Bought By The Billionaire

Up on the tenth floor, my Master makes me welcome in his office. “Hello, Elizabeth. I just wanted a quick chat. Coffee?”

“Thanks, yes, I’d love one.”

He rings through a request to Francis then returns his attention to me. “I have a meeting tomorrow. A very important meeting with potential clients who, if we can get the deal, will be worth a great deal of money to the company.”

“Okay.” I nod attentively.

What does this have to do with me?

“I would like you to sit in on the meeting.”

Oh!

“You have already proved that you have an eye for detail with your work in the procurement section. It may have been an unpleasant little episode, but it saved the company a lot of money. Tomorrow, I want you to sit in as secretary to the meeting and take the minutes.”

He leans forward. “Elizabeth, I want you to bring in that talent for detail again. Take notes of what is said—proposals, agreements, suggestions, whatever there is. However, I also want you to watch the people—body language, expressions. Do they seem comfortable with the discussion? Does anyone look unhappy with the agreement? That sort of thing.” He takes my hand in his. “Are you with me on that? Happy with it?”

I nod. “Yes, it sounds fine to me. What…?”

I do not get to finish my question. At that moment, we hear raised voices in the outer office; Francis’ and some other female voice I don’t recognise. The office door slams open, almost bouncing back on its hinges, and a woman strides in, her face like Fury. She should be rather attractive, beautiful even, with immaculate makeup, expensive designer clothes, and sleek dark hair. However, her furious expression spoils her beauty.

Francis follows her in, gesturing apologetically at my Master.

The stranger says, “Richard! This bloody woman tried to tell me that I can’t come in.” Then she stops mid-stride as she registers me, raising one eyebrow.

My Master stands, not looking pleased. “Adele, it is Francis’s job to ensure that I am not disturbed when I am in a meeting.”

kind of meeting you

me up. At the time, I took it as an informal way of you finally saying goodbye. I still do. Now, please leave. Feel free to call me this evening, if you think we have

arrogant ugly lip curl, then turns her gaze to me. “I wouldn’t hope for too much, dear.”

them out. I hear him speaking. “Francis, check with reception that she’s left the building, would you? Then cancel her entry codes.

bursting in like that, but she wouldn’t have it. You know what she’s

about it, Francis. It’s not your fault. Just make sure that she can’t simply march in

into the office and sits down next to me again. “My apologies, Elizabeth.

… were you …” My tongue ties.

saw her was the night you and I met, when you

to be upset by Adele’s outburst. It was over too quickly, but

sees this in my face. “Elizabeth, you mustn’t be upset by this. I do

but can think of

tilts my face up, forcing me to look him in the eyes. “I know that you want more than I am offering, but I will make you no promises I think I cannot keep. For now, you must accept that … but …” His grip on my arm tightens, almost hurting me. “… but … she is part of my past. That night you and

releases me, and standing, sweeps his hair back with both hands, staring at the ceiling. “Anyway, whatever the reason, I tried. You just got a taste of her personality. And she was never really any different, even when I thought there might be something real between us. The reality is that she is manipulative, scheming, and really not very pleasant to know. I was simply besotted with her physical beauty. Whereas you, Elizabeth …” His smile returns as he looks at me. “… You are as sweet

lip, I reply, “Yes, I

to work, and then later perhaps, we should continue celebrating your new

yes, Master.”

attractive green bodice you have. It goes with

“Yes, Master.”

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aware of being shadowed again. Trying not to show that I know I am being followed, I pause again by shop windows, trying to spot my shadow in the reflection, but he always slips out of

crowds to lose myself before continuing home. I decide that I must tell my Master what is

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