Fake Date With Mr. Billionaire

Getting nervous before meetings was simply not Wilson Locke’s thing. He got up, loosened his tie and paced around his rather large office. He looked around, mentally marvelling at the fine architecture and expensive pieces of furniture that lurked around him. It did cost a fortune to put the whole multiple storied building into place and he was glad he spent pretty much twice as much to get his office to match his refined expensive taste. He exhaled then took a seat. Thinking about his office wasn’t calming him down. Instead, it was making him think about money and that included making more which was the primary reason for his meeting. He needed to stop feeling nervous. It wasn’t the first time he signed a contract awarding him several billions of dollars. “This wouldn’t do,” he said to himself then got up. He was going to need coffee to calm down. Taking a glance of the city through the large sized window behind him, he took his jacket from its hanger and threw it around his shoulders. He picked his Lamborghini’s key and phone then strolled out of his office. “Sir,” his secretary rushed towards him as she spotted him, hitting the floor with her heels. She had a couple of files in her hands as she pressed them against her chest, rumpling her shirt that she had on paired with a black skirt. “Sir, are you going somewhere? Your meeting’s in about 45 minutes.” “I know,” he replied her, not bothering to pause his quick steps. “I’ll be back on time.” “But sir-” He paused, turned to face her and immediately she met his gaze, had hers falling to the ground. “Okay sir.” He shoved his hands down his pocket and shook his head. He walked to the elevator and got in, hitting the last floor button as he did. Ignoring the whispers and array of greetings he got as he walked through the building’s last floor, he took out his phone to check for nearby coffee shops. The stares and whispers wasn’t new to him and it only took him by surprise as he wondered how his dozens of employees never got tired of taking his presence as a sacred one. He passed through the main entrance of the building, the sun hitting his face as he did. Covering his face with his hands, he suddenly wished he had gotten sunglasses as he walked towards his car. “Sir,” his driver rushed towards him as he approached his Lamborghini packed in the space reserved for just him as the CEO of the company. “Are you headed somewhere?” “Yes,” he threw the keys to him, immediately opening the back seat. “There’s a coffee shop few blocks away. Let’s go there.” Not uttering any more words, his driver adjusted his gloves and got in to drive. Turning on the AC to Wilson’s preferred level and playing his choice of music, he began the ride and in less than fifteen minutes, they got to Wilson’s destination. “Sir, we’re here.” Wilson raised his head and looked out through the window. Indeed, they were in front of the coffee shop. It looked just like it looked on his phone- pretty basic but seemed like would be capable of serving decent coffee. “Sir, sunglasses,” his driver stretched to him. “It’s quite sunny outside.” He collected the sunglasses, put in on, adjusted his jacket and stepped out of his car. He took slow steps and on his fifteenth step, he stepped into the shop. Like he predicted, the coffee shop looked simply basic but decent. It had nice but cheap furniture and managed to have customers lurking around it. Hands in his pocket, he walked further in, taking more of his time to observe his surroundings. “OH MY GOD!” Wilson’s eyes shot up as he felt the cold liquid hit his shirt all of a sudden, slowly dripping down his chest while its coldness spread through his whole body. He looked up to meet a lady in front of him, one hand covering her mouth while the other held the empty cup whose previous contents was spilled all over his chest. “Oh my God,” she exclaimed again, this time moving closer to him. “I’m so sorry!” He abruptly held her hand to stop her from almost touching him. With his left hand’s grip on hers, he used his right to lower his sunglasses to take a good look at her and the situation. “What did you just do?” “I’m really sorry,” she quickly released her hand from his grip, rubbing her hands together as she apologized. “It really wasn’t intentional. I should have looked at where I was going. I’m so sorry.” “You’re sorry?” he lightly bent to meet her eyes. “Alright. But what does that change? Do you think your sorry fixed anything? Does that change my shirt from being stained?” “I-” she stuttered unable to meet his gaze. “I’ll make it up to you. Can I make it up to you? I can have it dry cleaned-” “That’ll be unnecessary,” he cut her off, shifting his glasses back on. “I dispose clothes with stains on them. Immediately.” “Oh,” he watched her bite her lip. “Then, what can I do to make it up to you?” “Help disposing it?” “Excuse me?” she met his gaze for the first time and looked away almost immediately. “I-” “I have an extremely important meeting in about thirty minutes,” he cut her off to inform her. “I’m not going to bother you over staining a shirt of mine but if my meeting gets jinxed as a result of this, you’ll really be bothered by me then.” She gulped and it was obviously out of nervous. “Eh?” “You would do anything to make it up to me, wouldn’t you?” he leaned forward towards her. “Nice. Remember those words cause if my meeting doesn’t go well, you’ll have to be doing a lot to make it up to me.” “I-” “Here,” he took off his sunglasses in the most dramatic manner. “Take a good look at my face and pray you never get to see it again cause if you do, i don’t think it’ll be a pleasant experience.” She simply lowered her gaze, unable to utter anymore words. A smirk made its way to Wilson’s face as he adjusted his jacket and turned to leave. “Oh, one more thing,” he added, taking a pause. “In case you were wondering who I was and if my threats were empty or not, do yourself the favour of checking my name on the internet. It’s Wilson. Wilson Locke.” Aware of the stares and whispers around him, Wilson returned his glasses back to their original position and walked out of the coffee shop. He chuckled to himself and waved at his driver who was waiting patiently for him outside the coffee shop. “Sir,” his driver walked towards him and on noticing his empty hands, asked. “Didn’t you get the coffee? Or were they out of coffee?” “No,” he shook his head, placing the sunglasses in his driver’s hand as he stepped into his car. “I needed the coffee cause I was a bit nervous. Now I’m not. I’ve been reassured on the effect I have on people so I’m feeling really great!” “Oh,” his driver replied him, pulling his seatbelt towards him. “That’s great, sir.” “It is,” he took off his jacket at dropped it next to him. “Right. Tell Karen to get me a new jacket and shirt. I can’t be really brand specific right now but whatever store she’s going to be getting it from, she better make sure it’s the most expensive one they have in stock.” “Okay, sir.” “And tell her it needs to be in my office within the next fifteen minutes.” “Yes, sir.”