Groomed For The Billionaire

You're The Boss

The New York sun beat down mercilessly on the construction site, sending heat waves across the concrete slabs and steel girders. Scott Millhone wiped his brow, tugging at the collar of his crisp white shirt, already damp with sweat. The site buzzed with activity, machines roared, hammers pounded, and a chorus of voices shouted instructions back and forth. He moved with purpose, clipboard in hand, eyes scanning the plans, double-checking every measurement and notation.

“Okay, listen up!” Scott’s voice cut through the noise, firm and controlled. The contractors paused, all eyes on him. “We’re not just building another restaurant here. This is the Casagrande project. If Dante sees even a single flaw this weekend, we’re done. Understand me? Precision, accuracy, no shortcuts. If you see an issue, you fix it immediately. No excuses.”

A tall contractor, wearing a neon vest that contrasted sharply with his tanned arms, nodded. “Understood, sir. We’ve got it under control.”

“You better,” Scott replied sharply. “We cannot afford to mess this up, not when we’re talking about the Casagrandes. This isn’t just about money, it’s about reputation. You screw this, it’s on your head. Get it?”

The men murmured assent, and Scott moved down the scaffolding, stopping at a set of blueprints pinned to a temporary board. He traced a finger along the lines, muttering under his breath. “This documentation error… How did this even happen? Someone double check everything. I don’t care who, but I want this right before Dante steps foot here.”

From behind him, a soft voice interrupted.

“Sir… you’ve got a call from the office. They said it’s urgent.”

Scott didn’t turn around immediately. “Mandy, I told you, office calls later. I’m busy.”

Mandy leaned closer, her voice softer now, playful. “Are you okay, Scott? You seem stressed. Maybe you need a break?”

He finally looked at her, offering a tight smile. “I’m fine. Really. Let’s focus on the site. You should go back to the office.”

Mandy was not just his assistant, she was his friend. Her parents were very close to his mother, they helped her when she was struggling after he lost his dad. So he didn't think twice asking Mandy to work for him.

She stepped closer, her tone light. “I mean… I can stay here with you. Make sure you don’t work yourself into the ground.”

Scott shook his head, suppressing a sigh. “Mandy… seriously, focus on your own work. The contractors need my attention, not you hovering.”

She pouted slightly, feigning disappointment, and whispered, “Just trying to help…” before giving him a quick, playful glance. He returned to the blueprints, muttering instructions to the nearest crew, ignoring her subtle attempt at attention.

Scott’s voice carried across the site again, authoritative. “Listen, recheck all the electrical conduits on the east wing.”

“Yes, sir!” the team chorused.

Scott walked along the edge of the construction area, observing the workers’ movements, correcting mistakes in real time. He crouched to check the alignment of a steel beam, gesturing to the foreman. “Move this four inches to the left. That’s the tolerance. Not an inch more, not an inch less.”

“Got it,” the foreman replied, adjusting with a grumble.

Mandy appeared again, carrying a clipboard, her expression concerned but also slightly flirtatious. “Coffee?” she asked, tilting her head.

“Not now,” Scott said without looking up. “We have too much to do. Maybe later.”

The day wore on, the sun climbing higher, sweat trickling down Scott’s back. He barked orders, inspected every corner, and occasionally corrected small but crucial mistakes. By mid-afternoon, the intensity of the heat forced him to step back and take a break. He strode to his car parked near the edge of the site, popping open the trunk to grab a bottle of water.

As he unscrewed the cap and took a long gulp, his mind wandered. He pulled out his phone, scrolling through contacts to call Sofia. A small smile played on his lips as he tapped the number, waiting as it rang.

“Hello?” Sofia’s voice came through, warm and clear, tinged with curiosity.

“Hey, Sofia,” he said, leaning against the car. “How are you doing?”

“I’m good,” she replied. “Just… trying to make it to the club later. What about you?”

“I’m swamped,” he admitted, glancing back at the construction site where the crew continued to work under the blazing sun. “But it’s necessary.”

“I can imagine,” Sofia said with a chuckle. “Sounds intense.”

“It is,” he said, swallowing another sip of water. “I don’t get a break. Every mistake, every delay, it’s on me. I can’t afford to slip up. But I’m managing.”

Sofia’s tone softened. “You always do. You’re… reliable.”

Scott allowed himself a small smile, leaning back against the car. “Thanks. That means a lot.”

They fell into a comfortable silence for a moment, listening to the distant hum of machinery and the occasional shout of a worker. Scott glanced at the sun creeping lower in the sky.

“I'll be coming to the club tonight, I need to have a chat with Marcus about extension.”

“Wow, that's impressive. I'll be leaving home soon.”

“Alright then, I look forward to seeing you tonight.”

“Me too, Mr. Stranger.”

He chuckled, a sound rare for him when buried in work. “I'm hurt,” he playfully clutched his chest.

“I know you're not.”

“You've broken my heart, I didn't know you considered me a stranger, and here I was thinking we're already friends.”

“Owww, we're friends now?” She teased. “Do you think it's okay to be friends with my boss? That's against the workplace etiquette.”

“What does that even mean? Last time I checked, I made the rules and I think it's not a big deal keeping that particular rule aside.”

“Interesting, the lawmaker is breaking the law. Alright Mr. Millhone, you're the boss here, so whatever you say stands.”

“I agree with you on this one.” He laughed, just then one of the workers signalled to him that he's attention is needed. “Uhmmmm, Sofia I think I have to go now. Work calls.”

“Alright then Boss.”

“See you tonight.” He said before hanging up.

A smile splashed across his face as he went back to work.