My Dream Companion is Mr. Billionaire

e. The nameplate gleamed under the harsh office lighting, a stark contrast to the nervous flutter in my stomach

resume and references, a small shield against the unknown. A wave o

pansive mahogany desk sat a man whose piercing gaze met mine head-on. There was a coldness to his eyes, a sharp intelligence

hand and offering a professional smile.

ting it aside with a dismissive gesture. "So, Ms. Serene," he began, his voice a low

intimidated. Squaring my shoulders, I met his gaze head-on. "I assure you, Mr. Rowan, my qualifications are more than suffici

arching for a hidden flaw. The silence stretched on, making me increasingly un

gesturing towards the overflowing in-tray besid

prepared, but for me, it was just another puzzle to solve, another challenge to conquer. "Organization is my fo

ps grudging respect – crossed his features befor

pages, a grin spread across my face. The salary and benefits were far more generous than I had anticipated. Madam

owed, a hint of suspicion replacing the initial neutrality. He leaned back in his

ced with a sharp edge. "This is a demanding job. It requires dedicat

more professional one. "I understand completely. The financial comp

constructed facade. Finally, he sighed, a sound of weary resignation. After he talked about all of the policy companies that I must know, how al

perhaps this arrangement can be permanent." Relief washed over me. The opportu

c. Paperwork overflowed everywhere, his schedule was a haphazard collection of scribbled notes, and his

nd filed the paperwork, color-coded his calendar with clear appointments and reminders, and pain

f satisfaction bloomed in my chest. The once-chaotic office had undergone a transformation. Mr. Rowan's

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to the whirlwind of organization I'd unleashed. Files were categorized and color-coded, his calendar a masterpiece of color-blocked scheduling, and his digital files t

with light brown hair stood framed in the doorway, a playful smile splitting his face. A pang of a

n, taking in his appearance with a practiced efficiency. He looked like a California surfer dude misplaced in

ughter lines crinkled at the corners of his hazel eyes, which sparkled with an undeniable mischief. There was somet

ou," I chirped, extending

r. Rowan in an inappropriately f

aimed, his smile widening as he grasped my hand. "I'

Mr. Rowan in an inappropriately familiar way? Before I could respond

ight pink. "My name is Joshua Gilmore, but you can just call me Josh.

e way his smile etched a sweet dimple in his cheek. A small part of me couldn't help but analyze his appearance.

atures into a polite mask. "My name is Evelyne Serene. Yo

that in front of Ash," he winked. "He'll kick my ass b

this Josh character. They shared the same sharp jawline and piercing hazel eyes, but Josh wore his

dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "Yo

felt off about it. But then again, the idea of observing Mr. Rowan in a more relaxed

le. "I can't. I'm already planning to g

e enigmatic aura he exuded was both captivating and intimidating. A part of me craved to unravel the man behind the sto

ning, "We can go to a restaurant that serves the best din

t a restaurant handpicked by his best friend, sparked a rebellious impulse within me. Could

with a mischievous glint in my eyes. The scent of his cologne, a clean citrus fragran

his neck. I couldn't help but let out a playful

rown marring my features. Internally, I hoped he wouldn't. The idea of

pression hardened slightly as his gaze landed on me and Josh standing in close pr

htening up and extending his hand

ly, his eyes lingering on me for a fraction of a second before meeti

Mr. Rowan's presence cast a shadow ove

tiful office," Josh offered, his voice strain

e been a smile. "Indeed," he replied, his e

he nervous flutter in my stomach. A moment of uncomfortable si

What brings you to my office?" "Just stopped by to say hi," Josh repl

ream celebration." A surprised look crossed Josh's face. "Ice cream celebratio

all day, and she was about to reward herself." "Well, then we should all join her,

his steely gaze. Finally, he sighed, a hint of resignation in his voice. "Alright,"

is friend, was unexpected and intriguing. As we headed out of the office, I couldn't help but steal a gla

ing candles on each table and the aroma of garlic and herbs filling the air. The a

venture, his voice animated and full of enthusiasm. Mr. Rowan listened inten

listened to Josh's antics. He even shared a few stories of his own, revealing a surprisingly witty and insightful side. The more I learned about him, the

e a captivating puzzle waiting to be solved, a mystery far more intriguing than the intricate order I'd meticulously crafted in his offic