One Weekend with the Billionaire

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, I was the youngest CEO in the history of our company, which my great-great-grandfather started over a hundred years ago, but my degrees in finance and business from major universiti

hy I hat

ce. Jeff Thompson, Vice-President of Finance for our largest branch. How he came to be a VP, I am not sure. In the two years that he

ding off to the side of the crowd, next to a stunning woman in a long red gown. She was probably the most beautif

e didn't want to be with him. I wanted to go to her then, to see if there was a way I could make her more comfortable, as the host, of course. But I was

no pictures in his office that would clue me in as to whether or not the gorgeous woman with the caramel colored hair and the olive skin, with bright g

o get my hands on this huge account for many years. I checked in on it yesterday to find it was about to slip through Thomspon's fingers. Luckily, I was able to rearrange my schedule to work on the account mys

I know how much this job means to him, and

Thompson to bring his wife along. She has reported he'd arched an eyebrow when she'd delivered the message, but he'd nodded and reached for his phone. Cindy didn't question what I was up to. One of the reasons s

ng if I did a search on his work computer, I'd have enough proof to fire him over just that. But I don't ask for the search. Not yet. He does very little work throughout the day while I

nd I am all about handing

ng to bargain with me. Then,

lling, he might have a chance to save his job. Otherwise, Jeff Thompson will be packing up his items

or the celebration. I have watched Thompson do next to nothing all day, and I am seething as I grab my jacket and

car," I say as I h

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ing tonight?

hs. It is a running joke between us that it isn't fair that I expect women to wear nice gowns to my get-

atter how many times I tell her she doesn

dy. Thank you for y

hard. That's how Cindy sees it. She works hard so that she can be rewarded and help the company. My eyes travel to Thomps

begins to type on his computer, looking at me from time to time. I continue to stare at him, hoping he understands t