Boss Lady and Her Billionaire Knight

Big Break, One of Many

Denise walked with a spring in her step and to anyone watching, it might have looked strange, maybe even ridiculous but she didn’t care.

She was happy.

Getting a job in the slums wasn’t something to take lightly. It meant survival. It meant that tomorrow, at least, she wouldn’t go hungry and that alone… was enough.

She moved quickly, washing utensils, scrubbing surfaces, and running errands without complaint. Since she wasn’t a permanent worker, she had been assigned all the menial tasks but did she mind?

Not at all.

Compared to the life she used to live in that so-called mansion… this was a piece of cake.

At least here, no one watched her like a hawk. No one insulted her. No one made her feel like she didn’t belong. Here, she worked and she earned and for the next three days, while she filled in for the sick worker, she would earn more than she usually did in an entire week.

Money.

That was all that mattered now.

After finishing her tasks faster than expected, Denise finally got a few minutes to rest. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and sat down, her eyes wandering around absentmindedly until something caught her attention.

A newspaper, yesterday’s edition.

Curious, she reached for it and flipped through lazily… until… she froze. Her eyes locked onto a bold headline.

“Diamond Studios Seeks New Talent: Fresh Faces Wanted for an Upcoming Production.”

Her heart skipped.

“Auditions…?” She whispered under her breath.

She leaned closer, reading every word carefully.

A new movie.

New cast.

No experience required.

Denise’s fingers tightened around the paper.

Acting? It had always been her dream but dreams required money, training and opportunities she had never been given.

Or… maybe… maybe this was her chance, her big break.

Her pulse quickened at the thought.

“Should I…?” She murmured, biting her lower lip.

She quickly noted down the address of the audition venue.

“I’ll go,” she decided firmly.

What did she have to lose? If she made it, good, if she didn’t, there would always be another chance.

But one thing she knew for sure, she wouldn’t forgive herself if she didn’t even try.

Three days later, after completing her temporary job, Denise stood in front of a small second-hand stall. She held up a simple but elegant dress, studying it carefully.

“This will do,” she said softly.

It wasn’t much but it was the best she could afford and today… she wanted to look her best.

The city felt different… alive. As Denise walked through the CBD, her eyes widened slightly at the towering buildings surrounding her.

Glass. Steel. Luxury.

A different world from the slum where she lived.

“One day…” she whispered to herself. “One day, I would own buildings like these.”

Why not?

They were owned by people like her, weren’t they?

So why couldn’t she?

All she needed was time and an opportunity.

Soon, Denise stood before it.

>Diamond Studios.

A sixty-story skyscraper that dominated the skyline. Its glass structure reflected the sunlight, casting shimmering blue streaks that made it look almost… unreal just like a diamond.

Denise tilted her head slightly, staring in awe.

“Where Diamonds are Made,” she read softly, her lips curving into a faint smile.

“Maybe… I’ll become one too.”

Inside, everything screamed elegance. Denise walked up to the reception desk, her posture straight despite the nervous energy bubbling inside her.

The receptionist looked up and froze. For a moment, she simply stared and Denise smiled. A genuine one.

“Hi?” She greeted softly.

The receptionist blinked, snapping out of her daze.

“Hi! Welcome to Diamond Studios. How may I help you?” She asked, her tone suddenly warmer.

“My name is Denise,” she said confidently. “I’m here for the audition that was advertised in The Torch three days ago. I want to audition.”

Something flickered in the receptionist’s eyes… approval.

“Of course,” she said with a smile. “With your looks alone, you already have an advantage.”

Denise chuckled lightly.

“Let’s hope my acting matches that.”

“I sure hope it will,” the receptionist replied. “So, which role are you auditioning for?”

Denise didn’t hesitate.

“The second female lead. Lauren Kingsley.”

“Good choice,” the receptionist nodded, handing her a script. “Go do your best. I wish you all the luck.”

Denise accepted it gratefully.

“Thank you so much,” she said, her smile widening. “If I get the role, I’ll come back with a chocolate bar for you.”

The receptionist laughed softly, her cheeks turning slightly pink.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

As Denise walked out of the building, her steps felt lighter: Hope. That was what filled her chest now but then, a thought crept in.

Her name, Denise Ashford.

What if she became famous?

What if her family found her?

Her expression darkened slightly.

“I’m not afraid of you,” she muttered under her breath.

She had evidence she had truth but more than that, she had nothing left to lose.

They had thrown her away. Discarded her like she meant nothing.

A cold smile formed on her lips.

“Next time…” she whispered, her eyes hardening, “I won’t be the one walking away.”

Because one thing they should never forget, ell hath no fury like a woman scorned and they had been scorned her for her whole life.

Now?

It was her turn.