THE BILLIONAIRE'S PERFECT LADY

Gbam! That was the sound heard from a moving vehicle that hit a car in front of it at Buckingham road, Aylesbury, Buckinghamshire HP19 9QN on a sunny Sunday afternoon . The driver of the car stepped down majestically to render an apology to the victim, an old man who was in his early sixties. A young gentleman, who was in his early thirties, was the offender, he is a man that has a strong and chiselled jaw line, piercing brown eyes, and a charming smile that reveals a hint of dimples. His dark hair is stylishly messy; adding to his rugged charm lays his broad shoulder, an athletic physique that hints at a regular fitness routine. He was so charming that the daughter of the hit vehicle couldn’t keep her eyes of him when he went to apologize.” I’m so sorry sir”, were the words that dripped from his cully lips as he approached the victim. “I’m James Holland”, he added. Within ten minutes the whole issue was sorted, mainly because of the good communication skill of James Holland. Hollandy, as most of his friends called him, has a good posture that accentuates his physical appeal, which made him a head-tuner in any room. He walked briskly back to his newly acquired Bentley Continental GT V8, that got little crash from the minor accident, than zoom off at the speed of 12.6 cubic feet of trunk space. Where a young man could be coming from on a Sunday afternoon, when he should be resting because of the week work? What could have made him speed like that? Was he happy? Was he sad? The Conservative Party Primary election to choose its candidate that would represent Buckingham at the British Parliament is in two weeks. James Holland and George Jerome were the best candidates for the parliament, but the former is under a siege of being single. During the party meeting at its rally house earlier that day, a new rule was made that all candidates must be married to be qualified or the candidacy. This was obviously a political trick on James Holland, which was viewed as the major opponent of George Jerome. The car keeps zooming until he got to his pent house. “ I am the best candidate for the British Parliament, that why they want to eliminate me by all means, I won’t back down just like that, solutions come after all problems”, he soliloquy, as he entered the elevator that will take him to the 24th floor where he resides. The door flipped opened after inserting the code. The sofa was the first object he greeted by laying on it almost instantaneously as he closed the door behind, then the other was a long sleep. The Chairman is coming! Every staffs at Rocks Communication Limited started whispering as the boss approach. In no time, all staff comports to avoid the long angry stare of the boss. The man who own Rocks Communication is a no nonsense man, no one dear to go against him, the autocrat, that was what his workers calls him, but otherwise, he is a man that follows due process. There at that same company was a young lady, who was the Personal assistant to the Chairman. She had seen hell being the Chairman’ PA, despite that, she has decided to stay, because as a British-Indian lady who couldn’t secure good job years after graduating, it is a blessing for her to become the personal assistant of the Rocks Chairman and she’s ready to do anything to satisfy her boss with her service, despite all her hard work, she still become despise by the boss. Choice was not on the table to picked, it’s either being jobless or keeps enduring this autocratic boss who sees her as a working machine alone, but detested every part of her life, indulging the fact that she cared too much about unnecessary things. The young woman walked down to receive a suitcase from her boss as he walked toward the door the led to the Chief Executive Office. She bowed like a servant will do to an ancient King. He dropped his bag, walked toward his office without replying to the greeting. It’s a status-quo; Kate understood everything, that’s part of what she had been enduring. Yes! She’s Kate Larry, an epitome of beauty and Knowledge, she graduated with a 4.51 GPA in a 5.0 grading. She’s a woman with a radiant and luminous presence; her skin has a warm, golden glow, with a subtle sheen that hints a health and vibrant lifestyle. She’s a woman with a golden heart, despite how her boss treated her. Her charming smile was an identification card for her presence that she carried with elegance and sophistication. “What do I have on the list today?”, he asked disdainfully, with so much ego. His ego was not because of his physical appearance, but because of his achievement. At the age of 24, he was already a Chief Executive Officer and as at 30, he won the election at the International Conference of the World Institute of Public Relations as the Chief, being the youngest to attain such height in the Public relations Industry in the world. This achievement is never enough for this genius. All he wants is to make a Public Relations firm that will control the world of business. “On your schedule list, you have a meeting with the strategic groups on our new contracts by 10am, followed by a meeting with ROMAAC CEO by 12pm, Innovation and brainstorming session with departments head by 1pm…”, “ add launch with Mark Grey by 2 pm”, he said cutting the PA short. “Yes sir”, she said reading other schedule after rescheduling the day activities. It’s an hour thirty minutes’ drive from Buckingham to Marcus at the Berkeley, London, where he went to meet Mark Grey, his childhood who was into tech. A restaurant of $300 person is nothing but cheap to the two friends, but being in a Michelin- starred restaurant in one of London’s plushest hotels is not a bad place for conversation. Mark was already seated, as he saw his friend coming, he spoke with a cool voice, “Come hug me Hollandy”. Gesture was exchanged then lots of conversation topics filled the table, which also carried the new rule off marriage from the Conservative party. For the sake power James Holland agreed to do what he detest the most because of his childhood experience. Back at Clifton in Bristol during his childhood days, he had witness Mr. James Oliver beating his wife for leaving the house several times without his consent and also on little mistakes was Mrs. James beaten for. The day Mrs. James decided to retaliate was the last day of James Oliver on earth, since then his wife was nowhere to be found. Since then he vowed never to get married. To him Marriage is not something interesting, his parents never made it looks like something fascinating, life was hell in their house and to him Mrs. James leaving him behind while she abscond, shows how insignificant he was in the house. Life wasn’t anyway better with his parent neither was it when they left. Where will he start from? How will he cope to live with someone? It would be hard. Well, everyone have their price and who could be the best candidate for his contract marriage? One of his hoes , Camilla would have the capability and enthusiasm to play the game, he thought. On his way back to Buckingham, he called Camilla over to his penthouse for the deal to be well sealed. Holland couldn’t go back to the office, so he phoned Kate to carry out some assignment before leaving. 7pm on the dot, Camilla got to his apartment, but before he could say anything, she moved closer to him and pecked. Conversations eroded between the two of them, but nothing like a contract marriage was mentioned. The ambience suddenly became tensed between the two s****l partners, he moved slowly to touch her check and in no time, their bodies entwined as they shared a moment intimacy. He kissed her on the lips, pulled her closer, but she stopped him and led him to the room where she pushed him to the bed, craw on him before he changed the position and made himself the king in the room, as Camilla was moaning, he stopped the sound with kisses, then the action continued for two hours before everything eventually stopped. Silence reined in the room for about five minutes before Holland broke it with the conversation on the contract marriage. The room went quiet like a graveyard, but deep down Camilla wants the marriage, not the contract one, she wants to be a James, but the fear of losing his favour couldn’t make her bring it up, at the same time the price he mentioned was reasonable enough.” I will do it, anything for you”, She replied and they agreed to have a court marriage that week Thursday, for him to acquire the candidacy for on Saturday which was the deadline. Darkness already covered the earth, as the conversation went deep into the night. On Castle Street, Buckingham, that’s where Saint Peter Parish was located, the venue for the marriage between Camilla Lachlan and James Holland marriage would take place. Yes! Everything was arranged within two days, it’s the work of a billionaire. When money can’t solve a problem, more money will. James Holland was a young billionaire that lives in Penthouse in Buckingham, which he owns. His other Mansions are in Bristol, Monaco, Paris and Washington. Choristers started the marriage ceremony with a hymn, after the Priest had led the opening prayer. Over a hundred people were in the church to witness the marriage. It was time for procession, the groom and his best man already walked down the aisle. It was time for the bride to come in, but all of a sudden, the atmosphere at the church became thick with anticipation. Guests fidgeted in their seats, whispering to each other and checking their watches for what felt like a million times. The groom was standing on thee alter, gazing at the entrance looking tense. “What could have happened? I was with her before coming in”, a million thought ran through his mind, but none could solve the problem. He whispers into the best man’s ear, “Please go check what’s wrong”. Mark Grey came back looking disturbed. He told his friend the evil that has befallen him. He carried a long face, sad and distressed hearing the news. He was sad not because of Camilla that was murdered in the toilet, but for the fact the he might lose the candidacy ticket. As they were still contemplating on what to do, a young man broke the news and the church turned upside down. The cops were able arrest the suspect, but Holland dream is about to go down the drain. Holland went back to his car and found Kate, his personal assistant sleeping. With anger, he shouted, “What the hell are you doing? With the whole issue on ground? I can’t continue my contract marriage again because my opponent killed her, I would have been happy if you were the one killed? “, Kate was shivering, because she had never seen her boss that angry, though being nice is out of place from him to her, this day James Holland was in rage. She had to keep mute for her safety. “ You should take her place ? I will pay you $300, 000 to be my contracted wife for a year? “. Kate refused the offer as she had witness her proposed predecessor faith. With the threat of losing her job and knowing how cunning he is, she agreed, then marriage took place in the parish without delay. Life goes on.