A Year With The Billionaire

Isabella's POV

Biting my lower lips softly and watching the image of my boss on my laptop and other details about him, I twirl my chair around my little office with a sigh of frustration.

As much as I want to give Juliet's advice a try, I am damn scared.

Scared of my boss.

Scared of what he would think of me.

Scared that he would insult me again today like he did yesterday when he scolded me for being clumsy.

But I need to give it a try. I need his help. I want my grandmother to live, I want her to witness my white wedding and see me have kids who will keep her company while I am at work.

If I don't talk to my boss about the supposed help that I need, how can I make sure that grandma survives? Where will I get the money the doctor requested of us? Will grandma still be alive when I am eventually married four or five years from now?

I close my eyes, twirling my black straight hair and murmuring to myself in remembrance of the hot guy I met at the club Juliet and I went to last week. I thought I had eventually succeeded in landing myself a rich hot boyfriend until he asked me to give him a blowjob in the club.

Gosh! I was so embarrassed.

I thought that was all and I was excited about having my first sex but when he told me about how he enjoys sex, I knew I had to escape.

He is a fucking sex maniac and he derives pleasure from beating a woman.

The ringing sound of the intercom jerks me out of my reverie. I twirl the swivel chair back and grab the intercom with a tone of professionalism.

With Jayden Alex Russell as my boss, I have learned to push back all my problems out of my mind whenever work is at hand. 

He hates unprofessionalism.

He hates clumsy employees and sometimes, I used to wonder why I haven't been sacked yet.

"Ms. Romano", his deep husky voice booms into the intercom, making me self-conscious of what I have been thinking.

"Yes, sir", I sit upright and listen with rapt attention. I won't want to miss anything.

"Come to my office now", he instructs sharply. 

Before I can reply, he drops the phone and I do the same, taking in sharp breaths to calm my nerves and make me summon up the courage to bring up my problems when I am eventually inside his office.

I just hope he is in a good mood. I will put Juliet's advice to good use today and that will determine the next line of action. If he doesn't help me, then I will have no choice but to go look for Frederick Alberto, the man who derives pleasure from hurting a woman.

I exit my office, striding at a fast pace towards my boss's office. I had gone to serve his coffee an hour ago and he didn't even spare me a glance. 

I wonder why he is requesting my presence now. He always tells me all that I need to do on the phone unless it is important.

I knock softly on the door, waiting with my heart thumping hard. 

He echoes a "Yes" and I go in.

I see him writing on a plain sheet of paper and his laptop is open in front of him. He looks busy. I know him to be someone who doesn't like to be disturbed when busy. 

What does he want?

"I'm here, sir", I tell him, making him raise his head to look at me.

"Sit!" He commands and I flop to the chair opposite his large desk filled with numerous paperwork.

"Adrian Peterson has sent an email and you didn't inform me about it", he stares at me deeply with a harsh glare.

I swallow a lump, scolding myself mentally for wasting my time looking at his information on the internet instead of starting work. I have missed the emails.

"I checked the mails before leaving work on Saturday, I guess it just came in this morning", I reply with my hands shaking on my laps. They are sweaty as a result of my nervousness.

He doesn't look convinced. "Haven't you been in your office?"

"I have."

"What have you been doing, then?" He asks calmly.

I am surprised he isn't shouting at me today like the rest of the days.

Is this a good sign? Should I go on with letting him know about my problems?