I Am The Richest Man Alive

Chapter Forty-seven - Elegance. Money. Power.

In front of Bruce's office, a white Mercedes came parking by. Out of it came a thin woman with very dark hair that she made into a bun at the middle of her head. She had a sad pale look, but from the way she walked, one could easily tell that her movements were guided by money, and her eyes, ambitious as as it could be, seemed to scream the same things. Elegance. Money. Power. This was Leanne. Hopeful Leanne.

She had her complete faith in Bruce. He had promised her actually, heaven and earth, of linking her up in ways to get her boutique back. And that exactly was what she was there for.

Bruce was in the office expecting her. In his mind he would have thoughts come and go that he did not want to entertain. The same thoughts of the new unknown heir to the Drogonuv's empire and how it would affect him. Suddenly a knock came shaking him out of his head.

"Come in," he said, and Leanne stepped in, one foot at a time.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Bruce," she said in a manner that appeared to be i