Billion Dollar Contract (Editing Current Chapters)

Billion Dollar Contract

Chapter One

“Mr. Hanson will see you now.” The blonde secretary cut her eyes to me, glaring from behind her coke bottle glasses. I regarded her with a cold stare, assessing the emotion that came through those brown eyes. “Miss Simmons, Mr. Hanson will see you now.” I nodded in her direction, otherwise ignoring her.

I walked past her desk, aware of the blonde sending daggers into my back. I chuckled to myself and made my way to the large oak door at the end of the hallway. I straightened my black skirt, and made sure that each one of the buttons of my white shirt were done up correctly. It was important that I made a good impression. This interview could change my entire life, for better or for worse.

Taking a deep breath, I rapped my knuckles against the door twice. A gruff voice came from within, sending my heart up into my chest. “Come in.” With a shaky hand, I reached out and gripped the doorknob, turning it until the door opened. I took in a sharp breath, taking in the large, contemporary office. It was so sleek and chic, not something I would have expected in a man’s office. But then again, no one ever said that men couldn’t have taste.

A large mahogany desk sat in front of a wall length window, which overlooked Manhattan. I smiled to myself, having never seen something so breathtaking. It was like I was seeing the physical interpretations of my life goals. It was all I ever wanted, to be a successful fashion designer living in New York and dressing the brightest of stars. It was that dream that brought me here, to this man’s office.

The man looked up from a few papers that were scattered across his desk, and my hands got sweaty. He was a handsome man. His dirty blonde hair was mussed in every direction, as if he had just rolled out of bed, and his green eyes were cold. I wanted to cower under his scrutiny, but I forced myself to stand taller and raise my chin slightly.

“Hello, Mr. Hanson. My name is-”

He looked back down at his papers, cutting me off and causing my self confidence to deteriorate. “Sinclair Simmons. Yes, I know who you are. You are one of hundreds of women who responded to my advertisement.” He collected the papers he was looking at and piled them in a neat stack on the corner of his desk. “Please, have a seat.”

“Thank you, Sir.” I sat in one of the soft black chairs, relishing in the smooth feel of the leather. I would have never been able to afford something so high end. I even felt a bit uncomfortable just sitting on it.

He grunted a response and opened a drawer, pulling out a clipboard and a packet. “Alright, shall we begin, Miss Simmons?” I nodded, and he quirked an eyebrow in my direction.

“I mean, Yes, Sir.” How could I have forgotten to verbally acknowledge him? He had made it very clear on his online advertisement that he expected the utmost respect.

I could have sworn that his lips quirked up into a smirk, but the illusion was quickly replaced by a blank expression. “Very well, you read through all of the details, yes? Are there any questions or concerns?”

“Well, Mr. Hanson, I am not sure how I feel about moving into your home. If you should choose me for this particular… job then that would be something that we would need to talk about.” I turned my head, taking in the mahogany bookshelves that matched Mr. Hanson’s desk.