One Nightstand With My Billionaire Boss

Isabella POV Morning brightness is something I've always loved; what's not to like? It makes you feel cozy and at ease. That's the reason I choose to walk instead of driving to work. Anyhow, it just takes me fifteen minutes to walk from my house to the office. It's my third year working for this firm. I work as the vice president of Remington Printing's executive assistant. One of the largest corporations in the world, Remington Industries, is home to several subsidiaries, including Remington Printing. Top 5 in the entertainment industry. Remington Production, the largest business of Remington Industries, creates films that are often successful at the box office. Remington Media is another one of them. They have internet media now, but I still recall buying their magazine every time I was a teenager. Enough about Remington Industries now.Since Remington Industries is so enormous, to be honest, I never find out how large it is. All I know is that Mr. Gabriel Remington, the CEO, is among the world's youngest billionaires. The last time I checked, my colleagues told me that Gabriel Remington had a $20 billion fortune. Oh my goodness, what will you do with that much cash? I don't directly know Gabriel Remington, though. I'm not a huge admirer of the things that billionaires own. I have no idea what his appearance is, hell. My coworkers think he's quite attractive. Perhaps they are prejudiced, then. That's not how God could have created a flawless man, is it? Anyway, let's get back to my life (why are we discussing Gabriel Remington??).'m currently seated at my workstation. I'm restless. I received some exciting news yesterday from my employer, Denise Colton. He hasn't yet informed me. But maybe I'll get promoted so I can move to Los Angeles! The last time they asked, I turned them down since my mother was ill. However, I sent Mom to her final resting place last month. She had been battling cancer for a very long period. Though I'm relieved she may now rest in peace, I was heartbroken when she passed away. She is at least no longer in pain. And now that Alex is in Los Angeles, I have nothing keeping me in Oakwood Town. I informed HRD and Denise that I'm prepared to go. My lover is Alex Mason. We've spent the last two years dating. We have the same objective, which makes him a decent man in my opinion. Our attention is on our career. He was my school's senior. One year my senior. Our relationship was straightforward up until a few months ago when he became quite busy at work. He used to see Oakwood once a momonth tome see me and his family. However, it has been six months since his previous return, which was for Thanksgiving. He excused himself, saying he was too busy to attend. Even my mother's death two months ago. He stated he was overworked when I requested him to be here for me. I came to know that long-distance relationships are difficult. It's time for me to move because of this. To keep our friendship intact, I must act. Furthermore, I enjoy LA. In my youth, I resided in Los Angeles. However, that's another tale for another day. I just saw my boss, Den, get out of the elevator, so let's concentrate for the moment. "Mo"Morning,enise!" I reply professionally but with a smile. Denise is an excellent manager. He is forty years old. When I just lost my mother, his wife Sophia was a huge assistance to me. He says, "M"Morning,Izzy!" and follows me directly to his office. His morning ritual involves pouring a cup of coffee from his ostentatious machine, sitting on his chair, and opening his bag. My heart raced inside my rib cage as I watched him. Den, hurry up! Tell me the news, please! "Thus, "Yes! "It's awful, Izzy, but I uunderstand;you truly desire it," he groans and hands me a letter. "This is the letter promoting you. Best wishes, Isabella Montenegro!" He gives me a big smile. "Oh my God! Den! I say, "Thank you," and unfold the letter. I succeeded! Indeed. Mr. Remington requires an executive assistant at headquarters. You'll report to Isabella, our CEO! Please make me proud." "CEO?" I flinch. "As in Gabriel Remington??""The one and only." "Oh my God!" I can't even contain my enthusiasm anymore. "How... how come I got this position?" I can hear the trembling in my voice; it's a mixture of curiosity, excitement, and worry. You are, after all, my finest executive assistant. I wrote you a letter with some pleasant words. Sarah gave me a call yesterday. Although she is extremely pregnant, she works as Gabriel's executive assistant. In two months, she will step down and devote herself full-time to raising her child. For Gabriel, she thus needs a new executive assistant. She ininquiredbout you and concluded that you would do admirably." "She is the one who decides it?" Indeed. Remain calm. She has Gabriel's trust. They indicated that Gabriel would prefer to lose Sarah to half of his boss," Denise laughed. I inhale deeply. "Denise, I'll make you happy! Yes, I will. He gives a nod. *** I'm making my way to Nancy's House of Bakery on foot. The proprietor, Nancy, bakes an excellent apple pie. Although I adore apple pipie, cake my very favfavoritesert (yes, I am aware that's also my name). Nancy also makes a really tasty cake. Nearly as good as Mom'Mom's, not quite. My dearest friend and mother is Nisy. Nancy took me under her wing after my mother passed away. She informed me she had grandchildren that are about my age, and she is in her 60s. I suppose she considered me to be one of her grandkids. She often inquires about how things in my life are doing. She's cranky sometimes, yet I still feel loved. I adore Nancy dearly. S he is among the kindekindest.ividuals on the planet!