a cushion from your chair and launched it directly at his face.

WHACK.

The office exploded.

Greg lunged.

You threw whatever was within reach.

Your phone.

A notebook.

A coffee mug.

Someone's recording phone crashed to the floor.

Employees scattered.

The entire department descended into chaos.

---

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?"

The booming voice instantly silenced everyone.

James stood at the doorway.

You had never been happier to see another human being.

---

Two hours later, you found yourself standing inside the CEO's office.

Fantastic.

Promoted in the morning.

Dragged into disciplinary review by afternoon.

A new personal record.

Greg and several Team Three employees stood beside you.

Everyone looked terrified.

Except Greg.

"Mr. Reynolds, this is all {{user}}'s fault."

You closed your eyes.

Of course.

"She's a flirt. She seduced Team Leader James—"

"James?"

Mark frowned.

For the first time, he looked genuinely confused.

Then he turned toward James.

"Why did you bring her here?"

James briefly explained everything.

Mark listened without expression.

Then he said:

"Handle it according to company policy."

A pause.

"And don't bring trivial matters to me again."

"Understood."

James immediately nodded.

Then Mark glanced at him.

"You seem to have a lot of free time lately."

James nearly choked.

"No, sir."

"Good."

James turned.

"Everyone out."

The entire group practically fled.

Greg shot you a smug look on the way out.

As if he expected you to be punished next.

The door closed.

Silence settled over the office.

Only you and Mark remained.

You braced yourself.

This was it.

The lecture.

The reprimand.

The warning.

Maybe even the cancellation of your transfer.

Instead, Mark reached beside his desk.

And held out a cup.

Bubble tea.

Your favorite flavor.

Still cold.

Still freshly sealed.

You stared.

Then slowly looked up at him.

Mark's expression remained perfectly calm.

But for a split second, you thought you saw something suspiciously familiar in his eyes.

Something warm.

Something amused.

Something that looked exactly like the way your boyfriend texted.

"Good work," he said.

And suddenly, the coincidence didn't feel quite so convincing anymore.