The billionaire's Torment

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My neck worked overtime as I studied my environment. Downtown Bluewaters was cleane

lacks, whites, browns, any colour you know, Bluewate

street wore costly clothes, shoes, and accessories. I felt underdressed in

le filled with iced water from home. l could not afford to pay for the taxi and buy

ilding. If l failed to get the job

nsplant. We could not afford the surgery. Our family was dirt

a medical student who had just finished her studies to become a neurosurgeon. My

ed at the tallest building in town. At the top, the words Ratliff Airlines Group were writte

d me as l made my way tow

s, where are

and halted i

ffice, I have an

floor 29.

t behind the receptionist, the other on the far right. There were about a doze

eceptionist, she swivell

that elevator, plea

t when the other elevator was clear?. I p

tried to stop her

e down. The elevator door opened. As I stepped forward, a hand roughly pulled

s instantaneous. Manly voi

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re you

shot through my cheekbone as a fist or an elbow grazed against it. I c

had seen, l was shoved towards the adjacent wall. My back hit the wall, the

stormed towards me in red stilettos and a bl

ou not to use that elevator? Now you have poured water

orr

ed between her lon

l man, who swatted his hand away. The way the water cascaded

f? This was Maxwell Ratliff, Bluewaters's bachelor bill

g that insole

y. He hefted me off my feet. My spine screamed in protest. Maxwell Ratliff's bad reputation made me plant my feet stubb

e met the blackest, madd

or?" A deep voice demanded. I touched my c

slapp

tears. They stared at me dubiously, their facial expressions were like: What's this girl talkin

en made up his mind. He moved his han

y before I lo

this time towards the

ey value their property, you can't just

rs, Frank gave me his handkerchief. I wiped my face,

k si

ere were y

for an interview only t

tended h

me see if l can direct you

ed my

my p

l will get it, just hand o

r from my pocket a

d it and han

you are supposed to go ne

left side. I felt stupid, l would r

your phone." He brought it

broken, but it i

." My phone

trudged towards the small gate, my hand on my aching tailbone.

ackdrop. The double wooden doors were ajar, l stepped in. The cool air from the fan

he one who loo

ct me to the manager

thumb over his shoulde

e expensive woo

me i

eautiful face with a wide smile gre

interviewee, Nora Reidy.

ising, a kind boss.

ted to t

tell me abou

n me. Nobody wanted to narrate their pover

dhood to date. She listened with rapt attention, her chin in he

got th

not? A knock landed on the door, and before Mrs Rat