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.”

curls. “Yes, I can see what kind of meeting you are having. Who’s this then? Your latest little

his voice tight with suppressed anger. “If it were any of your business, Adele, I might answer that. But it isn’t. The 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 call me this evening, if you think we have something to discuss. Right now, I

wouldn’t hope for too much, dear.” She spits the words. “You’re not the first. You won’t be the last.” She spins and marches

I hear him speaking. “Francis, check with reception that she’s left the building, would

stop her bursting in like that, but she

worry about it, Francis. It’s not your fault. Just

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

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

met, when you decided to take an impromptu shower in my bathroom if

upset by Adele’s outburst. It was over too quickly, but now the meaning of her words is beginning to sink in and I am beginning to feel a

mustn’t be upset by this. I do not

nod and gulp, but can think of

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

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 as Spring, and I will do my best to

lip, I reply, “Yes, I am.

let’s get back to work, and then later perhaps, we

yes, Master.” I

attractive green bodice you have.

“Yes, Master.”

*****

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 windows, trying

continuing home. I decide that I must tell my Master

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