The Billionaire's Hidden Heirs
ediately know what he's aski
egin. "It happened on the ni
back to that night an
te empire, known for its luxury developments and h
ected in elite circles. His sharp instincts and relentless drive have made Blackwood Ventures a
So when I applied for an internship there, I'd
cially when I learned I'd be working d
olored hair, going blonde instead-first impressions mattered, after all. I als
en. He liked his coffee black-no sugar, no milk. He hated phone calls during office hours unless they were absolutely necessary. His
g perfumes or loud voices. He preferred emails over verbal reports and expected responses within minutes,
the warnings w
d been
ght smile, waiting for his arrival. My desk was positioned close en
he ar
ommanding
ned. But I quickly recovered, remembering he was my boss. I straigh
Blackwood. I'm Catali
d right past me withou
d there,
l did he thin
back into my seat. If this was how he want
t secretary, had said. He expected his co
to get it, and sprinted back, stopping just ou
rfect looking anything l
oothing my hair, and taking
imagined honey drizzled over warm maple syrup wou
h no clutter in sight. The walls displayed framed pictures of influential figures, ranging fro
you're done gawking," his voice cu
creeping up my neck as I s
toe in a slow, assessing sweep. I stood frozen under his ga
e, one brow slightly rai
and rushed forward, nearly
'm new here, and I mixed up the t
umsy explanation w
reds who applied for this internship because I believed you'd do a stell
y and unyielding, and my he
blonde hair, those piercing gray eyes
at voice
t even realized I was staring. It was the first time he'd said my name, and
" I managed
t door looking for me. You're not to let them in unless they're here fo
No one who wasn't here for prof
fectly
is computer, already typing, and
open the door when his
and Cat
with his smoldering g
sexy in that dress. The men in this place will not be able t
ntire world upside down, he simply retur
d in my head rent-f
t, the kind of women who looked like they belonged on his arm-I'd remember his wo
was a perfectionist, yes, but also the kind of boss who made sure I had my coffee when I got his
ainst the glass walls, he made sure I ate. He asked about my family, listene
. Helplessly, ridi
the safe side, among the women who c
l that