Beauty and the billionaire

t of the company, I wait

be mine. In fact, it is almost as good as mine. I look at the huge glass and steel facade

iately assault me, mics were thrust all around me and camera lights went off with staggering speed. Usually, this was the position my

t walking up the staircase as my guards and Gerald shield me from the press. When we get into my office, I step

to me and I turn around to see that it is my secretary, Juliet, who is standing there with a tablet in the crook

to wonder if she is the one who can possibly be used for an ar

ny more complicated than it has to be. I can't go around thinking that every woman will be t

ouple of months must have been difficult for you," she says to me, her eyes truly compassi

s how broken my grandfather's death made me. I stoppe

or your concern. Is there anything

ing but there is a meeting with the board by ten thirty thi

k to my desk to sit down and get the feel back into me,

as always mattered to them and that is if the company is safe, and the way I see it, it hasn't been safer. I will show them a few of my plans movin

this. We want to use someone with a bit of guile in them. Juliet is a good person and a very efficient secretary but the complexity of emotions require

," I say and he shrugs again. I look at my watch. "I think I ha

difficult to focus. I know that what I'm doing is just first

s and I believe that the only reason they have not done that yet is because they

ave to know that his own family could probably be plotting against

nyone there I can trust. Yes, there are a few whom I can speak to,

ing through them and drafting plans on how to take the company forward. I realize that now th

avorite thing to do but my grandfather used to do it a lot. There's a room in

lance between work and family. He did his best to spend Sundays grilling barbecue for family. On such days, nothing else mattered to him except his family. He didn't take any work calls or respond to any quest

misunderstanding or hurt the entire family knows of is the one which couldn't be hidden: Aunt Linda. Gramma never forgave him for that. She believed that he not only desecrated their marriage and hi

family. She's always been like the outcast, one who is suspected when things go south. It must be hard on her b

randfather. Gramma was livid. Her first thoughts were that someone Granddad was seeing had come to the house. Aunt Linda was about twenty-three at the time. I stood at a fair distance, watching the display. After a few minutes

"Who are you and what are you talking about?" Granddad asked in his usual thick and deep voice. I didn't hear what she s

ou'll talk to me respectfully. I'm not my mom who you tossed aside. If you don't do right by me, I'll tell the entire

s never aware of that affair. He wanted to keep it that way until things went south. "Anna..." "Don't call my name!" she screamed, pointing a finger at him. "You! You've ruined my life. You've ruined everything. You've brought a demon into our home. This snake..." "Again, watch your tone when y

thorn in Gramma's flesh, one which can never be taken out. For the first few years, Gramma deteriorated. She lost t

o stake a claim in the family and on the property. Perhaps that was it. Perhaps she just wanted a father in he

clear my mind. It has always been one of those things I did and still do to clear my head when the pressure becomes too much. The Salvadore Art Gallery is a massive affair

cinated me. I get lost in thoughts when I walk into an art gallery. The paintings on the walls takes me to a different world I'

ld. I start to look at it when I run into someone a

ent, I feel drawn to her, but before I can shake it off, her eyes peel