I accidentally married a "CEO"

The whole Island Resort was jammed packed. It's bustling with guests from all over the world. Rita, the 'wedding coordinator,' and her crew have their hands full. They had been running around all day like a chicken without heads.     

An arrangement for a pre-cocktail party for the groomsmen and bridesmaids is a must. And it was set at the beach. While on the other side of the resort, another pre-wedding cocktail party was set up for the additional guests that had arrived. The ones that were not part of the wedding entourage.     

Rita had outdone herself and arranged to set up the stage for the concert, breathtaking and luxurious. There were lights hooked up all over the place, pointing in every direction—row, and a row of chairs for the guest to sit down.     

While the sound crew was testing all the equipment making sure all was in working order. Rita was surveying everything making sure that all the stuff was safe. She cannot make an error.      

Her guest singers for the concerts were very famous people, and she cannot take the chance of them getting hurt.     

The arrangement for the concert has a seating capacity of over one thousand guests and not more. If more would show up, then they would be standing as they watch. However, many guests did not care if they were seated or standing as long as they got to attend.     

Right at the front of the stage, a separate section was built for the Television company. They would be broadcasting the concert live on television.      

Unfortunately, the two biggest broadcasting stations in the Philippines would have to share space if they went exclusives.     

Each representative of the broadcasting stations doesn't mind... they have no issue concerning that arrangement.     

What matters for either of them was who would have a better view, and both of the people in charge were arguing a little too loud for Rita to hear.     

Her eyebrow raised, and her forehead creased. She has no time for their bickering. However, she must intervene and decide to stop them before someone gets hurt.     

She has a stern look on her face as she walks toward the two-person arguing loudly.     

"It is not right that you get all the angles, and we could barely see; we should have equal footing." So said the cameraman from the AGM broadcasting company.     

"It's first come, first serve; it is not my fault your crew arrived late. So why are you getting enraged at me?" Oppose the cameraman from the CBA broadcasting company.     

Rita heard it all, and she could see that they were about to a fistfight if needed.     

"Whoa-whoa-whoa! You two, please, stop this bickering, or both of your companies would be kicked out. Pick your choice, either work together, or both of you leave!" Barked Rita sternly while standing straight, proud, and void of any emotion on her face.     

The two people in charge of their corresponding company speechlessly glanced at each other and withdrew. Once all was clear and composed, Rita went back to check the other area to make sure nothing was out of place.      

She cannot afford anything to go wrong. Her entire business is on the line, and she would succeed and become famous after this; she knows it and is over the moon thinking about it.     

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Meanwhile, at the resort entrance, Claudia, Megan, and President Tan were making a scene.      

The security would not let them in regardless of his relationship with the bride-to-be. They received an order from the wedding planner and from high above that...' There is no entry without invitation, and it does not matter if that person is the President of the Country.     

The head of the security was only following the order and enforcing it very strictly. Therefore, no matter how much President Tan bitched to persuade them to contact CEO Albert Tan, no one bothers to do so.     

"I am sorry, President Tan, but unless you have an invitation, we cannot let you in. So please, give way for the guest with invitations to enter. Thank you!" The head of the security politely asked them to move away.     

"No! I am not departing until you communicate with my cousin, CEO, Albert Tan. He is the bride's father, and I am her Uncle; why can't I enter and attend the wedding?" President Tan insisted; his voice was loud that another guest was murmuring and daring him from behind.     

"Excuse me, Mr. Whoever you are. You are delaying the whole process. Would you please make away if you do not have an invitation?     

Look there... It's indicated that if you do not have an invitation, you cannot enter. Can't you read?" Guests from behind him pointed toward the big screen in front of them with flashing neon signs that read, " No invitation, No Entry!"     

President Tan could not refute the guest from behind, what she was saying was the truth, and there was nothing he could do about it. Therefore, he has no option but to retreat and contact Ceo Albert Tan.     

Unfortunately, Albert was not available to take his call at all. He then tried to call Grandmother Tan, without success as well. "WTF." Was all he could utter, while Claudia and Megan, who was doing their best to be inconspicuous, were sweating like a maniac.     

The disguise that was in place on their faces was made of rubber, and with the heat of almost ninety-degree Fahrenheit, both were dying...     

"President Tan... Maybe we should leave first and come back later once you get an invitation card from the Tan family. The heat is killing me, and I am about to collapse." Megan pleadingly asked while constantly wiping sweat on her face.     

"That's right, father; I think it's best if we get out of here for now before I pass from the heat." Claudia also pleadingly complained to President Tan.     

Claudia, who is continuously wiping the perspiration from her appearance, did not realize what was transpiring. Then, some of the disguises started to peel off from her face, and her true identity began to show...