The Weight of Us: A Billionaire Romance Story

York City. It was not just any company, it was a powerhouse, one that could make or destroy careers. I could not sleep on such an offer. I had waited for this day all summer

building screamed luxury. It was the definition of first class, its roof touching the skies. From just looki

othing close to the outfits I saw there. These people were looking for jobs just like me, but one could tell that they w

fast before stepping out of my house. The sterile office space, paired with the freezing air conditioning, only made my exhaustio

much for a corporate top. I kept rubbing my palms against each other to create some form of friction. The line was moving at such a slow pace and I was getting even mor

, but I answered as quickly as I could, moving to the room where the interview was taking place, not minding the heads that turned

the waiting room. A stern-looking interviewer, Mr. Harrington,

seat, Ms

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flipping through the files, as

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. This-doesn't quite align wi

l background, but I can assure you I

hortlist. This job was open for

disbelief and my sto

clerical error. You weren'

was holding on to this offer, I couldn't just l

part. I apologize for t

Please just let me try. Give me an ult

y determination decided to take h

throwing a random file in front of me. "I want t

, market trends, financial projections-all things I was never formally trained in. But

'm done for. Instead, I look for the basics-what industry is

secured a round of funding... pro

y figure

t the lawsuit changes everything. If they lose, it could wipe out their profits for years

enc

. He leans forward, glancing down at

you reach tha

d. I figured something had to be

inst the desk, considering me. T

nclair. Not

ning from her shoulders. I

lips together. He looked like he was weighing his options, torn between dismissing me o

door sw

sharp as a blade,

this interview is

tively-and felt

e doorway was

e man behind Sterling Capital Group, a billionaire before thirty-five, a ghost in the media but a legend in the

was a clerical mix-up. This candidate wasn't supposed to b

pressed. He hadn't even looked at me properly, ye

vousness. Who did he think he was? No-scratch that. I knew who he was. But tha

is throat. "She performe

me like I was some anomaly he couldn't quite place. He took a slow step fo

s your

chin. "Nor

his face at that-recognitio

you weren't me

rutiny. "I realize there was a mistake. But I als

t in his expression, but if it was there, he buri

as she mistakenl

hesitated. "Per

was applying for something more analytical, something where I could actuall

the job, she

nked.

ington seemed

ound the flaw in the investment file faster tha

thing about the way he said it-like I was just a minor

meeting his gaze head-on.

und my defiance mildly entertaining. "That

ened, but I

ake t

prove hi