My Unwanted Billionaire

cil skirt, a white blouse, and black stiletto heels instead of the usual jeans and T-shirt I

ctions to my supervisor’s office. I can’t believe I am going to be workin

that?” I ask the pretty lady at the front desk. She’s a beauti

you, so I did,” she says, st

loud?” I exclaim,

Crawford Wine Company. My name

his because the person who helped me get the job told me. I don’t know much

y appointed secretary to Mr. Craw

a new secretary. Can you wait a m

get the job? Why would the older Mr. Crawford tell me I got the job if I didn't? I’m ho

to the twentieth floor. Once you get there, you’ll

ed I didn’t get the job. The older Mr. Crawford told me he really had to convince his grandson, Jason,

as me, but hers is styled in a short bob while mine is in a ponytail. She looks older than me, maybe in her early thirties. I’m guessing she should be around the ages of

. Crawford’s secretary. I’ll be helping yo

I thought I was hired to be his secretary?” I ask, confused. Th

rd’s secretary. You’re anything

telling me. That isn’t what Carson Mr. Cr

told you, but that’s what’s happenin

e explain what

meeting. Once it’s over, the CEO

ou. How long will

now. An ho

ve someone else who can help me?” I shouldn’t

So it’s either you wait or say goo

kay, I’

t his grandson’s office and that I’d be his grandson’s new secretary, so I don’t unde

ervous. This is the first time I’m going to see him in person. I’ve seen tons of pictures Carson sh

nside. I say a little prayer, then

50s who got a bad dye job but still looks young. Carson told me his grandson is 37, so I know he’s not as old as his hair implies. Once I’m in front of his desk, I can see his face. His eyebrows are full, black, and sh

the younger Mr. Crawford says, gestur

interior of his office. The walls are painted white except for

ng a seat on one of the white

a document in front of me. “This is a contract stating you’ll leave my grandfat

so excited to start working, but everyone’s telling me I don’t have a job

sulted. I don’t bother picking up the document to read it

you want. And I’m

ney. But I want

er. I don’t believe you’d prefer a job to s

dfather. He knows I’d never betray

me, Miss Brown. Why don’t you check the contrac

w much you’re offering, I won’t take

ok before you sa

know how much money you think is enough for me

lars isn’t enough to make you leave my

rrectly. Who pays someone a million dollar

million dollars if you sign this contract statin

to be friends with his grandfather? The man is

my friend is insulting to me as a person. I won’t lie; I want the money. But I’d feel cheap i

Miss Brown?” he asks,

still won’t accept your offer. I

l me how much more you want, and I’ll have m

, I don’t wan

u want?” he asks

t’s what I want,”

e; I don’t b

iends with him for his money. I didn’t even know he had money until he got me a job. I’d like to work at the com

But, since grandpa wants you working here, I have

ng. I was starting to get scared

’m not the one who

randfather told me I was going to be your secretary, but I

’s co

a secretary, what a

personal

assistant did the same

o, but not i

I going to

at the office,” he says,

me something outside my field of expertise. Not that running errands has anything to do

can leave. Vivienne will

g me to work here,” I s

won’t be here long,” he

I ask, c

g, Miss

s how my first day started. Even though Mr. Crawford allowed me to