“Pretend You Love Me for Ten Minutes,” Said the CEO – What the Single Dad Janitor Did Stunned All

The Unexpected Request

The mop water was still warm when Daniel Carter wrung it out for the last time that morning. The smell of lemon cleaner lingered in the air, and the lobby of the 52-story glass skyscraper gleamed like a mirror.

It was quiet, with just the distant hum of the elevators and the occasional click of heels echoing across the marble floor. Daniel had been working here for eight months, ever since the garage where he used to fix cars had shut down.

As a single dad, the janitorial job wasn’t glamorous, but it kept a roof over his daughter Emma’s head and peanut butter sandwiches in her lunchbox. He’d grown used to being invisible.

People passed him every day without really seeing him. But to a broken bar, someone saw him.

The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, and out stepped Isabella, the CEO. The woman was a living headline, the youngest female CEO in the city.

She was known for her razor-sharp mind, flawless wardrobe, and an air of authority that could silence a room. Daniel had only seen her from a distance before, but up close, she looked at the broken bar different.

Her eyes were wide, her shoulders tense, and her perfectly painted nails tapped anxiously against her phone. She scanned the lobby, spotted Daniel, and walked straight toward him.

“Can I ask you something a broken bar unusual?” she said, her voice low but urgent. Daniel straightened, unsure if he was about to be fired for leaning on his mop.

“You have broken bar sure.” Her next words froze him.

“Pretend you love me for 10 minutes.” Daniel blinked.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Just a broken bar act like you’re someone who cares about me,” she said quickly, glancing over her shoulder. “Stand close. Smile like I mean the world to you.”

“10 minutes. I’ll explain later.”

Before Daniel could even process it, a tall man in a charcoal suit emerged from the elevator behind her. He had slicked-back hair and a watch that probably cost more than Daniel’s truck.

He had the kind of smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Isabella,” the man drawled as though he owned the space around them.

“I see you’re still making questionable choices.”