In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire

tan had a sibling living o

ce would be served in his afterlife. But, that would be a waste of energy because Ethan might be a reincarnation of someone from the afterlife. How could a hu

ack to society. Was he trying to maintain a good image while being a terrible human being? How pathetic! He should be proud of nature to the core. However, who would believe a

image outside while showing their terrible side at home. Brandon

said briefly, si

the expansion team at 10:10. Then you need to be at Louisiana Enterprises for the board meeting at 11:00. The phone call with your s

cut in without ev

. "It's bad for the company, too. You know that our rivals have been pushing to get their attenti

I'm not in the mood f

ng the report you requested," he said, handing his boss the

it and skimmed

held his

You didn't consult the finance department and most of the figures do not correlate with the total. And the media department too was left out. You need to offse

his boss's horribleness. To his ridiculous standards and demands. He'd had no choice but to get used to it. The worst mistake of his life was making a bet with Satan hi

ck coffee-because it was the only type of coffee that existed, as far as Ethan was concerned. Well, at least he got his coffee right. A black coffee for a black soul. Thereafter, Brandon was expected to write and then perform a thousand different tasks, running up and dow

time. It was all on Brandon, who chose to do everything willingly. Yes, that was right: he did it willingly. Call him insane, but he would be dam

impossible tasks. Of course not. Praise wasn't a word in Ethan's lifestyle. Not that he wanted Ethan's praise or something. Of course not. Brandon hated him. God, did he hate him? He hated him for everything he was. He hated him

se that opinion ever since he started working for Ethan because he very vividly and

, Brandon," Ethan said as Brandon was

computer before marching into the

y?" Ethan said, wit

most pleasant voice he could manage. It wasn't very pleasant. "The report n

his eyes o

itting it to you. Taking into consideration that I had to take care of both tasks that you gave me f

ole deliberately gave him impossible tasks just to see him explode or fail. But Brandon

sh it up. I have another task for you

quickly shut it. "A hotel and...condoms?

problem with that?" Ethan's t

s condoms, but he bit his tongue. "No problem, sir," he said stiffly. He turned

m. He would do the tasks, as ridiculous and humiliating as they were, and he would do them

l room he could find and made a discreet trip to the nearest pharmacy for the condoms. His hands shook with anger

the small, discreet bag, he knocked on Ethan's door. "Your re

on. "Good. Now get back to work on that report

the office, his anger simmering just below the surface. He wouldn

e day wasn't over yet, and there was still so much to do. He pushed all thoughts of anger and frustration to the back of

e to focus as Ethan calle