Two Hearts; One Love: A Billionaire Legacy

I felt nervous as I stood in front of the imposing glass doors of the W&L Enterprise. My heart beat fast, and my hands felt sweaty. Today was the day I'd try to get a better job. I had heard about the company's exceptional reputation and its owners; the handsome billionaire brothers. I took a deep breath, and pushed the doors open. Inside, the surroundings looked very modern and classy.

"Good morning, ma" I greeted the receptionist with a friendly smile. "I'm here for a job interview."

The receptionist's eyes brightened as she looked up from her computer and returned the smile. "Sure. What's your name, please?" She asked, her tone friendly and welcoming.

I felt a sense of relief at the receptionist's warm conduct. "My name is Olivia Baker, ma" I replied, feeling more at ease as I tried to adjust my belt. My trousers seem worn-out and loosen.

"Please have a seat. My boss will be with you shortly," the receptionist said, smiling.

I nodded gratefully and took a seat at the comfortable waiting area. I took a deep breath, reminding myself of my qualifications for the job.

As I sat down on a colorful leather couch, I couldn't help but notice the vibrant energy that filled the office. Everywhere I looked, employees were engaged in conversations, and the air buzzed with creativity. I felt excited and full of anticipation, knowing that I belong in such a dynamic environment.

Moments later, the receptionist motioned for me to come with her. "Mr. Lucas is ready to see you now," she said.

I stood up, straightened my trousers, and made my way towards the elevator.

As the elevator doors opened, I hesitated for a moment outside the imposing doors of Lucas Anderson's office. I smoothed my shirt, straightened down my trousers, before knocking on the door.

"Knock.. knock..."

"Come in," a voice called from within the office, prompting me to step further into the office.

With confidence, I opened the door and stepped into the fancy office. I was greeted by the sight of Lucas, seated behind a massive desk made of dark wood, busy with papers.

"Good morning, sir," I said, smiling, trying to sound calm even though I felt nervous inside.

Lucas looked up, his eyes scanning me from head to toe, wondering what was making me smile. "Ah, you must be Olivia. What's making you blush? You can sit over there, until I need you."

I nodded gratefully in shock. "Why is he acting arrogantly? I haven't done anything wrong, why so harsh?" I asked myself, as I took a seat opposite him, my hands folded neatly on my lap.

"Now, what brings you to W&L Enterprise today?" He asked, his tone sounding businesslike and serious.

I straightened my posture, meeting his gaze with confidence. "I've heard wonderful things about this company, Mr. Lucas Anderson. I believe my skills and experience would be of value here. I'm eager to contribute in any way I can."

Laughing, "really?" He raised an eyebrow, curious. "And what skills, exactly, do you bring to the table?"

With a self-assured smile, I talked into a detailed description of myself, explaining my impressive academic achievements. As I spoke, he couldn't help but wonder about my guts in my first interview; impressed by my Intelligence.

"Well, Olivia, you certainly seem qualified on paper," He remarked, leaning back in his chair. "But as you know, we value more than just qualifications here at W&L Enterprises. We're looking for someone who can think outside the box, who isn't afraid to think differently."

Standing up from his seat, he leaned against his desk. "We're looking for someone who can bring fresh perspectives and innovative solutions to the table," he continued, his gaze steady on mine.

My eyes sparkled with determination. "I assure you, Mr. Lucas, I'm not scared of any challenge," I said confidently. "In fact, I do my best work when faced with them."

Shocked by my confidence, Lucas nodded, considering my words carefully. "Very well, Olivia. Consider yourself hired. Welcome to the team."

A rush of excitement flooded through me as I extended my hand across the desk, trying to secure the position with a firm handshake.

Hesitating, Lucas asked, "Why are you trying to shake my hands? You're here to work, and not to shake hands with your boss!" he spoke harshly.

"Thank you, Mr. Lucas. I won't let you and the company down," I said, my voice filled with determination, unbothered by Lucas' attitude.

"By the way, why didn't you use deodorant before coming?" he asked arrogantly.

Feeling embarrassed, I became speechless.

"Now you can't speak? Suddenly gone dumb?" he remarked, making me feel more embarrassed.

Stammering, I replied, "I apologize, sir. I used deodorant. The journey from my place to here was quite long, I think my sweat caused the odor," I tried to explain the situation, trying to alleviate the embarrassment.

"How do you intend to come to work early everyday?" he asked.

Stammering, I began "Um.. sir"

Before I could finish my sentence, he interrupted. "Actually, never mind. You can leave my office now and start work tomorrow," he ordered.

Feeling disheartened, I left his office, bidding goodbye to the receptionist on my way out of the company.

Walking down the street, my mind replayed the events from Lucas's office. I couldn't shake off the feeling of being spoken to with such words, wondering if he knew me before.

As I walked along the road, I kept thinking about what Lucas had said to me. It made me feel really bad. I couldn't understand why he had talked to me like that. It felt mean and made me feel small.

Suddenly, I heard a car beeping, but I didn't realize it was beeping at me. The sound kept going, but I was too lost in my thoughts to notice. I didn't realize I was walking in the middle of the road, and the driver wanted me to move out of the way.

The sound grew louder as the car got closer, but my mind was miles away. I was replaying the scene in Lucas's office over and over again, trying to make sense of his harsh words. "Why did he treat me like that? Did he know something about me that I didn't?" I questioned myself in my own thoughts.

All of a sudden, I heard a loud screech. I quickly looked back and saw a car turning sharply to avoid hitting me. It scared me, and I fell back onto the sidewalk, my heart beating fast.

"Stop the car!" The strange man commanded his driver, opening the car door and stepping out. He walked over to where I stood and asked, "Are you okay, my dear? Why were you standing in the middle of the road with your mind elsewhere?"

I blinked in surprise, still a bit shaken from the close encounter with the car. I looked up at the strange man who had approached me, grateful for his concern. "I... I'm fine," I stammered, "I guess I was just lost in thought." I offered him a small, appreciative smile, feeling relieved that someone had noticed my distress.

Bringing his hands together, he said, "it's fine. My name is William, and you?"

After a moment of hesitation, I replied, "my name is Oliver Baker."

Laughing, William responded, "Baker? Are you a baker or something?" He noticed I wasn't laughing at his jokes, he quickly stopped. "I apologize for laughing. You should focus on the road next time," he said, as he pleaded to leave, insisting he had somewhere important to be.

With a smile, I waved goodbye as he entered his car, which soon drove off. As I watched the vehicle fade into the distance, memories of home flooded my mind. I couldn't shake the thought of my uncle's mean wife awaiting my return.

Feeling a knot of worry in my stomach, I sighed and focused on the road ahead. I knew I had to face whatever awaited me at home, but I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

Struggling to find a cab, I decided to walk home instead. I was determined to make it home, even if it meant a long journey on foot.

After what felt like an eternity, I arrived home, my shirt clinging uncomfortably to my sweaty skin. I hadn't eaten anything before leaving because my uncle's wife had locked the kitchen door, and I didn't have time to exchange words with her as I was rushing to leave for my interview.

As I stepped inside, the aroma of home cooked food teased my senses, intensifying my hunger. Despite the exhaustion from the day's events, the thought of a good meal stimulated me on, fueling my determination to find a way into the kitchen.

"Oops, she's finally home!" Isabella exclaimed. As my uncle's only child, she was used to getting what she wanted and often displayed an air entitlement.

With an exaggerated roll of her eyes, Isabella added, "I was starting to wonder if you'd ever make it back home." She had a habit of using sarcasm, which was a common feature of her patronizing attitude towards others.