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.”

of meeting you are having. Who’s this then? Your

last time we met, if you recall, you stood 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

wouldn’t hope for too much,

waits a few seconds then follows them out. I hear him speaking. “Francis, check with reception that she’s left the building, would you? Then cancel her entry codes. I don’t want any repeat of

her bursting in like that, but she wouldn’t

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

into the office and sits down next to me again. “My apologies, Elizabeth. That wasn’t fair on you. It won’t

all right. It wasn’t your fault. Was she … were you …” My tongue ties. How

but not now, or ever again. The last time I saw her was the night you and I met, when you decided to take an

it was happening, I did not have time to be upset by Adele’s outburst. It was over too quickly, but now the meaning of her

this in my face. “Elizabeth, you mustn’t be

nod and gulp, but can think of

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 …”

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

reply, “Yes, I am.

and then later perhaps, we should continue celebrating

yes, Master.” I

can wear that rather attractive green bodice you

“Yes, Master.”

*****

evening, on my way home, I become aware of being shadowed again. Trying not to show that I know I am being followed, I pause again by shop

the crowds to lose myself before continuing home. I decide that I must tell

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