The Billionaires Series(#1+2)

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ons; is forced to return to her birthplace; a place she would rather forget. MJ's return is every bit displeasing as it sou

around them getting hurt. Along the way, the two of them face their worst fears while unwittingly exposing their weaknesses. They keep p

riends; and as time goes on, they cannot tell the difference between the two, which lead

ay be charming to some and intimidating to others with her sardonic smile and devious smirk; but she is heartless

w much more can she tolerate, and how long is it going to

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ations as if hit by a wave of eureka. Although the employees of Billings Corporatio

st of the employees did not even know whom they were serving, but they had been warned about the tyrant of a boss and how they had to be punctual because their boss hated tardiness. Another th

the entire buildin

The silence was so deafening one could hear a single pin drop. Everything was quiet, t

ng her curves and tanned legs. Her long, shoulder-length, brown hair was tied up into a neat bun, further exposing her bronzed skin. She was holding a black briefcase that she probably brought to work every day and a brand-new

en the world by storm ten years ago when she started Billings Corporations at the young age of 18, along with her brother, Jorge Billings. Two years into the business and they already

heard about. A group of interns that were standing in her way quickly stepped away as she marched towards the reception desk where the receptionist, Meryl Anderson, stood with

come to my office immediately.” M

nodded eagerly before saying with

sed the button to the last floor where her office was located. The elevator opened, an

office and passed her secretary’s desk, which was currently empty. She narrowed her eyes at the empty

s painted in grey. On the left wall, behind the huge brown mahogany desk was a set of painting collections and her achievement certificates. Left of the desk stood a huge grey cabinet with multiple drawers, and on the right stood a glass-stand with more awards and certificates. The

nd the desk and took off her jacket, which she neatly placed on top of the big Sienna chai

ules, she was supposed to arrive an hour or less before MJ, but she was still not here. MJ sighed and picked up her office

r a job, and somehow someway, she ended up in Billings Corporation as a PA to none other than MJ Billings and had been working for MJ for five years now. "Good morning, sorry I am late." She said cheerfully as she walked into the office. She placed

e?” MJ asked wit

crossed her legs, rotating her chair from side to side as she studied Anita. Seeing as her boss was not going to give up, Anita sighed and sat up straight. "I was

meeting with the accountant because there was no meeting

like these; just for in case you haven't noticed, over 20 million dollars has been stolen from the company." Anita explained as

er phone started to ring. “Sorry.” She muttered before she answered the call. “Anita Simmons speaking, hello?” She said, eyeing her boss who was now turning the office upside down. “Oh, Liam! What can I do for you?” She furrowed her eyebrows, wondering what MJ was

ll bank next to her desk, trying to reach the top shel

. Anita sighed and got up from her chair and walked around MJ's desk to retrieve the file MJ was trying to reach for. MJ sighed in relief and jumped off the l

file and slid it across the table once done. Anita frowned as she picked it up, opening it to the first page. "McEnroe Construction Company…" MJ said while taking her sea

like a big fan.”

building collapsing and killing hundreds of people. He got his ass sued and had to pay billions to the affected families. He is

id," Anita said

is not fit to

t her mouth before she could stop herself, causing MJ to tense. “MJ-” She trie

bout MJ Billings and was finally getting a better taste at whom she really was. "I really like you, Anita Simmons, but don't get it twisted; I am your boss and I pay you to work, not to give your opinion on how to fit you think I was when I started my business. Do you understand?" She asked, and Anita nodded her head. MJ let her hand go, and Anita quickly pulled her hand away and stared down at the desk while MJ continued as if nothing happened. "I am going to South Africa on an urgent business meeting, I don't know how long it's going

ation," Anita mutter

an quit, but I'll assume that this is your three months' notice," MJ stated in

us pretend I never came late this morning. Let us forget that this conversation ever happened. Y

aring her with her eyes to reconsider. MJ’s eyes darted to the envelope, landing at the marks s

ta said and took her phone, and then she walked to her desk to fet

ns, I have better things to do with my time than running after a lousy P

brink of tears. She stopped at the door and turned around to look at MJ one last time. "I hope

leaving; too bad she had come to like her. Five years ago after MJ had somehow managed to fire fiv

t repeatedly until the words clicked in, she gripped the paper and closed her eyes as her anger slowly build up. She got up, wore her jacket, and p

and tell her that my lawyers will be in touch with her, and when Anita Simmons comes back, tell her to start looking for a replacement for Miss Dougl

to open the door for her like she usually did. The driver, Liam,

he watched the building slo