Billionaire bloodline

It’s my first day at work today, and I am very nervous as I will be working for a company that is one of the biggest companies in the world. Benerly’s empire has branches all across United States . I get to be a junior accountant in a branch that is here in New York. I put on my 5 inch heels that match my black blouse and a pencil skirt that reaches just above my knees. My not-so-visible curves and round buttocks are not doing justice to my outfit. I have a slim waist and a slender body, but I have just a reasonable size for my booty and curves. I put on a coat that is longer than my skirt; I can’t have people gawking at me on my first day. I know I am very sexy in tight clothing and am not going to ruin work conduct. And well, I am a bit shy which is definitely going to be a problem, I have to find a way to deal with it though. I tie my black curly hair into a bun and do my edges. I have never applied makeup, as I never had time to check what was in it. I am a very pretty, dark-skinned woman with big brown eyes and a smile for days. I have the looks, so I never had time to look at makeup. I took my laptop bag and a purse and made my way to the kitchen. I owned a small apartment that my father bought as a birthday gift. I love that soul with everything in me. I took out a bowl and poured some cereal and milk into it. I grabbed a chair and had my breakfast. While I was eating, I ordered some waffles with ice cream and a cup of cappuccino from a bakery nearby my apartment. After eating, I placed the bowl in the sink, took my things, and went out. I got inside my Mini Cooper that I am still paying off. You probably think I'm some rich kid with everything, but that’s not true; my parents worked their asses off for me and my siblings. We never had everything, but we had enough, and I will forever be grateful. I started the car and went straight to the bakery. "Cleo, my favourite customer." Said Miss Gladse. As I stopped on the drive-through of her café. She is in her middle 40s and still very beautiful, with a smile that brightens your mood like the sun on a cloudy day. She is so kind and generous; I love her. "How are you, Miss Gladse?" I said with a huge smile on my face. "I am good, my child," she said, handing me my order. The smell of the freshly baked waffles enveloped my nostrils, and my mouth immediately watered. "I put two extra waffles with ice cream as a good luck gift on your first day at work." A smile flashed across her face. "Oh, I can’t wait to get my hands on them; thank you so much. Have a good day." I took the bag and the cappuccino, placed them on the seat, and waved her goodbye. She is like a mother to me; I have known her since I started varsity here, as I am away from my mother, and I worked for her for a year before I got a 6-month internship at a bank just before this new job. I live away from home because I fell in love with the city during my varsity years. I love the weather more in this city, as my skin is very sensitive to cold, so I prefer warm weather. I was playing Power by Amanda Black as I waited for the robot to turn green. I am really not that motivated by any quotes, but music has a way of being in touch with my inner soul, so I guess I understand music better. I took a sip of my creamy cappuccino, and it awakened my senses just as the lights turned green. I arrived at the building’s parking lot and parked my car. I opened my waffles and indulged in them. I could taste every ingredient in them; it was so palatable. Mam G. is an amazing baker, and I plan on investing in her business once I start making real money. You can taste the love she makes her food with, and it’s amazing. I was an hour early for work, and that’s why I decided to enjoy my food in my car. I already know my way around the offices, as I was given a tour before the interview. I haven’t met all the staff, including the CEO, but apparently I will be seeing a lot of him since he will be in this branch for a whole six months as this branch was recently opened. When I was done eating every bit of my delicious waffles, I wiped my hands and mouth with a soviet; it was thirty minutes after my arrival. I took my laptop bag, purse, and paper bag, locked the car, threw the waste away in the trash bin next to the car, and headed to the entrance. I used my thumb print to enter; this building was exquisite and top-notch. You could tell that the owner was a wealthy man—not just a wealthy man but a billionaire. I had to do research about the owner when I was preparing for the interview; there isn’t much about his family or his personal life on the internet; it’s only his achievements in the industry. As I entered, I was met by a familiar face. It is Zane, the receptionist. She was on a call, and I waved my hand to her as I headed to the lift, and she politely returned the gesture. She is quite a beautiful lady, and she wears very skimpy dresses. I am not saying anything about that, just wondering how they comfortably do it. I got inside the elevator and pressed 4, and just as it closed, I caught a glimpse of the perfectly built body of a guy in the most stylish suit making his way inside the building. "God, that body." I winced at myself. There’s no crime in admiring, as much as I know that I won’t get that body or that guy.