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The Billionaires

Khanyi Mathayi

The Billionaires

After spending thirteen years abroad, MJ Billings, the twenty-eight-year old multibillionaire and CEO of Billings Corporations; is forced to return to her birthplace; a place she would rather forget. MJ's return is every bit displeasing as it sounds. Under an alias, May Smith, she is forced to work as a PA and serve a man she had hoped to never cross paths with again.

One misunderstanding leads MJ Billings and Logan Parker down the road of no return as they play dirty games that may result in the people around them getting hurt. Along the way, the two of them face their worst fears while unwittingly exposing their weaknesses. They keep pushing each other to the limits, and it soon becomes clear to them that the saying is true: "You can't keep two bulls in the same kraal."

When a lot of people get caught up in their web of lies, they attract both enemies and friends; and as time goes on, they cannot tell the difference between the two, which leads to the inevitable - betrayals, deceits, a near-death experience, tension, and more lies.

Those who know who MJ Billings really is, know that behind all the power and anonymity; lies the real devil. She may be charming to some and intimidating to others with her sardonic smile and devious smirk; but she is heartless and vengeful, and never does anything without a reason. MJ Billings is a ruthless dictator who knows no boundaries.

But what could be keeping her grounded in South Africa? How much more can she tolerate, and how long is it going to take before she finally snaps and unveils the devil in her?

"Revenge & Redemption " Book One

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Laughter and chattering filled the building as the workers moved about their workstations as if hit by a wave of eureka. Although the employees of Billings Corporation looked carefree, they were anything but and hopelessly aimed to impress their boss.

It was 7:15 a.m., exactly fifteen minutes into the workday, and their boss were still not at work. Most of the time, their boss was here before 7 a.m. to avoid running into any one of them; most of the employees did not even know whom they were serving, but they had been warned about the tyrant of a boss and how they had to be punctual because their boss hated tardiness. Another thing they had been warned about was noise; they were told that the boss hated noise, so they had to be as quiet as possible- something they never failed. They feared a force they had never met.

It was a shock when the entire building fell into silence.

It was as if the place had suddenly turned into a graveyard filled with dead silence. The silence was so deafening one could hear a single pin drop. Everything was quiet, the only thing that could be heard were her heels clicking against the white tiled floor.

She walked into the building with her head held high, her dark eyes burning anything and everything in her way. A designer suit consisting of a black pencil skirt, a white blouse, and a black jacket clung to her body, emphasizing her curves and tanned legs. Her long, shoulder-length, brown hair was tied up into a neat bun, further exposing her bronzed skin. She was holding a black briefcase that she probably brought to work every day and a brand-new expensive handbag that possibly summed up to three people's salaries in the building. She looked nothing like her age; she was short and looked like she was twenty. Nevertheless, her cold personality was what intimidated people.

MJ Billings, the twenty-eight-year-old CEO of Billings Corporations and one of the richest women in London and all around the world, was a mystery to many. She was a force that had taken the world by storm ten years ago when she started Billings Corporations at the young age of 18, along with her brother, Jorge Billings. Two years into the business and they already had twenty branches in different countries, and by the end of the third year, they had made a name for themselves, becoming multibillionaires. All these in the shadows for MJ Billings.

Some of the staff gave her curious glances. When they heard of MJ Billings, they thought it was a man, but one look at her explained it all; she was scarier than the MJ they had heard about. A group of interns that were standing in her way quickly stepped away as she marched towards the reception desk where the receptionist, Meryl Anderson, stood with glasses perched above her nose. “Good morning, Miss Billings.” She greeted with a warm smile on her face. However, her boss did not feel as chirpy as she was for a Monday morning.

“When Anita gets here, tell her to come to my office immediately.” MJ Billings ordered in an icy voice.

Meryl’s face turned white and she nodded eagerly before saying with a shaky voice, “Yes, Miss Billings.”

MJ gave a curt nod before she graciously walked towards her private elevator. She pressed the button to the last floor where her office was located. The elevator opened, and as soon as she entered and the doors closed, everyone let go of their baited breaths.

MJ arrived on the last floor and exited the elevator, only to be greeted by silence. She walked to her office and passed her secretary’s desk, which was currently empty. She narrowed her eyes at the empty space, wondering where her secretary, Beatrice Douglas, was. She shook her head and entered her office.

Her office was spacious and extravagant. A large aluminium glass separated her office from the reception desk outside her office, and another one stood at the opposite side, overlooking the business sector of London. The other two walls were not made of glass, they were normal walls painted in grey. On the left wall, behind the huge brown mahogany desk was a set of painting collections and her achievement certificates. Left of the desk stood a huge grey cabinet with multiple drawers, and on the right stood a glass-stand with more awards and certificates. Then at the centre of the office, right against the front glass wall stood a big white office couch with royal blue cushions. At the other end, opposite MJ's desk stood another cabinet with multiple drawers and another desk three times smaller, which belonged to her PA, Anita Simmons.

MJ walked to her own desk, placed her bag and briefcase on the desk before she walked around the desk and took off her jacket, which she neatly placed on top of the big Sienna chair. She sat down, took out her laptop from her briefcase, switched it on and started working.

She kept checking her gold watch, impatiently waiting for her PA to arrive. It was already 10 a.m., and according to the rules, she was supposed to arrive an hour or less before MJ, but she was still not here. MJ sighed and picked up her office phone, about to dial Meryl's number when a slim figure appeared outside her office wearing a simple knee-length blue dress.

The woman seemed oblivious to her boss's glare as she stood at the desk outside the office and continued with whatever conversation she was having on her phone. Anita Simmons was a twenty-five-year-old woman from Brazil who came to London seeking for a job, and somehow someway, she ended up in Billings Corporation as a PA to none other than MJ Billings and had been working for MJ for five years now. "Good morning, sorry I am late." She said cheerfully as she walked into the office. She placed her handbag on her desk and went to take a seat on one of the unoccupied chairs in front on MJ's desk. She placed her phone on the desk and a small envelope she held in her hand before she flipped her long brown hair and leaned back against her seat.

“Why are you late?” MJ asked without looking up.