The Billionaire's Forced Alliance

Chapter One

The meeting with the Governor was going extremely well, and the old man seemed very impressed with the project planning, Ben mused. Currently, he was sitting in front of Mr. Abott, and discussing about the hotel project in a much precise manner.

"Oh, call me Patrick, Ben." The old man chuckled. "You're a bright young man. I loved the hotel plan. And I don't doubt about the competence of Isabella Group, I've heard a lot of good reviews of the company."

Ben smiled. "Yes, just because it's a government sanctioned dream plan, the best Group of Hotels should build it, I think. And my company is no doubt the best in business."

Patrick nodded his head. "The president has planned to make this hotel a luxurious centre point for government officials and also, a place of entertainment and conferences, hence, I would need to run down your plan by him."

"Yes, sure, Patrick. Here's the detailed blueprint and plan which I've done, show it to Mr. President." Ben gave him a file and then got up. "Thank you so much for your time. I'll take your leave now."

Patrick got up and shook hands with him. "I'll call you with good news, boy. There's something about you, something that's fascinating and fresh to see."

Ben wanted to ask him what, but using his greater sense, he didn't. He just nod his head at him and left. It was a start. It was a very good start, to be honest. From the past four days, he had been planning a detailed proposal for his appointment with Patrick, and by God's grace, everything had gone super well. He came out of the old man's house in Texas and started for the airport.

Reaching New York just in time for dinner, he grabbed himself a packet of instant noodles and entered his condo in a hurry. He didn't need any housekeeper, because he lived alone. The Hamiltons lived in Texas, and without them, he felt kinda lost in New York, because he couldn't deny that the only permanent connection in his life was with the Hamilton Family.

He only had a house servant who came once in the morning to clean the three-thousand square feet condominium when he was in office. His name was Rob. Rob was a young man of twenty, and he had boyish charms with a thick thatch of black hair surrounding his head, and thin-rimmed glasses adorned on his eyes.

Ben sat on the couch, switching on the television to a sports channel and adding hot water to the instant noodles and watched it boil. Grabbing the plastic spoon, he gobbled it up hastily as his stomach churned with hunger. He missed having a family here in New York. To be brutally honest, family was the last thing he needed, and he already had a family- in the Hamiltons.

One family was enough. The last thing he wanted was entanglement. That's why he didn't wanna start his own family, being a ladies' man was perfect; there was no attachment, he could sleep around, fool around with any woman of his choice. There was only one thing that was more important than anything else now, he wanted to make Isabella Group a highly successful and profitable chain of hotels and resorts, partly because he wanted Alex to be proud, and partly because he had worked here for five years, and he cherished and loved this company and its staff.

Two days later, when he was brainstorming on an ongoing project in India, he heard his phone ring. He picked up in one instant. "Hi, how are you, Patrick?"

The other end bumbled. "Good. Listen, Ben, the president is interested in your Group. He wants to hear your proposal and finalise it. We'll be needing a written consent of all of your board members, and if not all, at least the majority and the ones who own the most shares."

"So, can Alex be one of them?"

"Alex, as in?"

"Mr. Alexander Hamilton, the founder and chairperson."