Mr Billionaire Is My Boss

One

"Niki Wilson, please enter mr McGregors office." A pretty, receptionist chimed.

I stood up, soaked in my surroundings, I straightened my skirt, inspected my shirt and began to walk towards the stairs.

"Ummm, this is the way Ms Wilson." Said the receptionist.
She gestured her way to an elevator, pushed few buttons before stepping in, and letting the machine rise.

All day I had seen skinny gorgeous girls, some arrogant, others friendly, walk in and then out, all with wet eyelashes, and red checks, swollen from crying.

I shuddered at the thought, could he really be that bad. Sensing my nerves the receptionist said,
"You'll be fine."

"I hope so." I muttered under my breath, just before the elovator  pinged indicating we had arrived at the top floor.

"Second door to the right, ooh and good luck."

I smiled before gliding down the hallway. I examined my new heels in doing thus, they looked goo-'

Suddenly I crashed into someone.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going." I sighed.

"Neither was I."
The stranger smiled.
I examined him head to toe. Blue eyes brown hair. A stunning suit that hugged him in all the right places.

"My names Liam." I gestured his hand out to pull me up, smirking at me.

"Niki, but I've got to go, I'm so sorry."

I brushed off my outfit, and knocked on the door.

"Come in." A stern voice barked.

"Hello, mr McGgregor, my names Niki and I'm applying for the job as your personal assistant."

I began my speech just like I had practised.

"I have a degree in business management, but unfortunately I struct the wrong place at the wrong time, and I am in desperate need of a job."

I exhaled sharply.

"Fortunately, I am determined, loyal and hard working."

"I can work for minimum wage, for as long ad you want."

"I also have references."I open my purse to get my slightly crinkled papers to Mr McGregor who was sitting at his desk, stone cold blue eyes glaring at my soft pale blue ones.

Man he's intimidating.

"Ms Wilson, I have seen enough, you've got the job, but be here by eight tomorrow or you will find yourself jobless." He growled.

"You are dismissed." He barked.

I calmly excited the room, shut the door, and punched the air, and silently screamed of joy.

"I'm taking it that you got the job." The receptionist asked.
" by the way my name is Georgia."

I extended my arm in response.

"Niki" I beamed.

Sorry for the shirt chapter, it'll only be for the first few tho.