Twins for the billionaire

Daniel growled, "I can't believe you just did that." As Abigail turned to leave, she could still hear him. "I don't know who's more embarrassed—the girl or me." "How did I know she was listening to me?" Matt gave a throat clear. Besides, she shouldn't be surprised by it.

She is well aware that she has to reduce her weight. "Matt," cautioned Daniel. Your lack of tact and humility is blatantly offensive. Moreover, the female isn't even attractive. She smiles nicely and has light blue eyes. Abigail believed she was out of his sight when he paused and said, "Matt, when did you become such an asshole?" Matt gave his pal a shoulder clap.

"Daniel, I've always been a jerk. It's just too busy for you to notice it. "Seemingly." Abigail feigned, dropping something to let her hear the remainder of their talk. "Anyhow," Matt murmured. Have dinner with us? Rachel's parents make payment. "I'm just heading out," Daniel answered. Have fun tonight. Ensure Abigail receives my contact details. The moment he spoke her name, Abigail looked up. Matt called, "Will do," as Daniel turned to leave the bar.

A few tables before theirs, out of earshot, he gripped Abigail's elbow. "I took a risk on your behalf." Excuse me? Abigail released her elbow but remained motionless. With a shrug, Matt looked from her to their table and back again. "I'm repaying the favor—you introduced me to Rachel ." "I do not require your help." She hated his touch and shivered. You already do. Daniel doesn't usually think of people as friends.

He likely no longer sees many people because he doesn't trust them. If he is going to stay ahead of the game, he cannot slow down. Wall Street is a never-waiting environment. Not for multibillionaires, either. A multibillionaire, Daniel? Abigail fluttered. Is she getting herself into this? She went to get her purse and headed to the table. "Where do you believe you are headed?" Rachel got up. "There are topics we should talk about. My maid of honor is you. "You'll manage without me," Abigail took a trembling breath. "I'll take care of whatever you want of me. I'm sure I will. Before anyone could persuade her to stay, she quickly left.

She suspected Matt would fill her in, taking care to emphasize his significant contribution—that is, how he was attempting to land her a job. To avoid her parents finding out that she had stopped at a Chinese takeaway restaurant for some fried rice and crab Rangoon, she took an alternative route home. She grieved, her head resting on the driving wheel as she stood alone in the parking lot with an empty carton of food next to her, which had tasted good but had undoubtedly added five more pounds to her hips.

How could things have gone so bad? Although her family tended to make her seem like the biggest problem in the room, she was aware that she wasn't obese. She was aware that she needed to shed some pounds. When she was a freshman in college, she never lost the freshman fifteen, and with each passing year, a little bit more crept on. It wasn't necessary to flaunt it in her face. Abigail used a very thin serviette to blow her nose. More foolish tears spilled. Her lover, who was supposed to love her without conditions, noticed it as well and soon dumped her since she was "looking a little thick around the hips," which didn't help. Rachel was so ideal in all her bony splendor that he would never treat her like that.

Now, if she even got the job, Daniel would think she was pathetic. In any case, he would probably be a terrible boss to work for. She nearly laughed, snorting. Her ugly side had certain advantages, at least. She would never be so attractive that she would make him feel incredibly lustful when he was meant to be working. This was a job she needed. She had to start over someplace, which meant leaving her parents' basement. After wiping her face and hands with a clean napkin soaked in hand sanitizer, Abigail tucked the empty takeout boxes beneath her seat and drove out of the parking lot.

"Abigail," she said to herself in the rearview mirror. "Men are all the same. Like Rachel, you don't have to live with one. You're through. There is nothing left for you. She inhaled deeply. "Look for yourself." Two days later, Abigail received a call from Daniel. He said, "First, I'd like to apologize for how we met." After exchanging niceties. "I didn't mean to offend you or anyone else in any manner. I apologize to Matt for his actions. Abigail put her laptop down and sat up. "You're not obliged to apologize." She would not behave like the weak, insecure person Daniel probably believed her to be, even though she wanted this job. "Matt's actions are not your fault. He is, uh, Matt. Daniel stated brusquely, "He's an asshole." "I hope we can proceed and that you won't take offense when I extend an invitation to interview tomorrow at two. Matt is unrelated to the interview. Your resume is excellent and perfectly suited for this role. It's not the only item that would be perfect for this job. You require an ugly person. With a scowl, Abigail considered the money she would earn. It's okay for you to leave the basement. She sounded professional and unconcerned as she answered, "All right." "It should work tomorrow. Where are you interested in meeting? "In my workspace. Daniel said, "I'm sending you the address and directions via email right now. I'm grateful, Ms. Connors. I'll talk to you then. "I'll see you at two tomorrow." She hung up as soon as her email alerted her to a fresh message from Daniel. His promptness made her grin, and she opened the email. The job description and benefits were included with the directions and address. When she realized the biggest perk—a two-bedroom flat three blocks from Daniel's office and a salary double what she had made at her previous job—she smiled. She was determined not to let this job slide through her hands. Abigail arrived at Daniel's office fifteen minutes early the next afternoon. She wore a brand-new suit that didn't look great, but she still thought it looked decent. Her golden curls were tightly coiled in a modest bun that she had styled. She gave in to the temptation of applying a hint of color to her lips and a little makeup to cover up the dark circles under her eyes. Just enough to keep it subtle but enough to give her a reasonably respectable appearance. She had looked like hell when she had woken up the previous morning, having slept scarcely at all the night before. Most of the damage would only be concealed by a few fabricated repairs. She wasn't overly concerned. Daniel Davis needed someone effective, not a lovely lady. Abigail is capable of that. Mr. Davis will see you shortly," the slender secretary informed her. Abigail sat in a chair in the waiting room and took in the spotless office complex. Compared to the previous one she had worked in, it was much grander. White and black marble was used for the floors and ceilings, and stunning classical and modern artworks provided pops of color to the walls. It must have cost a fortune all in. Did Daniel own all of this? He must be well wealthy, she had previously surmised, but this was positively lavish. Realizing that she had no idea what Daniel did or where he stood in the firm caused her mouth to dry. It was her duty to complete her schoolwork. Fool! Her phone rang, cutting her thoughts short. At the sound, she leaped and pulled it from her purse. Hersing, "Rachel, not now." "I'll finish this quickly," her sister remarked. "Have you distributed the invites yet?" "Not yet; the envelopes are still in transit. I believe you stated that the guest list is still being finalized. Abigail complained. "Remember that last week, you were going to help me with that? You can't imagine how stressful this whole wedding thing is. I have to— With one dark eyebrow arched in a way that could evoke both dread and swooning at once, Daniel materialized in his office doorway. With his pricey work suit pulled up by his arms and a pair of gold cufflinks shown, he leaned against the doorframe. Abigail was clueless as to how long he had been there. "I must go, Rachel ." Abigail stabbed at the end button, hoping to stop her sister's sore, whiny voice from reverberating through the waiting room's windows. Instead of hitting the end, she hit the speaker. Rachel's voice could be heard clearly: "You're so inept! All I have to do now is take care of— Abigail could stop before her sister could finish. With a flaming face, Abigail stuffed her phone into her handbag and turned to face Daniel. She lacked the confidence to look him in the eye. "I apologize, Mr. Davis," she said. "My sister is going through a midday meltdown." "Seems like nothing serious if you can end the call with her to conduct an interview." Abigail's face becomes redder, making it harder to maintain a neutral appearance. She said, "It was resolved quickly." She forced a hard lip squeezed against her need to smile, keeping her mouth from rolling up at the coppers. "I appreciate you taking the time to speak with me today." He bowed his head and motioned for her to come into the office. "As I mentioned over the phone yesterday, your resume was quite strong." Abigail entered and took a stiff seat in the chair in front of the enormous mahogany desk that was well-organized. Thus, this was the way things would be moving forward. Apart from their casual phone conversation and meeting, it was evident that Daniel wanted to keep professional dealings completely official. Abigail was okay with that. She would rather stay out of the way. "Should we tackle it then?" Daniel sat behind his enormous desk in an excessively large chair, even for his large stature. His hands were clasped around a leather folder. Why ought I to employ you? Because I have an amazing work ethic, Abigail remarked, and I don't want to live in my parents' basement. "I'm efficient, I don't mind working overtime, I don't fear hard work, and I'm overqualified for this position." Was that a smile? She blinked, turning her attention to her credentials. "I'm extremely good at managing my time and multitasking, both yours and mine." "Most time management courses claim that multitasking leads to inefficiency and excessively long, low-quality work." He didn't even blink. She didn't either. "Those folks aren't doing it right." He gave an eyebrow lift. "You fail to say." He shifted and took off his suit jacket button. What makes you say that? "The secret is to avoid doing two tasks at once," Abigail remarked, her thoughts racing with the explanation she wished to give him. To complete one while awaiting the other is the goal. For example, as my computer updates, I can take calls or arrange my materials according to my timetable for that day. You must instantly shift your attention from one task to another for this to operate. "What happens if I answer the phone first?" Excuse me? "What would happen if you decided to update your computer while waiting for the phone to ring?" She gazed at him. You respond to it. The PC is self-updating. When it's finished, you only have to click "ok." Was this a trick question of some kind? "Interesting," Daniel murmured, his expression and body language remaining enigmatic. "Ms. Connors, tell me about the crisis your sister was going through."