The Billionaires(#1)

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It was a beautiful morning. Birds were singing, and trees were swaying along with the wind. Heck, even the ants were dancing together in long columns as if preparing for the festive season. Nature was more than happy to welcome summer after a long winter season. However, one specific human being was not joyful.

It was one sombre morning. Tons and tons of used tissues were splattered all over the floor. There were clothes and blankets on the floor, empty bottles of ice-wine on the bed and on the floor. The small bedroom was literally a pigsty. The broken-hearted blonde was curled up into a little ball in her pink pyjamas. Her messy hair was tied into a messy bun and her nose and eyes were red from crying, and she had big bags under her eyes.

She never imagined that one day she would cry or drink herself to sleep because of a man. She never imagined that someday she would be handed her broken heart on a silver platter, and yet here she was, lying on this bed with an immense ache in her chest. With every second that passed, she felt like her heart broke into smaller pieces and the small pieces were growing into deep pain. Talk about love metabolism.

She had worn her heart on her sleeve and hoped he would see it and protect it with his life, but he snatched it out of her grasp, dropped it in the mud, and stomped on it without any care in the world. He had insulted her, ruined her, and yet that annoying feeling would not leave the pit of her stomach at the mere thought of him. Love was foolish, it was blind, but she refused to see. She was foolish, a fool in love.

Her bedroom door creaked open, and a tall slim figure walked in, her heels clicking against the hardwood. She had a worried look on her face and held a tray with breakfast in her hands. She cringed at the mess in the room and shook her head in disapproval. She swerved her way through the mess on the floor and placed the tray down on the headboard. "Meryl, this has gone on for way too long; you seriously need to get up, eat something, and take a long good shower; you reek." She remarked, covering her mouth and nose with the palm of her hand.

Meryl glared at her although her red-rimmed eyes barely intimidated anyone at this very moment. "Go away, Anita," Meryl said in a sad whisper, and Anita melted at her sight.

"Listen, mi amour ..." Anita sighed and sat down on the bed. "I don't know what is going on with you, all I know is that you called me, crying on the phone last night and asked me to pick you up in the middle of nowhere. I know you are hurting, but whatever it is, you must put it aside for a few hours and go to work." She said, and the look Meryl gave her made her bite her teeth in regret.

"Go to work?" Meryl asked, tears running down her cheeks. "You want me to go back to the same building as that bastard?" Anita scrunched up her face in confusion. "You want me to go back to the office after everything he did to me? He insulted me; he broke my heart, Anita." Meryl sat up straight and wailed.

"Uhm...Meryl, pardon me for asking, but who exactly are we talking about?" Anita asked.

"Jorge, Anita! Jorge 'Freaking' Billings!"

*****

"You are late." Once again, Logan said to MJ.

"It is 7 a.m." MJ reasoned. She did not see what the big deal was; she was late by at least an hour. It could have been worse. Surely, Logan could see that she was at least making an effort.

However, MJ was not that gullible; she knew punctuality was a very important and crucial aspect in the corporate world. She had had her fun in firing people for tardiness because, in the business industry, every second counted. Time was money, and she could not afford to lose even a single cent. She understood Logan's frustration; unfortunately, she had no time to fuss over lowlifes she could replace in a matter of seconds.

It was really a pity that she was not exactly a lowlife, and there was nothing Logan Parker could do about it. "I asked you to come in at 6 a.m." Logan gritted.

He was not angry like he usually was. In fact, he looked rather exhausted. Maybe his date was unsuccessful, MJ though. If only she knew that it was a total turn off. Sasha-Lee had ruined his evening with her story, and he was still thinking on what to do about it. He could not believe that his two best friends had gone behind his back and bailed his brother out. Cameron would never grow up; he was going to continue with his rendezvouses, knowing he could count on his brother's friends too.

"I don't have to remind you that I don't in any way work for you, we have a deal, and that's as far as it goes," MJ said coolly. She did not understand the purpose of being here or why Logan had kept Sonya Smith here for so many years. But she figured that it might have something to do with her brother and his relationship with Sonya.

"Whatever, just get the fuck out of my office." He muttered angrily and sat down on his chair in his full black suit. With the way he felt at the moment, Logan felt like discarding some of the clothes. His fingers were literally itching to reach for his collar and pull off his tie, but he had to get rid of May Smith first; she was a problem he was not looking forward to facing today. "Now, don't you have work to do?" He asked, and she smirked at him.

"Oh, I have plenty of work to do, Mr Parker." She took her handbag and walked out before he could say anything, not that he had anything to say to her; it was a good thing that she left, she was a distraction.

Logan knew he was playing a dangerous game and that May Smith's time was limited here at Parker's, and he needed to pay his revenge and get rid of Sonya Smith once and for all. However, he had other problems to deal with right now.

"Logan, for how long are you going to keep this up? She should have her third warning by now!" Natalia shouted.

Logan groaned in annoyance and held his head; he had had quite a lot to drink last night, and Natalia was not helping one bit. Her squeaky and loud voice only made his head pound. "Keep your voice down." He muttered.

"Keep my voice down?" Natalia yelled, and Logan glared at her. "Logan, she's literally throwing her weight around. She's acting as if she runs this place; she walks in and out as she pleases. You have to get rid of her and Sonya."

"I'm working on it," Logan said, and cleared his throat while looking anywhere but at her.

"Try harder," Natalia said coldly, and Logan met her eyes; there was something harsh in them, and he could not figure out why. "I'm quite sure that if you could keep your own brother locked up in prison; you could get rid of those two bitches without a second thought." She said, and Logan went rigid.

*****

Anita's shock lasted for a few minutes before she spoke again. "So, wait! When you called me last night, all dressed, you were coming from Jorge's place?" She asked, and Meryl nodded vigorously. "What? When did this happen?" Anita asked and within minutes of crying, Meryl had narrated her entire story. "What? What kind of a human being would do something so...unethical, so brutal?"

"Jorge Billings," Meryl muttered under her breath, and Anita shook her head in disbelief. She knew Jorge Billings was a player, but she had no idea he could be this devious and deceitful. "So this is why you hated me," Anita stated quietly, and Meryl did not say anything. Anita looked up, and their eyes met, an understanding passing between the two of them. "You are in love with Jorge Billings," Anita said.

Meryl nodded slowly as if trying to weigh the importance of Anita's words. "I love him, Anita." She said, fresh tears falling down her face. "I love him so much that it hurts." Anita gave her a sad smile and held her hands.

"I'm so sorry, Meryl. I can only imagine what you are going through, but I want you to understand something; I don't love Jorge, I've never loved him." She laughed humourlessly and shook her head. "Jorge used me for sex, and I hate him for that. There is nothing between Jorge and me. I promise you that."

Meryl scoffed and rolled her eyes. "It doesn't matter anymore, Anita. I'm done with Jorge Billings, and I'm done with Billings Corporation." Meryl said with a reassuring smile and squeezed Anita's hand.

"You can't do this; you can't quit your job because of a man." Anita shrieked, shocked to the core.

"I'm sorry, Anita, but I quit."