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ThebillionaireI was, to be exact.
I was cutthroat.I knew how to run a business.I knew how to make money.
What I didn't know was how to tear myself from Juliette.
Because no matter what I kept telling myself, no matter how much I tried to stop myself, I always found myself getting closer to her.Touching her.Begging her.
I have never repeated a mistake more than once.Juliette was the exception to that rule.
The worst part was that I could still taste her, no matter how much I tried to get rid of her.No matter how much I tried to remind myself that we weren’t supposed to be together.That it was wrong.That Bella needed her.That we couldn’t jeopardize Bella’s happiness, especially when Bella seemed to be… bonding with her.
I was really trying not to care about her, but desire outweighed my rational mind.
And the damnedest thing was that my brain was trying to convince me it wasn’t a mistake at all.It kept reminding me how good we felt together.How right it was.How I knew she was meant for me from the moment I met her in the club bedroom.
She was my angel.Perfectly made for me.Sent to me from wherever she came from.
I would only be working half a day.I had three meetings, multiple emails to send, and at least five project proposals or reports to read, but the entire time I was just waiting until the clock struck eleven-thirty so I could get in my car and meet my niece and her nanny for lunch.
I sat at my desk, my laptop open in front of me, but I wasn't even looking at the words on the screen.Instead, I had a pen in my hand, and I was tapping it against my desk, my eyes trained on the clock.
My laptop pinged with a message from my assistant.
Gilbert asked if he could have an emergency meeting with you in five.Just confirming if you have time.Your calendar is empty.
Quickly, I went into my calendar and blocked off eleven-thirty to two p.m.Then I messaged her back.
If it's an emergency, he can either ping me or email me.He can even call, but I have other things to do.I don't have time to meet.
And just as I hit Send, the bastard himself messaged me on our company’s messaging system.
There are issues with the numbers on the transparency report.I need to talk about it now.Press is calling us out.
I dropped my head into my hands.They were waiting for me, and I wasn't going to fuck this up.Bella had been so excited about going out to lunch.There was no way I was going to miss it.
There was also no way that I was going to miss my first real meal outside with Juliette.
I pushed my chair back and walked to my door, dragging it open to see Gilbert talking to my assistant about ten feet away from me.Both of them stopped what they were doing to look up at me.
“You have ten minutes,” I said, opening my door and motioning for him to come in.“I need to know what the errors were, what you're going to do to fix them, and who I need to fire.”
His eyebrow shot to his hairline.
“Fire?”he asked with a shaky voice but hurried into my office.
I shut the door behind him.
Yeah,firefor jeopardizing my date with Juliette and my niece.
I didn't mean to act like a woman obsessed, but I couldn't help it.I was getting even more annoyed just looking at him as he floundered to give me an excuse.
“Well, you see, my team triple-checked the numbers before publishing anything, but then this morning I got an email from?—”
“What are you doing to fix it?”I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
“I still have his email pending in my inbox.I didn't want to reply without talking to you?—”
“That's it?”I asked.“You want to talk to me about it?No plan?”