My cold-hearted Billionaire

Chapter 4 Rolland’s POV.

I dropped the bombshell in the group chat, recounting the whole date incident to the boys, Reynold and Brain, expecting a wave of support.

But instead, they turned the tables. “You were at fault,” they insisted, as if I had committed some grave sin. Me? At fault? Simply for correcting her? It felt like a slap in the face.

They argued that I had no right to scold her, that she was an adult, not some child in need of guidance.

I couldn’t help but feel a surge of frustration. Her parents had clearly failed to instill basic etiquette in her—like the simple courtesy of not showing up late to an appointment.

And here I was, trying to help her understand that, and somehow, I was the villain in this story? It was infuriating. Fine, I thought, if that’s how they wanted to play it, then let them.

I slid into the back seat of my car that morning, the soft leather enveloping me as my driver navigated the bustling streets toward the Deluxe Software Development Company.

I had a meeting lined up with their CEO to finalize a partnership deal that promised to be mutually beneficial. As I stepped into his office, the atmosphere buzzed with potential.

We exchanged ideas about the remarkable things we could achieve together, and I felt a surge of optimism as I considered investing a couple millions into his company.

The old man shared his struggles with the company’s debt, revealing his desperate need for investors. Just as I was about to sign the contract, the door swung open, and in walked the girl from my disastrous date, balancing a tray of coffee and bottled water.

“Meet my very hard-working secretary and my most diligent employee, Barbara,” the CEO introduced her, beaming with pride, blissfully unaware of the tension that had suddenly thickened the air.

The silence that followed felt suffocating. I locked eyes with Barbara, and in that moment, I saw a tumult of emotions—shock, regret, and perhaps a hint of pleading. My heart raced with a mix of fury and satisfaction.

“This rude girl is your employee?” I spat, my voice dripping with disdain. “I’m sorry, but I can’t work with this company.

Don’t you vet your employees before hiring them? Do you just pick up any riffraff off the street?” I stood up, the chair scraping against the floor as I made my way toward the door.

“That should be your problem, not mine. I won’t be working with you anymore, and I’m not changing my mind,” I declared, leaving behind a stunned silence.

As I exited, I could hear the CEO’s frantic voice, “What have you done? You better find him!” The weight of the moment settled on my shoulders, but I felt a strange sense of triumph as I walked away.

As my driver maneuvered the car out of the company’s compound, I felt a mix of relief and lingering frustration from the earlier encounter.

The familiar streets blurred past as we made our way to my own company, a sanctuary where I could regroup and refocus. Once I stepped into my office, the scent of freshly brewed coffee welcomed me, a stark contrast to the tension I had just left behind.

Moments later, Reynold strolled in with his usual laid-back demeanor. “What’s up, man?” he asked, casually heading straight for my fridge. I watched in disbelief as he grabbed the last cookie, a look of mock innocence plastered on his face.

“Come on, bruh! We’ve talked about this before! Stop eating my cookies and my snacks as a whole! That’s what the canteen is for!” I exclaimed, trying to maintain a semblance of authority amidst the playful banter.

“Why should I go to the canteen when you have all the best stuff in your fridge?” he shot back teasingly, a smirk dancing on his lips. I rolled my eyes, determined to assert my position.

“Because I am your boss! For goodness’ sake!” I retorted, emphasizing my point. I had been trying to instill a sense of professionalism in our workplace for years, reminding both Reynold and Brian that while we were best buddies outside the office, here, I needed their respect.

Just then, Brian sauntered in, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the fridge. “Yo, what’s good, guys?” he greeted us, but his excitement quickly faded when he realized the cookie supply had been depleted.

He shot an accusing glance at Reynold. “You took the last one! How selfish of you,” he exclaimed, sounding like a child denied a treat. Reynold chuckled, clearly enjoying the chaos he had caused.

“Rolland, when will your mum make you more cookies? Could you please tell her this one has finished?” Brian asked, his tone half-serious, half-joking.

“Why should I? When I’m not even the one eating it,” I replied, my fingers flying over my laptop keyboard as I tried to focus on work.

Truth be told, my mom did make the best cookies, and I always returned home with an abundance, but somehow, these two always managed to finish them before I got a chance to savor them myself.

“How did the meeting go? You signed the client contract?” Reynold asked, his tone laced with genuine curiosity. He always had a knack for asking the reasonable questions that cut straight to the heart of the matter.

“Funny thing, yeah? Remember my rude date? She works as a secretary in the company, so I refused to sign the contract with them,” I replied, a smirk creeping onto my face as I relished the irony of the situation.

“Man, you did what? Did you tell her boss the reason?” Brian interjected, his eyes wide with disbelief.

“Yeah, I told him she was rude and mannerless,” I said nonchalantly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Bruh, that s**t could make her lose her job,” Reynold added, a hint of concern threading through his voice.

“That would be nice. She’s going to learn her lesson that way, and I’ll be helping the company get rid of such an ill-behaved employee,” I declared, a sense of pride swelling in my chest as I imagined the consequences of my actions.

“This is not nice, bruh. Remember, you weren’t nice to her either on the date,” Brian pointed out, his tone now more serious.

“What? are you guys siding with her over me?” I shot back, feeling a surge of frustration.

“We’re just telling you the truth, man,” Brian replied, trying to maintain a level-headed demeanor.

“Whatever, man. I did what I did, and I don’t regret it one bit because she deserves it, and that’s that,” I stated with finality, turning back to my work.

Why weren’t they seeing my point in all this? Why were they siding with her and not me? Was it really okay for her to disrespect me without any repercussions? Give me a break!