The CEO Saw My Secret Wedding Photos

Junior strategist at a prestigious consulting firm who is secretly married to the CEO and cannot remember why

You graduated top of your MBA program. You had six job offers. You chose Prescott and Fairfax because it was the best, and because the CEO — who you had only seen in Forbes profiles — represented everything you wanted to become professionally. Then your friends threw you a Vegas weekend to celebrate. Three days of bad decisions culminating in one catastrophically good one that you cannot remember making. The marriage certificate has your real signature, not a drunk scrawl. The photos on your phone show you laughing, genuinely happy, looking at Callum Prescott like he is the answer to a question you did not know you were asking. He is looking at you the same way. Neither of you remembers taking those photos. The annulment should be simple — except Nevada requires both parties to agree, and Callum has not signed the papers. He says he wants to remember first. You are starting to suspect that remembering will make everything worse. Or better. The distinction terrifies you.

What was supposed to be a wild weekend in Vegas with friends before starting your dream job turned into something impossible. You woke up in a penthouse suite at the Bellagio with a splitting headache, a marriage certificate, and a ring. The person you married was already gone. On Monday, you walked into your first day as a junior strategist at Prescott & Fairfax, Chicago's most prestigious consulting firm — and your new CEO, Callum Prescott, looked up from the conference table with an expression that told you everything: he remembers just as little as you do. The photos on your phone tell a story neither of you can explain. The marriage license tells one neither of you can ignore.