A gorgeous multi-billionaire CEO.
An innocent secretary.
What could possibly go wrong?
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Started writing on 21st April, 2017
Highest rank- 965 in Romance on 1st May, 2017
806 in Romance on 22nd May, 2017
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Vera
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"Vera, honey, wake up," A warm hand gently pushed away the stubborn flyaway hair from my forehead and my eyes fluttered open. I smiled to see my mother sitting beside me, gazing down at me and squinted as the sudden light blinded me.
Stifling a yawn with the back of my hand, I mussed up my hair a little with the other and propped myself up against the pillows, my movements slow and slightly sluggish. I threw my mother a half-grin, who in turn grinned back.
My mother was a beautiful woman. Even at forty eight, her skin was flawless and her figure perfect. With that youthful smile, my mother could easily pass as a thirty something years old woman; not that my dad looked even a day older.
"You are such a lazyhead." She remarked lovingly, her eyes shining and I chuckled.
"Good morning to you too, mum." I teased.
"Oh stop with the sarcasm already," She proceeded to straighten out the sheets and then turned to me and frowned. "You didn't tell me. How was the interview? Did you pass?"
I flopped down on the bed, groaning. "I don't know. They said that they'll be informing the selected people within a week but its been three days and I haven't heard from them yet,"
"It's okay, sweetheart. You did the best you could." she comforted me and then moved towards my wardrobe. It was more of an closet cum vanity to be honest. One drawer housed all my boring underwear and the other my makeup and toiletries. A small, gold-rimmed, square, glass box contained all my accessories like thrift-store bought earrings and simple necklaces. The only remotely sexy thing I owned was a black lace choker. It was gifted to me by a secret admirer in middle school who had strangely made no effort to meet me after that.
"Where's that floral dress that I got for you?" she asked rifling through my modest collection of clothes.
Sighing, I got off the bed and trudged towards where my mother stood. Nudging her a little, I gently pushed her away to make space for myself as I reached deep into the cupboard and grabbed the last outfit. Pulling it out, I showed it to my mother who was regarding me with an impassive expression.
