Deceiving The Ruthless Billionaire

Watchful Eyes

"Congratulations, Ms Green! The deal is ours because of your excellent performance yesterday."

"Thank you, Mr Cortez!" I gratified. Yeah, the Kingston Corp won the deal which explained Montero's mood after the meeting. He hadn't contacted me yet, and that was both relieving and frightening at the same time. I couldn't fathom what he might be planning next.

"Btw, I'm sorry for what happened there," he said, looking genuinely sorry although it wasn't his fault.

"It's alright." I smiled. Even if he was a rude asshole, he kicked me out for my own good. Though everyone already saw what could be seen including Mr Cortez. My cheeks reddened realizing that, and my eyes wandered about until they fell on the black leather folder on his desk, written on the cover was 'V.V.I.' i.e very very important. "What's that?"

His eyes followed mine, and his demeanor changed. "Uh, it's nothing." He grabbed the file and kept it in his desk drawer. "What did you need again?"

A frown made its way into my forehead. Whatever that file contained seemed to be of great importance and secrecy. I shrugged. It was none of my concern. "I need the financial records of Casper motels to prepare the contract."

"That you'll find at the finance department. Just give them a call."

"Um..." I scratched my head. "I don't know anyone from the finance department. Actually, I'm not familiar with anyone here except you, Mr Kingston and the doorman."

He let out a small laugh. "Alright. I'll call someone to bring it to you."

"Thank you!" I turned on my heels to leave when he called again.

"Have lunch with me at the cafeteria. I'll introduce you to everyone."

That sounded great. "Sure!"

Coming back to my cabin, I found another task awaiting me: send a letter to fifty people, changing names and dates.

A long sigh left my mouth.

What if I released a poisonous tarantula in Montero's bed or worse, in his suit?

Would he die?

Or would he bribe the tarantula as well?

If that particular person didn't exist, mine and so many other's lives would be so very peaceful. I would be working like a normal employee under a normal boss, worrying about bills and paychecks instead of certain phone calls and jail bars.

Huffing, I concentrated on my task when startling me, my phone rang. Panicked, I looked at the caller ID and let out a relived sigh, my mood immediately eclipsing.

"Brooke!"

"My girrrl," the loud yet mellowy voice of my best friend came from the other side. I hadn't seen her in months since I left England.

"How have you been? I miss you so much!"

"Me too, me too, but am I gonna sit on it? Nope, nada. I'm coming!" she announced.

I jumped out of my seat in exhilaration, my smile painfully stretching my lips. "Really?!"

"Yup, I already bought the ticket. I'll be there soon."

"Oh my God, I can't wait!" I was now bobbing up and down like a little girl.

"Me neither! Listen, order ten cartons of ice cream for me. You know my favorite. We're gonna have a competition like before!" she yelled over the phone.