Love on Paper: A Billionaire love story

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able than any credential. With the right training, even the underqualified can rise to

g time and resources—potentials that could be wasted,” he countered,

nothing that touches the corporate sphere. Do you truly believe you c

ontinued, “And you lack any profession

I never faltered. I kept a clear head under pressure, and I intend to carry that same resilience into this r

He spoke in hushed tones, a murmur lost in the expanse of the office. The call was brief,

n issue?” His words were a command, not a question, as he stood and collected his ph

turn in tomorrow?” I asked, my voice steady

is enigmatic face. “8 am,” he said, his voice echoing with a finality that seemed to resonate through the now-empty room. Wi

upended my world was none other than the CEO—my direct boss. And

me back to the present, to t

at the caller ID—Lesley. My neighbor had a penchant for borrowing things, but I wa

weren’t a request or a friendly neighborly check-in. No, they were something else en

screaming for me to move, to act. Without a second thought, I snatched my bag and bolted from the o

“YOUR APARTMENT IS ON FIRE.” The scream that had pierced through the phone call replayed in my mind, a haun

umbed my senses. My future, once housed within the walls of my modest apar

irefighter’s van, a beacon of urgency, was parked haphazardly at the corner. I stumb

f my life. The doors slid open, revealing a scene of controlled chaos. Firefighter

in hers, I saw the reflection of my dread. She opened her mouth to speak, b

h the acrid scent of destruction, the walls stripped of their familiarity, now just hollowed carcasses o

f a budget stretched thin by necessity. The thought of finding a new apartment was a luxury beyond

he tumultuous sea of my despair. I collapsed onto the cold, unforgiving floor, surrendering to the

entle reminder that I wasn’t alone. “It’s gonna be fine,” she whispered, but her w

a figure clad in the unmistakable