The Betrayed Billionaire

Appointed

"Characterize people by their actions and you will never be fooled by their words."

"Are you two hundred percent sure it was him?" Kat asked the same question for the tenth time, and I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Yes, Kat. I'm definitely sure." 

Rolling my eyes at her I thought even if I hadn't heard his name, I'd still recognize those alluring eyes anywhere. Whenever my situation got worse, it would be his face that would appear in front of my eyes, telling me that Karma was definitely biting my ass off.

"I'm not getting the job, right?" I sighed, eating the last slice of pizza left.

"Lying is against my morals, darling." She said, amusement dancing in her eyes, but as she looked at my face, Kat got equally worried.

She leaned back in her chair, studying me intently. "Look, Eve, people change. Maybe he has too. You can't let the past dictate your future."

I scoffed, tossing the pizza crust into the box. "Easy for you to say. I didn't have my heart ripped out, he had. And now he has to decide for the same woman, if she gets a job or not."

She reached across the table, placing a comforting hand on mine. "Evelyn, you're strong. You've been through hell and back. This job is just a small part of your journey. If he can't see the person you've become, that's his loss."

I nodded, trying to convince myself that Kat was right, but she wasn't. If I were him, I'd have thrown myself out of the building, but he didn't.

He was still the very considerate Xavier I knew.

But the knot in my stomach refused to loosen. The thought of facing him, of him having any kind of power over my life again, made me shudder.

Kat has always been my constant support since the day I met her, and I can't pay her back, at least not in this lifetime. But now, I desperately need a job. To regain my self-respect, and my personality, and to be independent.

"Eve, honey, look at me," she said, and I looked at her. "You'll be fine. If you don't get this job, maybe you're not the one for it. Now come on, let's watch a movie."

I sighed, feeling the weight of disappointment settling in my chest. "I just thought this was the perfect opportunity, you know? I prepared so much for the interview."

She reached over and squeezed my shoulder reassuringly. "Hey, you gave it your best shot. Sometimes things don't work out the way we want them to, and that's okay. It doesn't define your worth or potential."

"Always with philosophy, huh?"

"Only for you." She said, giving me her cheeky smile.

I managed a weak smile, grateful for her comforting words. "I guess you're right. It's just hard not to feel defeated."

"Absolutely, it's okay to feel that way," she replied, guiding me towards the living room. "But dwelling on it won't change anything. Let's distract ourselves with a good movie. How about a classic comedy? Laughter is the best medicine, they say."

I chuckled, appreciating her attempt to lift my spirits. "Alright, sounds like a plan. Any particular movie in mind?"

She grinned, her eyes lighting up. "How about 'Some Like It Hot'? It's a timeless classic with Marilyn Monroe, guaranteed to put a smile on your face."

As we settled on the couch with snacks in hand, she continued, "You know, life is full of unexpected twists and turns. Maybe this setback is just a detour leading you to something even better."

I nodded, grateful for her optimism. "I hope so. It's just hard to see it that way right now."

"That's completely understandable," she said, pressing play on the remote. "But who knows what opportunities lie ahead? Sometimes the universe has a way of surprising us when we least expect it."

We lost ourselves in the movie, laughter gradually replacing the heaviness in my heart. As the credits rolled, she turned to me with a genuine smile. 

"See? A good laugh can work wonders. Now, tomorrow is a new day, and who knows what it might bring?"

I sighed, feeling a glimmer of hope. "You're right. Thanks for being here, and for reminding me to see the bigger picture."

"Anytime, love. Remember, you're stronger and more resilient than you think. Now, how about another round of laughter with another movie?"

As she got comfortable on the couch, I brought two cans of soft drinks from the kitchen and passed one to her.

Trying my best to focus my concentration on the screen, my mind kept diverting towards Xavier Knight. The clenching of his jaw, the hatred in his eyes, everything played in front of my eyes, and it pained me as I felt like drowning in guilt.

A saccade string of continuous ringing broke the chain of my thoughts and literally harassed Kat's ears as she gave me her best death glare. Exhausted, I dragged myself out of the living room and pulled out my phone from my pocket to answer it.

"Is this Miss Williams?" A feminine voice said from the other side. My mind automatically wandered toward Walker Industries, and I prepared myself for rejection.

"Yes, it's Evelyn Williams," I replied.

"Miss Williams, I'm hereby to inform you that you're being appointed as the personal assistant of Mr. Knight. Your presence is expected to be here on Monday at 8 AM." She informed me that, without waiting for my answer, the call got disconnected.

I heard the opening of the door to my room as Kat's voice reached my ears, but my body didn't move, I just kept staring at my phone.

"Hey, you, okay? What happened?" Kat asked me when she noticed my frozen state.

"I got the call from Walker Industries..." I informed her without any expression on my face.

Her face turned more worried at the mention, "Don't worry, Eve. You'll find another job. It's fine." She said, walking towards me and attempting to embrace me.

"I got the job," I whispered to which her eyes widened. 

A full-blown smile appeared on her face and her excitement was on another level as she jumped toward me, enveloping me in a tight hug.

"Oh my god! You got the job!" She exclaimed in joy.

Though Kat looked very happy, I couldn't help but feel worried. Despite everything he offered me the job, and I was unable to figure out why.

Wondering if maybe it was revenge for my sinful actions or if there was any other motive in his mind.

Wait, wait!

The lady said I was being appointed as the personal secretary of Mr. Knight, not Mr. Walker, Mr. Knight!

"What happened? Aren't you happy?" Kat asked, moving away from me a little as she saw my worried face.

"Kat, the lady said, I'm appointed as the personal secretary of Mr. Knight, not Mr. Walker," I spoke.

"So, where's the pro-" And everything got processed in her mind. "Oh fuck! Why would he do that?"

"As if I know."

Maybe I should reject the offer, I don't want to get indulged in everything that I left five years ago.

Maybe...

"Listen, Evelyn Rose Williams," Kat yelled, "For once, please stop thinking, and nothing will go wrong. You're a fighter and you'll get through this. And don't you dare think of dropping this offer?"

"My sweet Kat always knows her ways with her words," I said, and she chuckled.

"Only for you darling, only for you."

Maybe everything will turn out just fine.