The Billionaire's Muse

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abysitting. If I’ve lived this long, survived a he

allow me to handle your health for life. Now, you’ve to follow my guid

to my instructions or following my orders. As a matter of fact, I came back to meet my security team tripled and when I confronted my head of security, he said that it was an instruct

losing their job. Do they think that I’ve changed or something as minor as this would slow me down? If I w

fornia and the world, building numerous companies that rake in roughly a billion dollars in a year after tax. When it comes to looks, I know that I’m a rare work

ially, I was told not to worry and that it wasn’t something to worry about. After a few medications and minor surgery, it should be gone.

or me, I was scheduled for a foll

y, that was how Grenada called me

that pitiful look,” I admonished her as I sat

ally bad one.” She h

ng. “Out with whatever it is already. It’s getting

The lump has grown worse, As it is, it has occupied eighty percent of your heart. It appea

t my personal doctor is. What do you mean by it seems? I don't pay you well fo

justing myself to get a better stand, I finally settled on the vacant chair close to me, trying as much as

she calls me by my name, it is always serio

problem, I want a solution. Lots of it. Ho

one, We need a heart transplant as

ender my guard defenseless. For what it’s worth, it could have taken some random person who was complaining about life. Or, better still, an ungrateful human trying to

hadn’t announced my own death to me. Looking all too comfortable and

e one ready to use? I me

ork that way. We need to put you on the waiting list. Moreover, it isn’t something

lem without a solutio

ng for a second. “We need to run a comprehensive test to find out what donor

wer. “Sorry, Mr. Pierce, we haven’t heard from the other hospitals yet. Sorry, Mr. Pierce, this one wasn’t a match. We are doing our

o years and three months, making me give up. I accepted my fate of dying young and q

es. I was the kind of guy who preferred scientific explanations to religious or spiri

dside table. Ignoring the furious buzzing of the phone, I dropped the glass of water I had in my hand and cursed. “Who the fuck is blo

t made me freeze. “Mr. Pierce, we’ve found a donor!” Grenada’

lly an end t