Melting The IceQueen CEO

11

"Come in," Promise Nelson called out as she closed the file in front of her. A slim woman in a black business suit, wearing frameless glasses, pushed the door open and walked in.

"Good morning, Miss Promise," the woman greeted.

This woman was Promise's secretary, Layla, a graduate from a prestigious local university. During her internship, she caught Promise's eye and was directly appointed as the president's secretary.

Layla was exceptionally capable and had been working with Promise for three years, handling all affairs meticulously and earning Promise's deep trust. The two had a close personal relationship and referred to each other as sisters in private.

"Good morning to you too. These documents are all sorted. Please deliver them to the department heads..." Promise began.

Bang!

Before she could finish her sentence, the office's mahogany door was forcefully flung open.

Being interrupted mid-sentence made Promise a bit annoyed. She was about to scold the intruder when she looked up and saw Campbell Watson walking in with two plastic bags.

"Ta-da! Your love-filled breakfast has arrived!" Campbell announced dramatically as he entered.

He had just finished touring the top floor and took a stroll around the building, observing the surroundings. On his way back, he picked up breakfast from a nearby diner.

"..." Layla turned her head to stare at Campbell, her face showing a mix of surprise and confusion.

This guy called Miss Promise "little lady"? And he bought her a heart-shaped breakfast?

Who is this guy? Could he be Miss Promise's boyfriend?

When did Miss Promise start dating?

As Miss Promise's personal secretary, Layla hadn't received any information about this.

The secrecy was impressive.

"Ahem, Layla, this is the bodyguard my dad hired for me. If he needs anything, he can come directly to me without an appointment."

Promise Nelson, being incredibly smart, saw Layla's expression and guessed what she was thinking. So, she introduced Campbell Watson's identity.

"Oh, okay, got it." Layla stuck out her tongue slightly, realizing she was being too nosy.

So, he was just a bodyguard.

But this bodyguard was quite odd, calling Miss Promise "little lady," and Miss Promise wasn't even mad.

Layla's mind was filled with a big question mark.

"Oh wow, there's a beauty here..." Campbell Watson noticed Layla, and his eyes lit up like a wolf spotting a sheep.

Though Layla wasn't as stunning as Promise Nelson, she had her own unique charm. Her features were well-defined, with a hint of mixed heritage, somewhat resembling a certain famous actress.

She had a well-proportioned figure, not too thin or too heavy, and was tall, reaching over 5'7" in heels. Her long legs were wrapped in black stockings, exuding a captivating allure. She was indeed a rare beauty...

"Hi there, beautiful. My name is Campbell Watson. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Campbell quickly stepped forward, casually tossing the plastic bag onto Promise's desk. He then put on a gentlemanly demeanor, slightly leaning forward and flashing what he thought was a charming smile.

"Uh, hi... ah..."

Campbell Watson, exuding a strong masculine presence, suddenly leaned in close to Layla, startling her out of her daydream. She instinctively stepped back, trying to maintain a safe distance.

In her panic, Layla's heel twisted, causing her to stumble and fall backward.

Terrified, Layla's face turned pale as she let out a scream, her hands flailing wildly in the air, trying to steady herself.

"Careful."

Campbell's quick reflexes allowed him to grab her delicate hand with his left hand and pull her into his arms like a bird returning to its nest.

"Beautiful, you haven't told me your name yet."

With a mischievous grin, Campbell held Layla by the waist, leaned in closer, and took a deep sniff, his expression playful. "Mmm, you smell amazing."

Layla's face turned beet red from Campbell's intimate actions, her heart racing.

She had always been focused on her studies, a typical overachiever who had never dated during her school years. After graduating from college, she started working for Promise Nelson, handling a massive workload daily, leaving no time for romance.

Moreover, she had never found a guy she liked.

Despite her outstanding work abilities, she was completely inexperienced in matters of the heart, a pure and innocent girl who couldn't handle Campbell's flirtatious advances.

"Hey, she's my secretary. Let her go."

The scene seemed to trigger something in Promise Nelson, reminding her of an unpleasant experience from that morning.

Her tone turned stern as she shouted.

"Ah!"

Layla snapped back to reality, like a startled rabbit. She quickly pushed Campbell Watson away, grabbed the files on the table, and said to President Nelson, "I'm heading out." Then she hurriedly ran out of the office.

Even after leaving the office, her heart was still pounding, her face flushed, and she had a shy, girlish expression on her face.

Campbell Watson was actually quite handsome, with chiseled features and a strong, attractive face. His years of experience had given him an indescribable yet deadly charm.

For someone like Layla, who lived in a big city and often saw pretty boys, nerds, and effeminate men, Campbell's unique presence was incredibly striking.

"Starting today, I officially appoint you as the head of the company's security department. Report there later," Promise Nelson said.

Campbell was about to go find Layla to chat, but Promise stopped him.

"Not interested. My job is to protect you," Campbell replied without hesitation.

Promise's eyebrows furrowed, and she said in a serious tone, "I suspect someone in the company leaked my whereabouts for yesterday's kidnapping. Find out who it is.

That's part of your job, right?"

Only a few senior managers knew about her trip to the airport yesterday. Yet, the kidnappers had precise information about her movements, making Promise suspect that someone within the company was in contact with them.

Campbell smirked, thinking to himself that it was probably her cousin.

"What kind of expression is that? You're my bodyguard. It's your responsibility to protect me. This mole poses a potential threat to me, and it's your duty to find out who it is," Promise said, leaning forward slightly, exuding a powerful sense of authority.

If it were any other employee in the company, they would undoubtedly be intimidated by Promise's presence. But Campbell was different. He had been through countless life-and-death battles, and this kind of pressure didn't faze him at all.

"I don't need the title of Head of Security to help you find the mole," Campbell Watson said with a half-smile, looking at Promise Nelson.

Promise frowned, staring at Campbell for a moment. She knew her little scheme had been seen through. She had asked Campbell to join the security department, partly to find the mole, but she had other motives as well. In truth, if she had found a suitable candidate, she wouldn't have resorted to putting Campbell in such an important position. After all, she didn't know him very well yet.

"Okay, I'll be straight with you. Recently, several confidential documents have been leaked within the company, causing significant losses. I want you to join the security department and help me investigate where the leak is coming from and why it's happening!" Promise decided to be direct.

"You suspect the problem is within the security department?" Campbell asked.

Promise nodded, her face serious. "Before you, I secretly placed someone in the security department to investigate this matter thoroughly. However, within a month, he was ambushed and crippled."

"I believe this could very well be the work of someone within the security department. I need you to help me get to the bottom of it," Promise said, her eyes sharp as she stared at Campbell. "If there are traitors within the company, I won't let a single one go."

At that moment, Promise exuded the decisive and commanding aura of a leader.

Campbell thought for a moment and then said, "I can agree to that, but I have one condition."

"Name it."

"If I uncover the truth, I want a commission of three million," Campbell stated his price.

This task went beyond the scope of a bodyguard's duties, and he wanted to be compensated accordingly.

"Alright, you have one month. If you find out who the mole is within a month, I'll pay you three million. If you fail, you won't get a single cent, and you'll have to get lost and never show your face in front of me again.

OK?"

Promise Nelson was straightforward, not only agreeing to Campbell Watson's terms but also setting her own condition.

Three million was nothing to her.

If she could indeed identify the mole, it would save the company millions, if not billions. Three million was a small price to pay.

"Deal," Campbell said without hesitation.

Finding a few moles was a piece of cake for him; he didn't even need a month.

However, since Promise had suggested he take over as head of security, he had another idea in mind.

He had returned to the country not only to protect Promise but also to handle something very important to him.

Therefore, he couldn't be by Promise's side 24/7.

Since Promise spent most of her time at the company, if he controlled the security department, he could select and train a few good personnel to ensure her safety at the company.

This way, he would have time to take care of his own matters.

"Layla, come in for a moment," Promise called out.

She was decisive and acted immediately once she made up her mind.

Soon, Layla walked in, her cheeks still slightly flushed, looking quite charming.

"President Nelson," Layla stood in front of the desk, waiting for Promise's instructions.

"Layla, from now on, he will be the head of the Security Department," Promise Nelson said, glancing at Campbell Watson and handing over a document. "This is his appointment letter. Take him to the Security Department and call Iker from HR, okay?"

"Got it, President Nelson. Anything else?" Layla asked with a smile as she took the document.

"That's all. You can go now." Promise Nelson waved her off and turned to her computer to start working.

Layla, holding the document, gave Campbell a quick glance before gracefully leaving the office.

"I got you some breakfast. Eat it while it's hot, don't let yourself go hungry," Campbell said, pointing to a plastic bag on the table before following Layla out.

Promise Nelson looked at the breakfast on the table. The cold expression on her face softened slightly. After a moment of hesitation, she opened the bag...