Captivated by Mr. Billionaire

sly at the little w

woke up early this morning and sent away my driver to personally go to a b

that I barel

one of the employees had to walk up to me and offer to help me. It must've looked utterly ri

ce's floor. When I stepped out of the elevator, I was met with the usual

g in her glass office and typing away at her desk even th

ke my presence known as to not startle her,

r desk toward me. She nervously shuffled behind the door, keep

uldn't figure out what I had done wrong last night, but

apology for last night. I'll try to remember to keep my distance in the future, so I

pt out from behind the door and graciously accepted the bag. Holding it in

es wi

he had a lovely voice, one that was sweet but not in the sickeningly sweet

off from her doorway, diverting my eyes as I suddenly found it difficult to look straight at her. "Um... I'

ducked into my own office, ignoring the st

my office before dropping all my stuff on the table and slumping

mother's blind dates stalked me all the way to my office and sprawled herself acro

y life, I had never

my work to bring it up to where it is now. Sure I went on dates here and there as per my mother's and Sebasti

s. Belcalis?

ys ago and spent a total of

e I found her attr

eeing pretty

ear unnecessary thoughts. It

dn't look like she wanted to pounce me with every glance. I shivered at

esh air, something nice that reminded me that at

so no need to think

ptop open and threw myself into my new st

th ease as I burie

reputation in the business world, it could sometimes be

to have that list of invoices ready and on my desk by yeste

of the line, prattling about with s

ly spat it out, forgetting that it was the dis

or, making me whip my head around in annoyance, wondering wh

nd Ms. Belcalis standing outside my offic

o be going to that mee

er to give me one minute, to

nd listen to me well. I don't give a fuck about whatever story you concocted in your head, but I

e him made my head hurt, and it didn't help that I haven't had any good coffee the

forget the finalized contract for the architectural firm. I picked up my j

Belcalis, "We're meeting with th

dded q

still be out running errands, so I'll drive. Send

By the time we made it to the garage, Ms. Be

couldn't keep up with my large strides. I quickly apologized as I opened the door to my

City. I couldn't tell if she didn't like my driving or if she was just still scared of being near me, but sh

nuckles had already turned completely white. I glanced at her wo

de to side and looked like she was about to puke. Yet, she didn't say a single word

trying to step out of the elevator and pa

on, rather than relief, when s

eling unwell from the car ride. Please don't push yourself and get yourself a drink as you r

ly but eventually gave in

micro kitchen before walking to the conference roo

I pulled out the finalized contract and tossed it onto the tablet, marking the

s later, I still couldn

o be worrying about her so much. Yet, why was I sti

oat, "Um, Mr. Cordova. We don't have any more options left to

ay any attention to their presentation and

kyscraper would be good for implementing the open space and nature-aesc concept in the 7th design. Something to enhance my employee's

arted scribbling away on their tablets in an att

in search of anything else that may be useful, I found my eyes drawn to the back o

, a little less pale, as she made

e was already occupied,

xpression, she wa

red, "Are you feeling

rd by my uncharacteristic level of concern for an employee's wellbeing.

hest relaxed ever so

eam of employees looking up to me, there was only a sin