The Billionaire & I by Dami241

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ork rush hour traffic. My fingers gripped the rough leather of the passenge

iss!" He

the fifth or maybe fiftieth time since entering the taxi.

ounced as the vehicle came to a screec

he meter and handed him a twenty

t now. I was too late and thankful to be concerned about my financial strains. I half-heartedly watched as the cab sped off bef

d grew to be the corporate giant it now was decades later. It was owned by the Russian couple, Dieter an

other day of unsuccessful interviews and zero callbacks when I saw the mail congratulating me on my

inesses. Apple Inc. was just down the street. People of different ages and races moved about in their numbers while I stood frozen in the middle of the sidewalk. It was a miracle no one had bumped

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ntly engulfed me and I welcomed the temperature difference with a sigh. I'd been running since I woke up twenty minutes late this morning. Lookin

one of the ladies behind

ow may I help you today?" She sounded like a robot from a sci-fi movie

job about a month ago and received the email that I could sta

ment please?

epartment," I replied and she nodded t

I nodded. I took the time to observe my surroundings. Two ladies both in black pantsu

ew job, I thought about how my rent would be due soon. Then I remembered my new job and anticipated it even more. It was a depressing cycle

second I thought you w

ith a wide smile. I immediately remembered her as the lady who'd interv

issues," I explained and internally prayed my

then steered me in the direction of the elevators, "I've bee

ief instantly filled me. I cou

elevator before Mary and I, alongside other employees, were able to enter. Her phone rang but she pressed the button for the fourteenth floor and

knee-length skirt. I'd had this outfit ready sinc

fingers. The elevator stopped at the fourteenth floor and I bre

and ended the call then turned to me, "I'm sor

still had the job, I was good with anything. She