Tying the knot the Billionaires Obsession

"In the world of business, there is only one company that specializes in restructuring and stands out the most," Pheobe declared, her voice booming like a TV announcer, her hands gesturing dramatically as she sat in the sleek, modern lobby of APEX Ventures. "A-P-E-X Ventures," she spelled out, each letter punctuated by a flourish of her hand. "A for Ascendant, P for Pinnacle, E for Enterprises, and X for Xceptional."

Jojo watched, a grin spreading across her face, as Pheobe launched into the story of the company's origins, her eyes shining with enthusiasm. 

"APEX Ventures was created by a man known as the Hand of God," Pheobe said, her voice dropping to a whisper, as if sharing a secret. "And who is this man?" she asked, pausing for dramatic effect.

She leaned forward, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "They say he's a visionary, a mastermind who can turn any failing business into a goldmine. They say he's ruthless, cunning, and always one step ahead of the game." Pheobe's eyes sparkled with excitement as she spoke, her words painting a picture of a man shrouded in mystery and intrigue.

"He is none other than Gerald Sullivan," she said, a hint of pride in her voice. "Mr. Sullivan is the second son of the prestigious Kings Group. At the tender age of 22, he boldly left his father's company to forge his own path and founded APEX Ventures. Over time, he strategically expanded his portfolio by acquiring struggling companies across various industries, masterfully turning them around, and transforming them into thriving subsidiaries. This remarkable talent earned him the revered nickname 'Hand of God,' as any company he acquired would inevitably flourish, regardless of its previous state of bankruptcy or distress."

Pheobe's eyes sparkled as she continued, "By the age of 28, he had already become the youngest billionaire, a testament to his unparalleled business acumen. And as if fate had blessed him with an abundance of gifts, he also possessed chiseled good looks, a captivating physique, and a voice that could mesmerize any woman, leaving them utterly enchanted."

"Your boss is really cool," Jojo said, her eyes sparkling with admiration as she recalled the one time she watched his interview. "I once watched an interview where he spoke about his company, and I must say, he's not only intelligent and charismatic, but also incredibly good-looking, with a deep, husky voice that's simply captivating." She added, her voice filled with enthusiasm.

Pheobe let out a snort of laughter, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "If only his behavior was as good as his looks," she sighed, a hint of irony in her tone. "Do you know what we call him here?" she asked, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Jojo shook her head, her curiosity piqued. "No, what do you call him?" she asked, her voice eager to know the answer.

"Mr. Perfect," Pheobe whispered to Jojo, her voice barely audible, as if sharing a secret. "He believes he's perfect, and when someone makes a mistake, he'll say..." She mimicked Gerald's deep, husky voice, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "'YOU ARE OUT!'"

Jojo's eyes widened in shock. "Out? As in fired?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief.

Pheobe nodded solemnly, her expression serious. "Yes, fired. And that's not all. I haven't told you how he hates people standing very close to him, especially ladies. He has this...personal space thing, and if you get too close, he'll make you feel like you're invading his territory."

Jojo's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "So, how close is too close?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement.

Pheobe held up her hands, palms facing Jojo, as if warding her off. "Stay 10 meters away, no, 50 meters away, just to be careful. Trust me, you don't want to get too close to Mr. Perfect's personal bubble. He'll make you feel like you're suffocating him."

Jojo's eyes widened in disbelief as she shook her head, her ponytail swishing behind her. "Are you serious?" she asked, her voice laced with skepticism. "You're telling me that if someone annoys him, or if he simply doesn't like the way they look, they're out of a job?"

Pheobe nodded nonchalantly, her eyes fixed on her coffee cup as she took a sip. "Yes, that's right. He's very particular about who works for him. And if you don't meet his standards, you're gone."

Jojo's brow furrowed in confusion. "But if he's that problematic, why do you guys hire new workers every month? I mean, I see youngsters rushing to work for him every day."

Pheobe's hand jerked, causing her coffee cup to clatter against the table. "We hire new workers every month because he fires them at the end of every month," she said, her voice laced with a hint of frustration. "But people still apply to work for him because of the pay. It's...substantial, to say the least."

Jojo's eyes widened further, her mind racing with the implications. "So, you're saying that people are willing to put up with his behavior for a paycheck?"

Pheobe's expression turned sheepish, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I must admit, the pay is one thing that's keeping me here too," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's not ideal, but it's a job, and it pays well. And sometimes, that's all that matters."

Jojo let out a deep sigh, her eyes filled with concern. "My friend, how have you been able to survive your crazy boss?" she asked, her voice laced with empathy.

Pheobe chuckled, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Very easy, my friend. Stay very, very far away from him. I mean, don't even let him know you exist in the company." She shared her escape remedy, her voice laced with a hint of humor. "That's the only way you can survive and have peace of mind in this company for a very long time."

Jojo's eyes widened, her mind racing with the implications. 

"You should also avoid him when you see him," Pheobe warned, her expression turning serious. "Nothing good comes out of having an encounter with him." She cautioned her dear friend, who didn't work in the company but might one day cross paths with her psychopathic boss. Just then, her gaze fell on a small bandage on Jojo's forehead. "What happened to your head?" she asked, her brow furrowed in concern, pointing gently at the bandage.

"Ah," Jojo said, her fingers gently touching the bandaged spot on her forehead. "I got this while on set."

Pheobe let out a sigh, her expression a mix of frustration and concern. "Again? When will you stop playing double for Binnie?" she asked, her voice laced with worry. She had seen her dear friend suffer one injury after another, all for the sake of acting as a double for the popular actress.

But Jojo just laughed it off, a carefree smile spreading across her face. "My contract with Binnie is ending tomorrow," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "So, after tomorrow, I'll stop acting as a double for her and start being myself." She couldn't wait for tomorrow to come, eager to start a new phase of her life, free from the risks and injuries that came with being a double.

"Please do," Pheobe said, her eyes sparkling with encouragement. "It's about time you get your own fame," she added, picking up her now empty coffee cup. "Wait here, I'll go refill my cup." With that, she stood up and walked over to the coffee machine, leaving Jojo alone at the table.

Jojo watched her friend go, then pulled out her phone to check if she had any new messages. But instead of messages, she saw newly uploaded photos of Binnie, the actress she had been working as a double for. She sighed as she scrolled through the photos, feeling a mix of frustration and longing. Why was it that Binnie got all the fame and recognition, while she was just a behind-the-scenes double?