Powerful Billionaires

Chapter 3

Bianca POV:
What are you doing here I didn't ask for you to see me,as i looked at him with frown,this wasn't the first time he walked in here like he owned it and it was begining to irritate me, I told him with seriousness as he looked round my office like he was expecting something new.
Did you get those flowers I sent you? he asked looking at me with the expression of expectation. And just then a thought formed in my mind.
I stood up and looked at him keeping all expression void from my face.
Actually I got those flowers and letters you gave me,I told him as I picked the flower from where I dumped beside my office table near my flower vase. And threw it on his body his face of shock was priceless.
Get out of my office and never get in, and take those pathetic flowers and nonsense things you called love letters you left at my table and get out. I said felling nothing as he stared at me with shock.
After recovering from the shock he was angrily left my office in annoyance. I sat back on my chair and sighed when will men begin to understand that to me they where just sex toys, things I used for fun and to release my sexual tensions. I have no feelings for any of them. My past has taught me so much,but that was the last thing I needed to think of.
I picked up my phone and called an employee of mine. Few minutes later She knocked and I told her to come in
  Good morning LA dona She greeted me,
Yes Elizabeth I need a personal typist in my office before the end of this week I leave this job to you,and get the search agency to find me a functional secretary, and in the meantime you will be my acting secretary make the nessecary adjustment. You may leave.
She nodded as she left, I called in my driver,as i gave him my instructions Move to the national airport at once my sister arrives today......
David POV:
I felt so tired today was stressful,I wasn't qualified for the interview. The moment they took notice if my disability I was turned down to my dismay. I really needed a job if I could put the roof under my head and food on the table.
As I made my way to the lonely street by 8:30pm with my chair and my dog Pali. I overhead a woman shouting down a lane. My instinct was to find out what was wrong and administer help,the young woman sounded desperate as she called for help. I rolled my down the road and when I sensed her crying voice.
What is wrong madam are you alright?
She kept crying as she narrated her story. I was com..ing back from a long trip and some boys out of nowhere snatched my bag and my box. Everything I have is gone, my documents,clothes money. What do I do! She half screamed and cried harder.
Its okay I tried to console her,you need to calm down,the place to the nearest police station is near. I told her trying to calm her down. She sighed, with tearful eyes who are you and why are you helping me?her voice sounded hoarse due to the tears.
Am a friend okay now get up tell me what's your name and what exactly happened. I said to her,trying to sound sincere she looked so distressed.
She was silent for a while before she reluctantly answered with a low voice my name is Lucy Collins.

If only I knew I would have never tried to help again.