In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire

n had forgotten about him? But before he

ng the only shot you had at getting it and antagonizing a major c

he wanted to secure this job. But he never knew that the jerk he had been raw to was in c

than said, his voice dry and sarcastic. "Then I'll have to say that

d have done for him and his sister. First, he had her college bill, the house bill, his mother's loan, and upkeep. Where was he going to get the money from? Giving himself the encoura

sible and dumb. He was going to work here, not for the money or incentives, but just to prove a point to Ethan. He burned to prove him wrong. At this moment, looking at Ethan's conde

ion. This hooligan can function well in the administrative and management

gh was dismissive and condescending.

nny?" Brandon

t's not even the fact that you have little experience in working in larger firms. It is your myopic attribut

company, and if I do my job competently for-for half a year, you admit that you were wrong, hold a press conference apolog

dable. "Why should I make a busines

he matter? Are you scared

will win," Ethan said. "Noth

k you just know you'll lose i

get under his skin. He was good at making proposals. This was a man who wasn't us

t appearing in his eyes. "This bet of yours is very one-side

want me to do and publicly apologize t

n have anyone at my beck and call for whatever purpose. People are lined up to take care of

dn't. Brandon racked his brain, trying to think of something that would seem like an adequate prize

y," Brandon said. "You know that the CEO title is plastered on every paper that

m the way his expression tightened a litt

ve nothing but good reviews about your company." The mere idea made him want to puke, but it was the only thing of genuine value that he could offer to this man. Clearly, a good image-mone

uneasy. "Fine," he said at last. "As it happens, I am in need of a Personal

th and then closed it

e smile. "You did say you wer

t nonchalant look. "No

rd. Right? It was just a fanci