The Mind-Reader's Guide to Melting an Iceberg

Synopsis

After three grueling years as an overworked executive assistant at Grant Group, my life motto has been boiled down to four simple words: make money and leave. Until the day a falling potted cactus performs a precision strike on my skull. Along with the concussion, I unlock a new feature: I can now hear the inner monologue of my ice-cold CEO, Alex Grant. On the surface, he remains as cold as ice as he barks an order, "Zoe Brooks. Coffee." Yet, loud and clear, I hear the frantic screaming inside his head. [She looks so cute today. I wonder if she knows I like my coffee black. This is the ultimate test to see if we are truly meant to be.] I stare down at the cup in my hands—a caramel latte loaded with whole milk and extra sugar—and fall into a deep silence. "A test, huh? Game on, buddy," I murmured.