A Billionaire wants to love too

Lay sat at his desk, sipping his coffee as he looked over the latest financial reports. His cosmetics company had been doing well, but there was always room for improvement. Remi, his assistant, walked in, carrying a stack of papers. "Good morning, Lay," she said, setting the papers down on his desk. "I have the latest sales figures for our new line of lipsticks. They're doing really well." Lay smiled. "That's great news, Remi. Let's keep pushing that line and see if we can increase sales even more." Remi nodded, taking a seat across from Lay. She was a capable and efficient assistant, and Lay trusted her completely. Together, they went over the latest marketing strategies and brainstormed new ideas to promote their products. As the morning went on, Lay's phone rang. It was a reporter from a major fashion magazine, requesting an interview. Lay agreed, but asked for Remi to handle the details. He was a busy man, and didn't have time to deal with every little thing. Remi made the necessary arrangements, and the interview was scheduled for the following week. Lay took a break from his work, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes. He was grateful for Remi's help, but also for his success. He had worked hard to get where he was, but he never forgot how lucky he was to be doing something he loved. Suddenly, the door to the office burst open. A young woman with long blonde hair rushed in, her eyes wide and panicked. "Lay, we have a problem," she said, gasping for breath. "The new shipment of eyeshadow palettes is delayed. The supplier is having issues with their production line, and we won't have the product in time for our launch." Lay frowned. This was bad news. The eyeshadow palettes were a big part of their new line, and without them, the launch would be a disaster. He turned to Remi, who was already on her feet, ready to take action. "Remi, can you look into this?" Lay asked. "Of course, Lay," she said, already picking up the phone. "I'll get in touch with the supplier and see what we can do to speed up production." Lay watched as Remi worked her magic, making calls and sending emails, doing everything in her power to fix the problem. He admired her determination and efficiency, knowing that without her help, he would be lost. Hours passed, and Remi was still hard at work. Lay had been watching her from his desk, impressed with her dedication. He knew how much work she put in, and he was grateful for it. "Remi, take a break," Lay said, standing up from his desk. "You've been working non-stop for hours. Let me take over for a bit." Remi looked up, surprised. "Are you sure, Lay? There's still so much to do." Lay nodded. "I'm sure. You've been working hard, and you deserve a break." Remi smiled gratefully, standing up and stretching her arms. "Thank you, Lay. I appreciate it." As Remi stepped out of the office, Lay took a deep breath, preparing to dive into the work. He began sifting through the papers on his desk, making notes and sending emails. But as the afternoon wore on, Lay found himself getting distracted. His mind kept drifting back to Remi, and how much he relied on her. He couldn't help but think about how much easier his life was with Remi around. She took care of everything, from scheduling meetings to ordering lunch. She was always there, ready to help. He started thinking about the time when he first met her. A few months back… "Guess I'll be pulling another all nighter." Lay said while he sat behind his desk in his spacious office, his gaze fixed on the stack of papers in front of him. He had been working tirelessly for the past few hours, trying to finalise a new line of cosmetics that his company was planning to launch. At only 22 years old, he had built his own empire from scratch. Three years ago, he had started a company that specialised in cosmetics and skincare products, and now it was one of the most successful companies in the industry. His success had come at a cost, however. Lay had become so busy that he barely had time for himself, let alone for anyone else. His staff had been urging him to hire a personal assistant for months now, but he had always shrugged off the idea, thinking that he could handle everything on his own. But the workload had been piling up, and he was starting to feel the strain. After much persuasion, Lay had finally relented and agreed to hire an assistant. He had put out an ad, and within hours, his inbox had been flooded with resumes from eager candidates. But none of them had caught his eye. He was looking for someone who was smart, efficient, and could keep up with his fast-paced lifestyle. As he was about to give up, he stumbled upon a resume that piqued his interest. It was from a girl named Remi, who had recently graduated from college and was looking for her first job. Her qualifications were impressive, and her cover letter showed a sense of confidence and bravery that he had rarely seen in other candidates. Lay decided to invite her for an interview. A few days later, Remi walked into Lay's office for the interview. She was a petite girl, with dark hair and a bright smile that lit up her face. Lay couldn't help but notice her clumsiness as she tripped over her own feet and stumbled into his desk, knocking over a stack of papers. "I'm so sorry," she said, her face turning red with embarrassment. "I'm not usually this clumsy." Lay couldn't help but chuckle at her clumsiness, but he was impressed by her confidence. "It's okay," he said, trying to put her at ease. "We all have our moments." He went back to interviewing her and asked her questions regarding the work she'll be receiving once she gets the job. Remi didn't stutter once and gave all the answers with reasonable explanation and logic behind her words. She passed with flying colours.