My Dream Companion is Mr. Billionaire

ent unpleasant experience forced her resignation. Her previous boss, a married man, had become increasingly inappropriate, crossing professiona

h, a friend of her mother's from their social group. They often met for afternoon tea, exchanging pleasantries and gossip over fluf

through the phone, "do you know anyon

d lightly. "Actually, Madam Sarah, I just resigned. I'm

a new secretary. The last one…" Madam Sarah fanned herself with an ornate feather fan, delicately

h her air of refinement and expensive tastes, could be formidable. Yet, Evelyne held f

er voice softening, "I wouldn't ask if it weren't truly urgent. My nephew need

s boss still fresh. "Madam, you know my stance on un

e countered, "My dear, you have nothing to wor

unmarried, demanding employer with a desperate need

and. "And," she continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whis

s. Moments later, the butler returned, presenting the box to Madam Sarah. She opened it slowly, revealing a breathtaking necklace. Strands of delicate pink pearls intertwined with dazzling r

knowledgment of Madam Sarah's cunnin

, the weight of the situation settling on her. "Madam," she began, her voice filled with a mixture of

rah finished the senten

offer. However, I won't be able to clear my schedule until Monday morning." Relief washed over Madam

. "Wait," she said. "Forgive me, Madam, but

spent countless afternoons together gossiping about everyone and

saucer. "I haven't had the pleasure of meeting him. And, just to be cle

olutely not, my dear. Not married. Now, shall we delve into the fascinating details ove

empty teacup aside, she straightened in her chair. "Another pot of tea sounds delightful, Madam," she conceded. "And

w, buckle up, my dear. You're in for quite a story." Her eyes are shining like she finally gets a

…

Rowan Corp. a coveted collaboration with Sterling Industries – a victory his ever-enthusiastic best friend, Josh Gilmore, had dreamt of for years. Ashford, how

aced with an obvious layer of self-interest. Their back slaps felt more like

es to maximize profits. Even the polished sheen of his reflection in the mirrored elevator offered no sense

h's cheerful voice broke the si

e that could have frozen solid the st

e dripped with disdain as he gestured to the overflowing paper, a tangibl

e secretary," Josh countered with a playful jab

s of this morning, she's decided to pursue… 'domes

mountain of resumes piling up," Josh said, gesturing towards t

. The pile over there.” He shrugged and his expression darkened, thinking how he must be looking all o

nfold. A deep sigh escaped his lips. "They just don't get it," he muttered, frustration lacing his voi

eferring to Ashford's previous secretary. "She was

corrected him sharply. "Her grandchildr

t's like searching for a mythical beast," he grumbled. "A secretary who can anticipate my every move,

icy demeanor. "But I think you sound like you're lookin

ilenced a room full of chattering executives. "Focu

ficiency. But hear me out – club tonight. You need to loosen up a l

e Josh had a point. Years had blurred by in a whirlwind of work

e tragic end – incompatibility. He craved a partner, someone who could navigate his ruthless world as an equal, but t

l liabilities even. He had a company to run, an empire to build. Yet, a nagging voice in the back of his mind

blance of order he craved. With a resigned sigh, he picked up the first resume. It was a long shot, he knew, but a

…

ed on me, a mix of amusement and disbelief flickering across h

d with an opulent glow, each one a tiny beacon of luxury. "But wouldn't you just look a

of her lips. "Oh, I know your weakness," she teased. "A

e. It was a prize from an exclusive auction, one I wouldn't have dared dream of attending, let alone acquir

all too well. This extravagant taste for luxury was no secret. "Alright, alright," she conceded with a good-natur

pulled along. As we walked, a torrent of words spilled from Stephanie's mouth. She was on a rant abou

hrough me. It was like a sudden surge of electricity, concentrated in my right h

thud. I watched in horror as the screen spiderwebbed with fractures, a silent scream trapped in my throat.

ry of apologies, her eyes wide with concern. "

mer sky, stood frozen in place. My hand throbbed where it had collided with

my voice tight with frustration and a twi

, a startling blue in the dim streetlight, held an intensity that sent a shiver down my spi

electrifying tingle that momentarily paralyzed me. My gaze locked with his, and for a fleeting second, i

tore my eyes away, the intensity of the moment leaving me shaken. T

in the process, another jolt, a warm electric current, zapped through me. It was fleeting but undeniable,

ck and shoving it into my purse. The screen wa

nsisted, his voice laced with a since

"Accidents happen. We were j

turned and walked away, his tall fram

d her, still reeling from the strange encounter. With a curt nod to the man, I t

ed Stephanie towards the hotpot restaurant. My phone, now a c

phanie asked, her playful teasing repla

a little shaken. That fa

r. How He stood frozen for a moment, his gaze locked with mine. There

"But honestly, Who was that?" she

unknown. The encounter felt surreal, the unexpecte

g broth and sizzling meat greeting us. As we settled int

vibe? Did you two exchange glances and acciden

range sense of excitement bubbling within me. "It felt

rs. You need a whole new phone, preferably one with a bodyguard attached to prevent future si

mind. "Maybe," I admitted, a slow smile spreading across my face.

Stephanie's earlier questions replaced by a comfortable silence. But beneath the

e? The shattered phone screen remained in my purse, a tangible reminder of the unexpected en