Mr Billionaire Is My Boss

"Niki Wilson, please enter mr McGregors office." A pretty, receptionist chimed.

I stood up, soaked in my surroundings, I straightened my skirt, inspected my shirt and began to walk towards the stairs.

"Ummm, this is the way Ms Wilson." Said the receptionist.
She gestured her way to an elevator, pushed few buttons before stepping in, and letting the machine rise.

All day I had seen skinny gorgeous girls, some arrogant, others friendly, walk in and then out, all with wet eyelashes, and red checks, swollen from crying.

I shuddered at the thought, could he really be that bad.