Saved by a billionaire

Episode1

My family used to be the richest in town, but some mistakes caused our companies to get into big trouble. My name is Amelia, and I'm the only child of the Cabral family. I'm only 22 years old, and graduated in economics a few months ago. I've met people from all over the world; believe me, they were very big people in business. I'm trying to help my family recover the lost investments, but it's not being easy at all.

My parents are super amazing; they work hard to make the best for the family. But, unfortunately, some relatives are not so hardworking and just spend a lot of the company's money on very expensive objects, fashion, and beauty procedures. They just take a black card and spend it. My father, who is the CEO, has already tried to stop this nonsense, but they continue doing whatever they want. They have a big percentage of the company, which is why my father cannot do much about it.

I have a lot of friends who have tried to help me with my company. But we knew that I needed to buy a large percentage of the company from my relatives, but they would only sell me for $500 million. Well, I don't have that amount of money!

I truly believe that a miracle could happen, and someone would give me the money that I need to save the company from bankruptcy!

When I was in a restaurant with some of my college friends, we were chatting and having fun:

"Hey, Amelia! Don't let your cousin destroy the best company in the city! You need to do something," said Mark, a tall, black smiley man.

"Only a miracle to help Amelia, Mark. How can she find $500 million?" said Olivia, a very sweet blond woman.

"I wish this miracle comes true! Because I can't think of anything else to save my family's business!" I answered, drinking a cup of soju.

"Maybe we can invest! There is another family that is growing with good companies around the city. I don't remember their name..." Mark spoke like it would be a nice idea.

"The idea is good for the long term, Mark! We need money now!" I told him just to avoid more discussion about this new family in the city.

"And we don't know which family this is! They arrived only a few months ago, and they bought half of the industry in the city. Soon, they will give an offer to Amelia's father!" Said Olivia.

"I'm sure my father will not allow the company to be sold to this strange family!" I said, frustrated.

"What's the name of this family?" Asked Mark, already drunk.

"It's..."

At this time, I was interrupted by a tall, strong man with long dark hair and brown eyes. He was dressed up in caqui pants, a white cotton shirt, a very expensive watch, and the kind of attitude that you never forget! He was listening to our conversation in the restaurant and came to talk to us. He said:

"Moura's family"

"What?" Asked Mark, not noticing who was talking.

"The new family around the city is the Moura's family! They are from Morocco," he repeated.

"And you are..." Olivia was already interested in the sexy, handsome guy in front of her.

"Hi! I'm Karim. I'm new in town." He introduced himself with a big, beautiful smile.

I just observed, but he was always checking my reaction. I could feel my soul shaking every time he looked at me. Wow, he was a man impossible to miss in a room. I wasn't able to say a word while he was standing up so close to me.

"Welcome to town, man! Sit with us, we were talking about boring things, you can help us change the subject here." Mark was out of control. I wouldn't let him drink ever again!

"Thanks! It's good to meet new people outside of work! He complimented by putting his hand on his chest in appreciation. That was so amazing! I'm really speechless in his presence. And he is still looking at me.

"It's not easy to make friends at work at all! We never know people's intentions!" Commented Olivia, starting to behave strangely.

"I don't know your names! How should I call you, guys?" asked Karim.

"Oh, I'm Mark, this is Olivia, and that one is Amelia!"

"Nice meeting you! So, you were talking about Moura's family?"

"Yes, we thought it was very strange. They arrived a few months ago, and they have already bought half of the town!"

"Is it a problem? Maybe they liked the city and wanted to make it grow better!

"Maybe. But Amelia's family is the number one in the city. They cannot change that!"

Mark was impossible! He could not shut up at all!

"Mark, you need to eat something; you drank too much!" I spoke, putting a big piece of meat in his mouth.

"And what do you think about it, Amelia?" Now, he was fully focused on me. I got surprisingly shy.

"Uhhhhh... what did you come to do in the city?" I would rather not answer anything about my family to a stranger.

"Oh, yes. I'm here for work. I'm from Morocco!" he answered.

Wait? What?

"The same country as the Moura's family?" Olivia was not interested anymore; she was sleeping on the table, and Mark was eating a lot, distracted by his phone. Karim didn't worry about my question.

"Yes!" This short answer is suspicious. What's happening here?

"And why were you listening to our conversation?"

"Well, you were not talking as if it was a secret; half of the restaurant could listen to you!"

Yeah, maybe he is right. We were drunk and talking loudly. But... never mind. Let's see what information I can get from him!

"Maybe you were right! Sorry about that! Are you working for the Moura's family?"

"Yes, I came to this city to help them out with business."

"Oh! So, you are not a spy! I thought you were trying to get information about my family, pretending to be a friend."

"Don't worry! I don't need to pretend! I really got curious when you started talking about Moura's family! You were the only group of people who were not interested in doing business or getting married to anyone in the family!

"Marriage? Really? Why?"

"Well, some people say that the son of the family is very handsome and could choose anyone he wants to marry!"

"Hahaha. Maybe. But, he needs to make more effort to get my attention!"

"Yes, I can see that!" He was staring at me, looking deeply into my eyes, as if he was trying to find a mystery in them. I was silent again, ate some potato chips, and drank some water to recover from the alcohol. He was still observing my moves, also in silence.