Made for you: The Billionaire's Heart

(The Meeting) (Ava's Pov) Olivia's panicked voice pierced through the phone. "Where are you?" she cried out, her worry detectable. "I'm on my way, Olivia," I replied hastily, desperately searching for a cab. I clung to the cab door tightly, my eyes locked onto a woman who was also competing for the same cab. "I got to it first, you should find another one," she argued. I scoffed, unbelieving at her audacity. "Do I look stupid to you? I reached it before you. Please find another cab." "Isn't it too early for trouble?" the woman asked. "Not," I retorted, unlocking the door, only to be forcefully shoved aside, causing me to stumble and fall to the ground. I watched as the woman triumphantly entered the cab, a smug grin spreading across her face as it drove away. "f**k you, b***h!" I yelled, furiously flipping her off. As I struggled to get up, nursing a small cut on my knee, I hailed the next cab and climbed inside. My phone continued to ring incessantly. "I'm on my way," I managed to say, my voice choked as I fought back the tears welling up inside me. Why was Olivia so worried? It was clear that nothing would change even if I arrived on time. I was already in dire financial waterways, and the threat of losing my shop would be the final blow. I hoped that my pleas would finally be heard this time. Stepping out of the cab, I thanked the driver and ran as fast as my feet would carry me. Olivia stood outside, her hands covering her mouth as she anxiously paced back and forth. "Olivia," I called out, my voice filled with anticipation. "They're putting the shop up for sale," Olivia informed me, her words heavy with despair. "What?" I approached the man standing in front of my shop, annoyance etched on my face. "Excuse me, sir," I began, my voice brimming with frustration. "This is wrong. I'm only a month late with the rent." The man, clearly used to such complaints, furrowed his brow and brushed me off. Ignoring the grievances of other shop owners, he turned to face me. "I'm simply doing my job, Miss. If you have any complaints, take them to the office. I'm sure you'll find a satisfactory answer there. Yelling and throwing tantrums won't solve anything," he retorted before returning to his duties. Defeated, I walked back to where Olivia stood, confusion and exhaustion consuming me. I surveyed the scene, my thoughts paralyzed. "Shouldn't we go to their office and file a complaint, like he suggested?" Olivia offered, attempting to find a glimmer of hope in this dire situation. Well, that didn't seem like a terrible idea. I couldn't just stand there and watch my hard work crumble to ashes. Baking and running this shop had become my entire life. It provided for my family and allowed me to support my younger brother's education. He was just a high schooler, and I couldn't afford to lose everything. "I'll be right back, Olivia," I quickly reassured her. Hailing a cab, I jumped in before any other opportunist could steal it away. My mind raced with possibilities and potential solutions, but none seemed promising. Arriving at the office, I stepped out of the cab, taking a deep breath before plunging into the chaotic scene. I was stunned to see the sheer number of people facing the same crisis as me. Pushing through the crowd, I finally reached the desk of one of the staff members. Her eyes darted from person to person, overwhelmed by the sea of pitiful faces crying out for attention. "Excuse me," I interjected, attempting to grab her attention. But it was in vain. "I just need to ask a question. Who is in charge here? I need to speak to someone with authority." My attempts fell on deaf ears as the staff member busily attended to others. Frustrated, I turned to the man who had spoken earlier from the crowd. "It seems like she's not paying any attention to anyone's demands," I whispered, biting my lower lip anxiously. "Don't bother, dear. You're just wasting your time," the man advised a tinge of resignation in his voice. "I don't think she pays attention to any of our grievances." "But I can't give up. I need to speak to someone in charge. My livelihood is at stake here," I replied, gritting my teeth in determination. "You could always try to speak to the owner, Mr. Drone," the man offered, piquing my curiosity. "But it's difficult to meet him nowadays." I sighed, realizing it might be yet another dead end. But I couldn't give up. My livelihood was at stake, and I couldn't just accept defeat without a fight. I needed to find a way to speak to Mr. Drone, no matter how difficult it seemed. As I stood there amidst the chaos, The man spoke again. "I remember hearing from a friend that Mr. Drone will be attending a function at the "SEA GALLERY" this evening, it might be your only chance" I turned now facing him, "Isn't that place for fancy rich people?" I asked, wondering if someone like me would be allowed to enter. The man shrugged It was a long shot, but I had nothing to lose. I decided to head there and see if luck was on my side. I thank the man. Pushing my way through the crowd as I head out. I was able to get home on time to put on something presentable, I heard an Exhibition would be held there tonight. Do fancy people fill their lives with meaningless stuff? Able to get in, I spotted an empty table in the corner and quickly claimed it. I anxiously glanced around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Mr. Drone. Minutes turned into hours, and I was beginning to lose hope. But just as I was about to give up, a chubby man in a suit walked through the door. It was him - Mr. Drone. My heart raced as I stood up from my table and walked towards him. I could feel the stares of the guests and patrons on me, but I couldn't let that distract me. This was my chance. "Mr. Drone," I called out, my voice filled with determination. "I need to speak with you. It's a matter of utmost importance." He glanced at me, his expression showing a hint of surprise. "Who are you?" he asked, clearly not recognizing me. "I'm the owner of the shop you're planning to put on sale," I explained, my voice a mix of desperation and determination. "I need some more time to pay my rent. Please, I beg you, reconsider." Mr. Drone's eyes hardened as he looked at me and back to the guest whose attentions were now fixated on us, and he sighed. "I understand your predicament. But you must understand that I have my responsibilities." Tears welled up in my eyes, making it difficult to speak. "Please," I pleaded, my voice cracking. "I've worked so hard for that shop. It's everything to me. Just a little more time, that's all I'm asking for." Mr. Drone looked at me for a moment, clearly annoyed, and then, unexpectedly, he nodded. "Young lady, I heard residents in that area don't pay on time and I have invested ready to pay well for that capital, and just as you are a businesswoman, I am also a businessman, I make a living from there, " he said "But, putting it on sale is a bit much" I simply added His eyes filled with rage, "and who are you to tell me what to do young lady, you young folk are the problem of the society, acting all high and smart" he wailed I could hear murmuring and laughter from the crowd as I listened to more insulting words Mr. Drone had to offer. Mr. Drone nodded and gave me a loathing look. "I hope everything works out for you," he said before walking away, leaving me stunned and confused. I can't just sit and do nothing, what the hell was he saying, my shop, my livelihood was crashing before me, and all he could say was that. I stood up ready to storm after him, but a hand caught me, preventing me from moving. "Let go of me" I yelled, causing an uproar. My eyes darted at the security of the gallery that was heading towards my way. Holding me tight, the voice whispered in my ear, "Except you want to be further humiliated, I suggest you calm down and follow my lead" I remained calm, my eyes glancing from the securities to Mr. Drone. Knowing what I came for was a dead end. I shamefully followed the stranger outside, trying to avoid the eyes that were now fixed on me. We stopped moving, too ashamed and hurt to stare at my savior, I sobbed, letting out the tears I had managed to suppress all through the day. "Hey" the warm yet husky voice called out to me, his hand slowly lifting my chin as I stared face to face with the most handsome features I have ever set my eyes on. He was like an angel, with those golden hair and blue eyes, he was so alluring. Holding his gaze, I froze, unable to look away. He smiled, dimples appearing at each side of his cheeks. How can a man be this beautiful and tempting at the same time? "Are you okay love" …… he asked, I hiccuped lost for words.