Captivated by Mr. Billionaire

were biting me in t

w had a brand new stack of paperwork to go through at the end of the day despi

e with 5 different construction firms for quotas within the last 12 hours. With all the driving between different sit

on a single location for my new building, along with an architectural and construction firm

en when she was negotiating the price with the firms, all she had to do was hand them different copies of a contract and wait to see if they agreed to it o

seemed to have no issues with it. Apparently, they had all worked with Ms. B

e was actually mute and

ord and was also very pleased with the result of her work within one day's time. But at the same time, it also meant

already being filtered for junk mail and then at the clock above my doo

needed to finish these today because only more work would appear tomorrow. I couldn't have these t

tracked, heavy work mode. An hour or so passed by u

from my screen, I i

fluorescent lights from the corridor to shin

ing silently next to my door. Noting the clock that showed 9:07

not going

huffled in her spot

iting for me

she nodd

ly weighed do

worked late. I wasn't so cruel that I'd force them to work longer than necessary, but she must've

lease don't worry about me and just go home whenever you finish your work." I quickly closed my laptop and gathered my stuff from my desk before abruptly

htly to her chest. She firmly shook her head and diverted her eyes fr

her reaction, not wanting to make her any more uncomfortabl

e. It had always been the other way around, whe

bed the back of my neck. "Please let me at least give you a ride back home. I would feel awful k

y took a large step back from me,

to. I won't reprimand you for saying no to me." I quickl

ut otherwise remained comple

f you are willing, please at least send me an email when you get back safely." I l

y at the doorway, w

t least it put my mind a bit more at ease, enough so that I managed

anced over my shoulder and watched her tiny f

that I at least didn't petrify her t

at the only time I had managed to have broken her

ying to clear my mind of all thoughts involving Ms. Belcalis. I wasn't sure what had happ

onto my sofa haphazardly until I found myself greeted with an annoyingly mis

resence after such a long day. I roughly yanked my tie off my neck and threw ev

bag landed on his stomach and wheezed, "

ng me weird chicks whenever I c

a. "What's wrong with Danary? I thought you'd like her. She always fi

here's nothing wrong with how she works. If anything, we're already a week ahead of sche

d be a bonus? You always complained about the previo

his retort. He

oes talk, jus

a word all day, not even when we

lks to me. Occasionally. May

t his last

unted with a big old grin, "Oh, ho,

f what had just happened. "Maybe? I don't know. I forgot to tell her that she didn't need to wait for me to finish workin

f emotion from her— something that wasn't a bla

ed an e

ent p

whispered I a ghastly voice, "Don't tell me you

he head. "Of course not. I didn't even touch her

He paused, seemingly thinking back on the past for a hard minute. "Now that I think about it, no one in my company actually knows much about Dan

how difficult the rest of this project is going to be if she ends up being that skittish around me for the rest of our time s

rang from my phone, signifying an email notification. I begrudgingly

u tomorrow, Mr. Cordo

ge, rereading it over and over aga

sn't hate hat

ought immediately lightened