THE BILLIONAIRE'S LOVE

. It was their third brownout of the day, and Emma Graham felt like she was ready to murder someone as she strode into her office after being trapped in the stupid elevator for nearly thirty min

ne herself living anywhere else. The atmosphere, the restaurants, and the unending excitements... Even the mansion at the west sixty-seventh street that she nearly went bankrupt to buy

s breakthrough in her career. To some, she was lovable, kind and caring. To others, she could be a fierce opponent, if provoked. She has b

when Emma refused to marry him. He had left her to marry and have children , a fate Emma considered worse than death. She had always thought that New York was way civilized than most of the world, although she didn't mind staying in France if the need arises. But any other location was a no no for her. The real estate agent and her had kept in touch, she could even dare to call him a close friend. He had come before the business man

a drunkard just like her father had been, and the other was a drug addict. She never set her eyes on her father again after he left nor any relative, and only knew of his untimely deaths when she was sixteen years old. Then her mother died when she was in the university. In other words, Emma had no siblings, or any relative she knew of. She was on her own by the

anyways,she was always surrounded by workers who reported to her and she had loads of work to keep her mind occupied. She had a busy schedule and an extremely active social life, and she got to host friends once in a while. She had no time for matters of the heart a

s, and an oversized gold Gucci bag. Emma was very dazzling, and could be mistaken for a model instead. Although she wasn't quite young, but she was just as beautiful, even though her looks never meant anything to her.... She knew she had killer looks. She never emphasized on sex appeal, she was more interested on intellectuality and mind, both which shone through her ocean blue eyes. She was busy

before he retired due to his health. Between the scorching heat, the trouble in the elevator and no air-conditioning, she wasn't in the mood to meet with anyone at the moment... But she had no choice. He was the new head of the agency, and she also needed to talk to him about her ideas... She prayed he was as smart and thorough as his father. Despite the fact that the m

b at the Peterson's. He was as smart and as hardworking as she was, and she loved him for that. Brian was a graduate of the university of Sicily, just like herself, had a masters in cinematography from Yale, worked as an art director at his previous agency and finally landed at the Peterson's... And together they made a fantastic duo. He had been her right arm since she got promoted to creative director. He was

l handsome face and demeanor... Although she had a good guess how old he was. He was very flamboyant and as conservative as they came. She knew from some research and little gossips flying around that he was a widower, and just turned forty-two..plus he had an M.B.A from Ha