The Billionaire's Amour

Davon

Davon Silversmith wasn't your regular guy. The way he strutted, the way he talked, the way he stared at you like he was judging even the slightest movement you made. You can imagine my state when I had an interview to work as his assistant advisor. I should've seen it coming. The pitiful glances people threw at me when they realised I had an interview with the devil himself. I had heard of incidences of the previous advisors quitting after  3 days. That's the deadline he set. And nobody, I repeat nobody has been able to survive 3 days without not quitting. I thought why not give it a try? I needed the money too much for me to think about the person I was working for. I mean how bad can he be right?

Boy oh Boy was I wrong. They said he's frustrating, arrogant, self centred, sexist pig who had no idea what a bigtime asshole he was. Nothing could describe him better.

I woke up fresh and ready to take on any challenges that came my way. College leeched me of whatever money I had saved and now was the time to put all the years of study into practice. I wore my working shirt and decided to go with a formal skirt. Not too showy not too short. Just the right fit.
This and my nude pumps and voila you have the perfect professional attire. I strutted down the big building reading ' Silversmith Companies' and walked in through the rotating glass doors. Breathing in the smell of leather bags and hearing people do buisness calls brought up my spirits. This is what I want to be. What I want to do. I headed to the elevator with a renewed spirit.

But once they called me to to his office I was a ball of nerves. To say I was anxious was an understatement. I was sweating all over and shaking till I reached his office. I nearly slipped on the outside mat but caught my composure in the brink of time.

Let me tell you never have I felt so belittled my entire life. He commented on my shirt being too loose, my habit of drinking so much water as a sign of high blood sugar to the point where he actually asked me why my breathing was so irregular.

'Oh I don't know. I don't remember signing up for being interviewed by the fucking CBI' I quipped sarcastically. Obviously I couldn't say the same to his face or I'd have to kiss my apartment rent a tearful bye bye.

"So tell me Miss Hastings, How is it you plan on advising me when you can't even look me straight in the eye?" Davon remarked with a playful grin.

Suddenly I realised I was looking down the entire time.

"With all due respect Sir, looking into your eyes does not qualify as something required in my field" I replied while staring straight into his eyes.  I had no idea where the sudden outburst of courage came from but it sure as hell marked that stupid grin off his face. I smiled triumphantly. Pitch black. Why am I not surprised that is the color of his eyes?

"I see. So what qualifies as a requirement in your field Miss Hastings?"

"I will guide you and your company to the best of my abilities. I have seen you rise from zero to one of the most vouched for companies across the globe. As you can see in my port folio I happened to have passed out from Harvard with a degree of buisness with nothing less than a summa cum laude and I expect to give my full efforts in helping your company achieve it's full potential."

"That was quite the talk you gave there. But will you be able to handle the pressure? Or will you just be another addition to my collection of crushed beetles?"

" I assure you Sir if there's a crush beetle involved it most certainly won't be me. Besides I didn't know you were the mighty Orson Lannister, the beetleslayer of the office. I must say Tyrion foresaw this happening"

" Quite the tongue you have there. I'd say you'd last for about 2 days give or take. Anyways consider the job yours. I presume you are aware of the 3 day record I have over here?" He said with a smirk and a sense of pride.

"Oh yes. I have been made aware of your 3-days-adieu-advisor legacy. " I said with the fakest smile I could muster.

"And that smart mouth has no comments to make on this?"

" I'd say do not fret sire. I will be seeing you all week. Also don't forget to close your mouth while I walk out. Don't want your tongue cleaning the floor do we?"

With that I left an astonished and shocked Davon silversmith with his mouth wide open as I made an exit from his office to get my stuff. That'll teach him.

I walked to the elevator and smiled to myself. This is going to be so so much more fun than I expected.

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