The Billionaire and His PA

Cool air blasted from the air conditioning system. People of all ages sat along the long oak table with laptops, papers, and

at it was his stepfather, Luther Hart, that had made the thinly veiled sarcastic comment. For a man nearing fifty, Luther Hart was relatively attractive – a product of multiple diets and plastic surgeries. Standing at five feet eleven inches, he was just an inch shy of being six feet but he looked a bit shorter than that as he had a slight stoop. His whitening hair which had been dyed to its former black color had already begun to recede. Like the other people in the room, he was dressed corporately. An expensive custom-made suit, golden Rolex, and high-tech laptop served as a testament to his wealth. His shifty brown eyes and semi-permanent scowl made him look villainous. His latest round of facial Botox injections had made him incapable of making any sudden facial expressions. It took everything for him not to tell Luther to go and fuck himself. Luther was the only one in the company that could talk to him like that without fear of losing his job and becoming unemployed. When Felix's mother, Bethany, had discovered that her father had decided to not only pass down the company to Felix instead of her but also state in his will that under no circumstances was Bethany to be ever allowed a position in the company, she had been livid and had then retaliated by insisting that her husband have a spot in the company. It had been a serious case that made national headlines even though the matter hadn't made it to court as Bethany had so often threatened that it would. Ever a greedy piece of money-grabbing shit, Luther had been ecstatic to have a position in the company even though he knew nothing about technology and his last job had been as a yoga instructor which was how he and Bethany had met all those years ago. Luther's joy, ho