The billionaire's Torment

o

. My neck worked overtime as l studied my environment. Downtown Bluewaters was clea

acks, whites, brown, any colour you know, Bluewaters

he street wore costly clothes, shoes and accessories. I felt naked in my w

ttle filled with iced water from home. l could not afford to pay for the taxi and b

ilding. If l failed to get the job

nsplant. We could not afford the surgery. Our family was dirt

e out. I was a medical student who just finished her studies to becom

n daughter and mother. At the moment, her whereabouts were a myster

oked at the tallest building in town. At the top, the words Ratliff Airlines Group were wri

d me as l made my way tow

s, where ar

and halted i

ffice, l have an

floor 29.

t behind the receptionist, the other on the far right. There were about a doz

eceptionist, she swivell

that elevator, pleas

levator was clear. I pressed number 29 and waited, then l h

e down. The elevator door opened. As i stepped forward, a hand roughly pulled

the wall, the pain paralyzed my legs.They slid out

. My eyes followed the long legs, a black tight skirt met my

u not to use that elevator? Now you have poured water

a tall man who swatted his hand away. The tall man 's face was familiar. What did l do to myself? This was M

g that wretch

his way. He hefted me off my feet. My spine screamed in protest. Maxwell Ratliff's bad reputation made me plant my

e met the blackest, madd

permission to u

"I didn't know it was

iously heard me because the nex

s. My granny, even my dead beat mother, never beat me. Humiliation and anger gripped my gut. I g

off like l was a chicken," ta

outside," miss, these people are not like us, they value their

rank gave me his handkerchief to wipe my face. I wiped my

ve to slap me? It's not like

Miss, where w

for an interview only t

the letter, let me see if l can di

pocket. " Oh

will get it, just hand ov

r from my pocket a

you mixed the buildings, you are suppos

left side. I felt stupid, l would r

brought it back a few minutes later, " it'

." My phone

ignments to job hunting. I cursed t

on my aching back. I pushed the gate, a hu

black, against the white backdrop. Oh my god, but I for

cool air from the fan caressed my face. Waitresses an

ss busy," hello, can you direct me

thumb over his shoulde

e expensive woo

me i

eautiful face with a wide smile, gr

interviewee, Nora Reidy.

mising, a kind bos

air," sit down and te

rything in me. Nobody wanted to n

here to be

hood to date. She listened with rapt attention, her chin in her

got th

ot? A knock landed on the door and before Mrs Rat