One Year in the World of a Billionaire

POV of Sophia I sigh in irritation as I spin my chair around my small office while slowly biting my bottom lips and looking at the picture of my employer and other information about him on my laptop. As much as I want to follow Luna's advice, I am dreadfully afraid. Frightened of my employer. I was worried about his opinion of me. I was worried that he would criticize me today the same way he did yesterday when he called me clumsy. However, I have to give it a shot. He must assist me. I want my grandma to live, so she can see my white wedding and the children I have, who will visit her while I'm at work. How can I ensure that grandma survives if I don't tell my boss about the ostensible assistance I need? Where will I find the cash the doctor asked us for? When I get married in four or five years, would grandma still be around? I close my eyes, twirling my straight black hair while mumbling to myself in memory of the hot boy I met at the club Luna and I visited last week. Until he asked me to give him a blowjob in the bar, I believed I had finally been successful in finding myself a wealthy, attractive lover. Gosh! I felt very ashamed. I assumed that was all there was to it and I was eager to experience my first s*x, but when he revealed how he takes pleasure in s*x, I knew I had to get away. He enjoys beating women because he is a f*****g s*x maniac. I'm abruptly awakened by the intercom's buzzing noise. I take the intercom and spin the swivel chair back in a businesslike manner. I've learned to put all of my worries on hold whenever work is at hand thanks to Charles Alex Russell, my boss. He detests being unprofessional. He despises clumsy workers, so occasionally I used to wonder why I hadn't been fired. His rich, husky voice blasts into the intercom, "Ms. Romano," making me aware of what I've been thinking. I respond with "Yes, sir" as I listen intently. Anything I don't want to miss. He commands sternly, "Come to my office right away. He hangs up the phone before I can respond, and I do the same, taking deep breaths to calm my anxieties and give me the strength to discuss my issues when I ultimately enter his office. Let's just hope he's happy. Today, I'll use Luna's advice to my advantage, and that will help me decide how to go tomorrow. I'll be forced to go in search of Frederick Alberto, the man who enjoys harming women if he doesn't assist me. I leave my office and make my way quickly to my boss's office. One hour earlier, I had gone to bring him coffee, and he hadn't even given me a glance. | wonder why he is asking for my attendance at this time. Unless it's urgent, he always calls me to let me know what has to be done. I wait at the door while lightly knocking, my heart pounding furiously. I enter after hearing him echo "Yes." His laptop is open in front of him, and I see him writing on a blank sheet of paper. He seemed busy. I am aware of his dislike of being disturbed when he is working. What is his goal? I tell him, "I'm here, sir," which prompts him to turn to face me. "Sit!" I fall to the chair opposite his big desk, which is covered in a ton of paperwork, as he orders. He directs a sharp glare at me and stares at me intently, saying, "Paul Michael wrote an email and you didn't let me know about it." I mentally chastise myself for wasting my time browsing his information on the internet rather than getting to work as I swallow a lump. The emails were overlooked by me. I responded with my hands trembling on my lap, "I checked the mail before leaving work on Saturday, I think it just came in this morning. My anxiety has caused them to perspire. He seemed unconvinced. You haven't been to your workplace, have you? "I have." "So, what have you been up to?" He politely asks. I'm shocked that he isn't screaming at me today as he usually does. Is this a positive omen? Should I continue telling him about my issues? He motions for me to take a file, and I do so. "Before you begin working on this file, check your mail. Before returning this file, I want you to sort them alphabetically and then respond to his email. I must have them by lunchtime." I obediently take the file from him and say, "Ok, sir." Good ", nodding. "You may leave." I nod my head and get to my feet, chewing my lip as I choose whether to tell him about my issue now or save it for after I do my first work for the day. "What? What keeps you here?" He is already holding the pen while looking up at me. I shook my head, losing faith in myself. I'm sorry, T. He commands with unyielding firmness, "Wait," which causes me to stop walking and close my eyes. I'm attempting to increase my bravery and self-assurance. I must complete this. Grandma requires this. I do a U-turn and bowed my head. "Sir, I have to tell you something." There is a pause. I raise an eyebrow as he remains silent. Why doesn't he speak? He has his two hands below his jaw and is simply observing me. I made the choice to go on. I fumble with my fingers as I stammer, "Hmmm...I need a favor, sir." "Due to her legs, my grandmother requires surgery. I need to make a deposit with the doctor " What do you desire? He was impatient and interrupted me. I take a deep breath out and offer a silent prayer before I speak. "$20 000 is required for the operation. I would like to ask the business for a loan, which I would repay with my paycheck." He seemed astonished, so I wonder whether he'll pitch in. Do you want to be paid a whole year's wage upfront? Reality slams into me. I didn't even do the math. Will paying my grandma's salary cost me a year's wages? Wow! I humbly nod. He sits back in the chair and gives me a long, thoughtful look while intently observing me. I look away as his eyes bore deep into me for fear of making him refuse to assist me if our eyes connect. My heartbeat quickened with excitement. I'm dying in silence. Will he or won't he assist? He should simply state whether it is a yes or a no. I will take anything he says with a positive attitude; it is not the end of the world. I'm just going to choose my last resort. become the slut of Frederick. My mouth dropped open in shock, and my heart skipped a beat when he said, "I will help you." I feel a huge wave of relief and almost fall to my knees in gratitude. I wish you well! I was supplication privately. I exclaim with joy, "Thank you, sir," and my face cracks into a smile. "Very much appreciated, sir. God's grace." "But there is a catch, he says, interrupting me with an expressionless face. a predicate? What circumstance? As a frown touches my lips, I question myself. My heartbeat picks back up the speed. frantically thumping as if it may soon burst out of my chest. He blatantly declares, "I want you to be my wife," without even flinching. It takes some time before his sentence really registers in my understanding. As soon as I've taken it all in, I scream aloud in shock and with my mouth open. "What?!" He nods now and then, "Yes." However, it will only last a year. "What?!"