My Unwanted Billionaire
ved on our floor and passed my desk, but he ignored me. Once he arrived, he immediately asked to see me. He ha
ot blind," he says, keeping his ey
," I say, hoping I
know everything about him, and when I say everything, I mean everything,
him. The whole week I spent working for him, he never a
o Moretti's in the world. How will I k
ed that mouth of yours, you'd know I didn't ask you to
ome information about him. It's my fault I didn't think to open the file first, but i
lf. I want the report on h
e, sir. Would
ntract similar to this one,"
have everything r
now l
just as I am about to tu
you work here, but trust me, it won't be for long. I'll find a way to make him se
. So I turn the doorknob and leave his office. I don't think anything I say at this
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contract and had research on Umberto Moretti. I'm about to stand up from m
o Moretti. The contract I drafted was for Umberto Moretti, a ranch owner Mr. Crawford plans to buy lands from in Italy to increase his vineyard. Mr. Crawford ha
cument. I expect him to collect the files from my hand or ask me to take them to
ys, confusing me. Why is he saying I don't understand English and
nderstand what
. I asked you if you were ready, not if the
blame me. Why would he ask me if I was ready?
you und
t why are you askin
ou're comi
ith you?
ou to research Mr. More
answer is correct, but I
dumber than
constantly calling me dumb. Just because I d
I hope that brain of yours knows how to remember things, because if it doesn't, so he
th everything I think I'll need for the meeting. Why didn't he tell me earlier that I was g
now which one is his car. I try looking for the most expensive vehicle; since he's the CEO my guess is he'll have the most expensive car. Unfortunately, almost every car here looks the same to me. I
I give you two minutes to meet me dow
parking lot, but
lot? Get to the entrance of the bu
How can you turn
tly, sir," I say, h
d quickly walk to the entrance of the building
sir," I say onc
eginning to hate that word because of you. Now
outh. I enter the passenger's seat while he sits behind. I can only imagine wha
ouse restaurant," he
driver, with a frien
re quietly," Mr. Crawford sa
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nto the restaurant with me following behind him. We're taken to a private room in the rest
Crawford says as he takes his seat. I stand because I don't know if I should
st got here myself," he says
. He harshly pulls me down so my ear is on the same level as his mouth. "The documents for the meeting," he says, gr
you go, sir," I say, handing him the documents. When they're in front of him, he releases
e meeting, Mr. Mor
to me?" I ask, wanting to be sure
sked why you ref
it would be proper
o the seat beside Mr. Crawford. I look at Mr. Crawford to see if it's alri
ond my ass touches the chair, I see my death before my eyes. The blazing glare in Mr. Crawford's eyes is making me want to pee my pants. I don't understand why he