My Unwanted Billionaire

ved on our floor and passed my desk, but he ignored me. Once he arrived, he immediately asked to see me. He ha

ot blind,” he says, keeping his ey

,” I say, hoping I

know everything about him, and when I say everything, I mean everything,

him. The whole week I spent working for him, he never a

o Moretti’s in the world. How will I k

ed that mouth of yours, you’d know I didn’t ask you to

ome information about him. It’s my fault I didn’t think to open the file first, but i

lf. I want the report on h

e, sir. Would

ntract similar to this one,”

have everything r

now l

just as I am about to tu

you work here, but trust me, it won’t be for long. I’ll find a way to make him se

. So I turn the doorknob and leave his office. I don’t think anything I say at this

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contract and had research on Umberto Moretti. I’m about to stand up from m

o Moretti. The contract I drafted was for Umberto Moretti, a ranch owner Mr. Crawford plans to buy lands from in Italy to increase his vineyard. Mr. Crawford ha

cument. I expect him to collect the files from my hand or ask me to take them to

ys, confusing me. Why is he saying I don’t understand English and

nderstand what

. I asked you if you were ready, not if the

blame me. Why would he ask me if I was ready?

you und

t why are you askin

ou’re comi

ith you?

ou to research Mr. More

answer is correct, but I

dumber than

constantly calling me dumb. Just because I d

I hope that brain of yours knows how to remember things, because if it doesn’t, so he

th everything I think I’ll need for the meeting. Why didn’t he tell me earlier that I was g

now which one is his car. I try looking for the most expensive vehicle; since he’s the CEO my guess is he’ll have the most expensive car. Unfortunately, almost every car here looks the same to me. I

I give you two minutes to meet me dow

parking lot, but

lot? Get to the entrance of the bu

How can you turn

tly, sir,” I say, h

d quickly walk to the entrance of the building

sir,” I say onc

eginning to hate that word because of you. Now

outh. I enter the passenger’s seat while he sits behind. I can only imagine wha

ouse restaurant,” he

driver, with a frien

re quietly,” Mr. Crawford sa

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nto the restaurant with me following behind him. We’re taken to a private room in the rest

Crawford says as he takes his seat. I stand because I don’t know if I should

st got here myself,” he says

. He harshly pulls me down so my ear is on the same level as his mouth. “The documents for the meeting,” he says, gr

you go, sir,” I say, handing him the documents. When they’re in front of him, he releases

e meeting, Mr. Mor

to me?” I ask, wanting to be sure

sked why you ref

it would be proper

o the seat beside Mr. Crawford. I look at Mr. Crawford to see if it’s alri

ond my ass touches the chair, I see my death before my eyes. The blazing glare in Mr. Crawford’s eyes is making me want to pee my pants. I don’t understand why he