When a billionaire loves.

Chapter 1

Alice's pov

'Wilson constructions'

The lofty building with the big bold words embedded at the top looked down at me.
I sighed for the millionth time since morning.

I don't want to go.

I used to work at the office in Chicago earlier.
Earlier means just a week ago.
I don't know why I was transferred here. One day when I went to work my boss told me that from today I am to work in New York, so here I am.

Finally I entered the gates and went towards the reception where a lady sat with her glasses on the nose.
She looked up at me and smiled slightly.
"h-hi umm I am transferred here from Chicago I work in the IT department." I said softly.

"oh. You will work on the 30th floor. Go to your left and take the elevator and meet Mr Henfry in his office."

" thanks" I smiled and went towards the elevator.

I entered the elevator and turned around to see people staring at me with their eyes wide.
I frowned.

The door was about to close when a large hand came in between the two doors making them reopen.

In entered a man in his mid twenties. He was wearing a three piece black suit probably Armani that perfectly fit his tall and muscular frame. His cheeks were chiseled like finely craved like Michelangelo statue. His nose was symmetrical and his full heart shaped lips were in a thin line.
His messy brown hair contrasted with his light stubble face.

I was too busy taking in his features that I didn't realise he was standing directly in front of me with his blue and daring eyes glaring at mine green and soft ones.
I then realised that the elevator door was already closed and we were passing the fifth floor.

"who are you? " his tone was cold and a certain powerful aura that he carried made me shudder from inside.

I didn't answer. My voice was somehow chocked and no words came out from my mouth.

" I asked you something and I expect an answer." he leaned towards my face with his hands in his pant pockets.

"I-I a-m - "
I started but couldn't complete.

" what are you speaking, speak in clear English" he ordered.
"what's you name? "

" Al-Alice Carson" I stammered.

"do you work here? " came his next question.

Why is he questioning me like an investigating officer?

I nodded.

" where? "

" the IT department"

"well Miss Carson do you know who I am? " he said sarcastically.

I shock my head in negative and his face turned from pure anger to shock.
He frowned.

" well then you must not know that this is my private elevator you are standing in."
My eyes widened at that.

I should've known that.

Why didn't the receptionist inform me?

Explains as to why people were staring at me like I murdered someone.

"umm I am sorry I didn't know" I whispered.

"of course you didn't" he muttered.

The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened.
I could see man in suits and women in extremely short dresses working like maniacs.