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Money was power; that's something I learned tonight from Mr. Greenwood. In less than 15 minutes, we got ourselves a first-class suit in the same place that they claimed was full.
They had that place booked for some other person who hadn't even arrived yet.
Mr Greenwood didn't even want to get involved with all of that, he just wanted to get some sleep.
He just picked a room, went into it, and shut the door behind. I sighed, I had to do the arrangement of things before the big day tomorrow. I got the room service to get Me a strong black coffee, it was going to be a long night.
I started making calls, getting things in place, and ensuring that the new race car had been shipped in successfully and was in place.
It wasn't only our car that was launching, there were three other companies too, so it was more like a joint launch, but we have to make ours exceptional, that was what Mr Greenwood said.
Around 4 am, Mr Greenwood's door opened, and our eyes met immediately; he looked like he was panicking.
The place was dimly lit but I could still see his outstanding features. He was shirtless and only wore sweatpants; he looked so hot.
He had tattoos on his chest and a little on his upper arm; I remember that from the night we first met.
His most attractive features.
He raked his hair in distress but I couldn't see any of that but hotness.
"I can't believe I slept this long; my alarm didn't wake me up; I have so much to cover."
"Oh, it's okay, sir; I took care of everything. I noticed you were tired, I've made all the necessary arrangements. I even spoke with Mr. Jonathan; he said his plane would be landing in the morning; I had everything under control".
His eyes seemed relieved, "Everything?", he asked.
"Yes sir".
He exhaled.
"Thank you Michelle", he said.
There's how he said my name that I will never be able to explain.
"It's nothing; I'm just doing my job," I said and then got up and handed him his laptop.
It was my first time standing that close to him. He was tall, very tall, like 6'4, and I'm like, what, 5'4? Gosh.
It's sexy if we're being honest.
He went through everything on the laptop.
"Yeah, you've done everything, thank you, I can finally rest well", he said.
"Uhm actually you have a meeting with the board of this hotel, you bought the place, remember? Last night, they needed to meet with you this morning by 9 am", I said.
"Tell them they can take the hotel back after the meeting today; I'm not interested in buying it anymore; I have too many hotels I run, and I can't possibly add this one to it", he said, rubbing his temple.
This man is crazy, "Sir but you paid -"
"I just wanted to get a suit here, tell them to keep their hotel. Or better still I just become a shareholder and gain assets too till the end of the 12 months, you're a smart girl, Michelle, you know what to do, find something to tell them, I'm going back to bed, wake me up by 10 am", he said yawning tiredly and heading back to his room.
I stood there smiling like a three-year-old; he just called me smart; OMG!!!
He just really didn't want to go to the hotel down the street.
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There was a knock on the door by 9:36 am. We were expecting company from Mr. Jonathan, so I assumed it was going to be him.
I went to get it and it was a tall black American man with broad shoulders and a pleasant smile. He looked like the better version of an African god.
"Hi, I'm Jonathan Kerby; I'm Caleb's friend," he introduced himself.
I decided not to bite my lips in front of him like a lifeless w***e.
"Nice to meet you, sir, please do come in I'm -"
"Who is this b***h?" a blonde lady asked, appearing from behind him.
She looked like one of those Victorian Secrets models, but way more bitchier. Her outfit was gold and looked like it'd cost my yearly salary.
"Caleb is bringing whores around here too? What is wrong with that man? Where is he?" she started yelling, entering into the suit.
"Please keep your voice down, Mr. Greenwood is asleep, he had a long flight last night, and he-"
"Caleb!", she yelled again.
Mr Greenwood's door opened, and he got out sleepily, rubbing his eyes.
"Veronica, what is it?" he asked, very tiredly.
"Who is she?" she asked, pointing to me.
He took a second to look at me and then at her, "She's my assistant, "he said.
She suddenly began to calm down and looked at me from up to down not in a very friendly way.
"Oh, is she?", she asked.
He sighed and went to give Jonathan a bro shake.
"Michelle this is my best friend, Johnathan, he's also one of our branch managers, he runs the Clubs and the hotels and this is Veronica my -"
"Girlfriend ", she said immediately and put her hands around him and kissed his cheek.
My heart broke into a billion pieces.
Of course, he was going to have a crazy ass girlfriend. Great now I can't keep my fantasies straight anymore without thinking about her murdering me in it.
Wait he has a girlfriend and we like f****d some months ago? oh..
He rolled his eyes.
"Jonathan, Veronica, my assistant Michelle", he said sleepily.
"Nice to meet you", Jonathan said, shaking my hands; he seemed so chill.
"Nice to meet you too", I said.
"I wish I could say the same", Veronica said, chewing her gum loudly and eyeing me weirdly.
"Why did you pick a female as your assistant? What happened to the other guy I saw in your office that day?" she asked.
"Because she's the one that has stayed, "he said, yawning.
"Now please, I need to go to sleep; no more noises, "he slurred, begging, and started walking slowly to his room.
"Silence, "he whispered, rubbing his eyes and then shut the door.
This place was a lot better when it was just me in it.
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