The Billionaire's Bargain

Chapter 4

One week went by, and Chelsea successfully sorted out the hospital bill, her mother was been discharged.

She never imagined she dared to save her mother's life until she was faced with such a critical situation.

….

In their sitting room.

"Mom," Chelsea called out, her voice filled with sweetness and joy, tinged with relief and gratitude.

"Yes, sweetie," the mom replied softly, her voice carrying a hint of weariness but also overflowing with love and affection.

In the softly lit room, she sat with a cup of water in her right hand and a bag of medication in her left. She was on the verge of taking the prescribed drugs from the hospital when Chelsea entered. The sight of her mother at that moment brought Chelsea an overwhelming sense of peace and reassurance.

"There you are, Mom!" Chelsea exclaimed with a bright smile, her voice filled with warmth and affection.

“Good morning, Mom. How was your night?” Chelsea inquired, her tone gentle and caring.

"I am blessed, sweetie," she replied gratefully, squeezing Chelsea's hand. "Thank you. May the Almighty bless you, my darling." Her eyes shone with tears of gratitude as she spoke, reaching out to gently stroke Chelsea's cheek.

“Aww, Mom," Chelsea said, feeling tears forming in her eyes. "Now you're going to make me cry!" She reached out and hugged her mother tightly, her heart full of emotion. "I just did what any daughter would do."

"I love you, sweetie," she said, giving Chelsea a warm hug.

"I love you even more, Mom," Chelsea replied, planting a gentle kiss on her mother's forehead.

Love and emotion filled the room as they hugged each other tightly, their arms wrapped around each other in a warm embrace, their bond felt in the air.

"Oh no!" Chelsea exclaimed, reluctantly pulling away from her mother's embrace. "I have to get going, Mom." She stood up, a sense of urgency in her movements, knowing that she had a strict boss to deal with and every second counted.

"Okay, sweetie,”, "Have a great day at work, okay? And please, take care of yourself." Her mom said, reaching out to give Chelsea's hand a reassuring squeeze, her eyes brimming with affection. "Remember, Mom loves you so much.”

"I will!" Chelsea replied with a smile, giving her mother a quick hug before hurrying out the door for work.

"Thank you, Almighty, for blessing me with a daughter like her," her mom whispered with gratitude as she watched her exit through the door.

"Today, I can't afford to be late for work," Chelsea reminded herself firmly.

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With a racing heart, Chelsea rushed to the office, silently praying that she wouldn't cross paths with her boss. As she approached the building, she noticed an eerie stillness, adding to her anxiety.

"Thank you, Jesus!" Chelsea exclaimed with relief, raising her hands in a brief, thankful gesture. A sense of elation washed over her as she realized she had arrived on time. "I'm not late at all!" she declared triumphantly, a wide smile spreading across her face.

With a nervous flutter in her stomach, Chelsea pressed the elevator button for her boss's top-floor office, her heart racing as she waited anxiously for it to arrive.

"Hey, Miss Chelsea, wait up!" A voice called out, slicing through the air from outside the elevator.

"Oops!" Chelsea muttered under her breath, feeling a pang of unease as her boss's voice echoed through the corridor. Luck wasn't always on her side, and the sound sent a shiver down her spine.

The elevator ride up filled Chelsea with relief, knowing she had entered before her boss. She quickly headed to her corner, offering a brief prayer for the day ahead before her boss arrived.

"Good morning, sir!" Chelsea greeted with a warm smile as her boss entered the office.

"How dare you ignore me? Didn't you hear me calling for you?" Mr. Elliott barked, his tone laced with anger.

"I'm sorry, sir, I must not have heard you," Chelsea replied, her voice tinged with apprehension

The room was thick with tension as Chelsea attempted to diffuse her boss's anger. With a forced calmness, she approached him and inquired,

"How was your night, sir?" her voice was tight with apprehension.

Mr. Elliott, unable to believe his ears, shot Chelsea a disdainful side glance as he brushed past her and entered the restroom.

"I'm sorry, sir," Chelsea stammered, her voice trembling with regret.

"I need those reports on my desk before I get back. And make sure they're flawless this time," Mr. Elliott commanded, his tone reflecting the tension from their previous strategic planning session with the department heads.

"Yes, Sir, I'll get right on it," Chelsea assured him with a nod, determined to meet his expectations this time.

As she left for her office to prepare the file, Chelsea encountered Edward at the door. Mr. Elliott's close friend, Edward exuded charm with his kind demeanor and handsome appearance, which Chelsea found endearing.

"Hey, beautiful!" Edward greeted Chelsea warmly as he bumped into her on her way out.

Good morning, sir! How may I assist you? You can't just enter my boss's office," Chelsea asserted firmly, gesturing to halt Edward's advance.

"Hahaha! Woohoo!" Edward chuckled. "Easy, girl, I'm Edward, his friend," he explained as he pushed the door open slightly.

“No, no, please, sir," Chelsea argued repeatedly, her voice firm as she followed him back inside the office.

"Hey, buddy!" Mr. Elliott's voice echoed from the restroom as he made his way out. Mr. Edward stood up, a broad smile spreading across his face, and the two men warmly embraced each other, patting each other on the back.

"Where is the file?" Mr. Elliott demanded from Chelsea, his expression stern and devoid of any hint of a smile, as if he had never even heard of laughter

Puzzled, Chelsea noticed the abrupt change in Mr. Elliott's demeanor, from smiling moments ago to appearing unapproachable now

"I'm sorry, sir, I was thinking..." Chelsea began but was cut off before she could finish her sentence.

"You're such an i***t! Go get the file, you fool!" Mr. Elliott barked.

"Okay, sir," Chelsea replied quietly, acknowledging Mr. Elliott's command.

"Hey, and get a cup of coffee as well, and make it snappy," he ordered curtly.

"Come on, man, don't be too hard on the poor girl," Edward interjected, tapping his finger on the table for emphasis.

“You don't tell me how to treat my employees, man," Mr. Elliott retorted sharply, his tone brooking no argument.

"Oh, please!" Edward muttered under his breath. He wasn't surprised, though. He knew Mr. Elliott's reputation for ill-mannered treatment of employees, and many people were sick of it.

"Who is she, by the way?" Edward asked, attempting to inquire about Chelsea.

"She's my new secretary," Mr. Elliott stated plainly. "Why do you ask?”.

"What about Mrs. Sarah?" Edward asked, his gaze sharpening as he watched Chelsea enter with a file in her hand.

"Oh, yeah, that incompetent fellow? I fired her," Mr. Elliott replied dismissively. "She wasn't proactive at all. Can you imagine that?”

"Elliott, ease up on the anger and strictness with your employees," Edward urged, his tone pleading. Elliott fell silent, turning to Chelsea as she entered the office.

“Here's the file and the coffee, sir," Chelsea said softly, her hands trembling slightly as she placed them on the table. She was eager to please him, despite his earlier harsh words.

"Any tasks for me today, sir?" Chelsea asked eagerly, standing tall with an attentive posture, awaiting her boss's response.

"I want you to take over that $500,000 deal with the chief registrar," Mr. Elliott instructed firmly. "Make sure it is perfectly carried out.”

This deal between Sterling company and the chief registrar group of companies is important and challenging. Despite being worth over $500,000, it hasn't been completed yet.

"Ok, sir, I understand," Chelsea replied obediently, her tone subdued as she accepted the task.

“One o'clock on the dot, perfect timing, man. Come on, let's go have some lunch. It's my treat," Edward cut in sharply with a smile, referring to Mr Elliott.

“Okay, okay, okay," He chuckled, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Cancel all my meetings today, Miss Chelsea," Mr. Elliott commanded. Noticing that she was lost in her thoughts, standing motionless and deep in contemplation about the daunting task ahead

He approached quietly, observing Chelsea as she brushed her hair off her face, deep in thought. He couldn't help but admire her beauty, her seriousness adding to her allure. With a gentle touch, he sought to draw her attention away from her contemplation.

"Oh, heaven!" Chelsea gasped, startled

by how close he got. Her heart raced wildly, and she found herself holding her breath, frozen in place as she watched him.