The Billionaire's Silent Rose

on's

paper it was printed on. With my fingers sha

cate the premises." The fact that my three jobs in two months had fallen apart like dust and that I had

ed from crying. Not in this place. Not with strangers around. The prominent headline of a job posting, "S

. I couldn't afford to

life, their tender embraces, and their tragic deaths in that catastrophe. Then came the betrayer, my

ng the paper firmly. "This must be su

of this hole. I was resolved to prove myself to Ha

ted the overcast sky, towering above me like a glass monster.

of place in my used blazer when the re

I'm here for the s

evator. 'Head up to the next f

uld a person of Thomas Harrington's stature

open. The air smelled like coffee and leather, and the floor-to-ceiling windows provided a

iercing grey eyes, a sharp jawline, and an

had a steely edge

ching my portfolio

chair across from

breathing as he quickly read my resum

ed, "Your work history is... colourful." In two

throat was drying up. "Uncontrollable ci

"Interesting word choice. Why do

it." I mean, I think I can benefit your busine

ed, nearly into

se days." Excellent. I'll give you

ked. "You mean t

e aware that I expect excelle

zed the first day. I was on the verge of passing out by the time the clock s

Miss Peterso

ide. The fading light outlined his

ck, he remarked, "

k you

clerical abilities weren't the only reason

owled. "I... I

ed a

ap, the words li

t I must have mishea

a firm voice. "There is a con

gazed at hi

t response. "I also need someone that I c

d rage heated my cheeks. "I a

now that this is a life-or-death situ

or life? What was the

an? With a stronger tone

h a commanding and c

If you agree, I'll explain everything." "You have a d

ishness. But his comments stuck in my head

t? And would I make it throu