The billionaire's groom

The sound of rain drizzling wakes me up, and I look at the time. I am thirty minutes early, it's still seven-thirty, I have to be at work by eight, so I lay there, on my bed, and stare at my almost empty apartment.

I am twenty-seven, and yet my life isn't as rosy as I imagined years ago when I left school.

Being one of those who had calculated life to be all merry after school, reality had gradually eaten away my delusion, and here I am at t-five still paying my student loan.

A job that helps me get by after paying bills and no mortgages, no wife, no kids, no vacations.

It can't get any bad than this, I tell myself. I stand up and work to the bathroom and shower. I come back out and put on a new suit, my only suit. I feel it's new because I took to my dry cleaner and he had cleaned it too well.

I look at myself in the mirror and try a smile, everything looks good except my eyes.

I look tired, too tired.

It's all Maria's fault my boss at AMT Internationals. She seemed to be sent from hell,

she is always yelling.

Walking out of my apartment building, I look up and notice the rain is getting fiercer by the minute. I turned to go back in to get an umbrella. I need one before I get a cab, and after.

Geeez! I have to walk back up! The thought hit me.

I was about to turn when I heard a voice call out to me.

Hey, do you need a lift?

I turn and look at Mercedes-Benz GLE 350 SUV staring at me. I walk up close, slowly, her face shines into my eyes. I can feel the rain slow down when she asks me, do you need a ride?

"Hell yeah, I need a ride, I need a ride in a ride", but I reply with a nod and pull open her door and escape from the rain.

"Where are you headed?"

"May street, AMT building."

"You work there?" she asked me.

"Yes, I do."

"So what do you do?"

I hesitate for a minute as her blue eyes peel me open.

I was silent thinking of all the stress my job gives me.

She hits the throttle and heads straight into traffic.

She says to ease the silence now looming over us,

"My name is Queenie Dale." I smile and say "Arnold, Arnold Shaw.

stretching my hand out. It was routine for me to do so after saying my name, so it happened as a reflex.

She stares at my hand and leaves a short smile that says "I can't shake you now".

Smiling, I put my hand by my side where it belong. and then I look out the window counting the rain drops on it.

She asks again, "what do you do Arnold?"

This time I just say it, "I help the big guys upstairs run analysis, just the paperwork". My eyes on her and then on the road.

"Okay," she answers, the traffic moves slowly, she puts on the stereo, and the beetles come on and she sang along with them.

I watched her, and all I could notice was her cleavage. My eyes would not stay with me after that moment, and the question pops into my head about sex. "When last did I have sex?

And now it occurred to me, like a revelation, that I am deprived.

"Are you married?" She asks, cutting my thoughts.

"What?

"I said are you married, Arnold?" she asked

"No, I am not married. I replied.

Okay, that is good. Let's have lunch then

I watched her with my mouth slightly open, wondering if I had heard her correctly.

Until she affirms again, I want to have lunch with you, Arnold, and then she parks the car and says we are here.

I say, "Okay." Not knowing which I was replying to. I drop down and hurry to my office building.

I enter the building, and Maria Caslov is on the ground floor waiting to yell, "You are late!

"I don't care," I say in my head, but I rush straight to the elevator and then press the button continuously. But the door doesn't close until Maria enters the elevator, like a conspiracy.

I stand there and think about my morning as the lift takes us to the fifth floor. she rants but I don't hear her.

When the elevator door open

I hurry to my desk and sort out the files piled on it. It's just nine o'clock.

the files here could pull a camel, a bit of an exaggeration. But that is how I feel right nocamel being drawn by files.

"Listen up, everyone; we have a new owner; I hear Maria Caslov," my immediate boss says.

AMT International has been bought by 'DALE Cooperation.'

Miss Queenie Dale is our new boss.

The second shocking news for today. I rush to the bathroom and wash my face.

My breath skipping, I say it out loud so it would make any sense, but it freaks me out the more.

'I just got asked out by my boss!

I calm myself down before returning to work, but curiosity gets the better of me, and I look her up online. She was everywhere, from buying businesses to real estate and philanthropy.

Just everywhere, you pick your poison and paint a picture.

"Arnold, the boss wants to see you?"

I look up, and Maria smiles at me. Maria never smiles at me.

I stand slowly, sweat covering my whole body as I walk to the elevator and press the 13th number, the last.

I go upstairs and straight to her office and knock.

"Come in," I hear her sweet voice call to me.

I enter and stand a little distance from her large oak table.

Waiting for her to finish what she was doing, I looked around and admired the office, how spacious it was, and how beautiful it was too.

"Did you consider my offer?"

"Yes, Miss Dale." without a second thought.

"Call me Queenie," she says and stands up with a warm smile. Come, she motions to me, and there it was, a table set for lunch.