Mr. Billionaire, can I be honest?
an's
hings for me, as if he owed me. It was my decision to help willingly withou
them on my table. "They just came in recently," she added. "Thanks, Emma. When next will I meet with my directors?" I
m?" my eyebrows twitched. "I- It's the design department," she stammered. "This is
and left the room immediately. "They didn't even bother to make the shape of the bott
ng behind her shadow like he knew he was in trouble. I cleared m
gn for your new pro
to you? Are you trying to make me look like a cheap copy
ld never," his
submitted tomorrow by 9 am,"
s, sir." I squinted and said with a firm voi
d my chair and hopped off, strolling to the glass to t
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t and glanced at my secret
," she said, do
ice and took their seats. Like a criminal waiting to be executed, they sucked in their breath. I shifted my c
d 'spellbound' fragrance. As the last director spoke, I supported my cheek with my palm and sig
tence. "Wait, I told you to finish up that projec
rembled. "W
rd. "Are you testing my patience?" I half-yelled. "We just released a new product, and
odded. "It's okay; I just need to screw you up b
and she answered rig
one hundred and sixty eight hours project." Without showing even the s
then turned to th
day of grace." I rotated my chair, tired from staring at their sorry
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a book on the couch and got up. "Welcome, how was your day?" he asked. I just glan
y dished my f ood on a plate. "Thanks." I took a seat and scoop
s in my kitchen?" I
ty?" he smiled, rearranging it's white petals. My eyebrows twitched in annoyance. "Throw
tley devoured me with a glare as I ate my lunch;
hen grabbed his book from the living room. His steps as he ascended the
room. I threw my head on the armchair; my gaze landed
eiling opened, a pair of robotic arms reac
at. He stole a glance at me from the corner of his brown orbs. Bentley clea
. Bentley was about to clear his throat again before I s
ng weeds into your house," Bentle
ernally. "He's apologizing? That's un
mirk, and dro