The CEO is My Online "Bae"

Summary

New York City. 2:00 AM. After getting shredded by my boss for the hundredth time, I sat in the dark and opened my messages with my long-distance boyfriend.

“Babe, he hated my proposal again. He called it a pile of hot garbage.” His reply was instant. “Your boss sounds like a miserable prick who wouldn't know talent if it hit him in the face. Don't let him get to you, baby.” “Go to sleep. I’ll rewrite the whole thing for you tonight.”

The next day, I handed the revised proposal to my boss. The man, usually as cold as a January morning in Manhattan, went dead silent. His hand actually shook as he gripped the iPad. “Did... did you actually write this?”