Billion strolled into the company the next day, a subtle joy radiating from his every step. As he made his way to his desk in the packaging section, Anita intercepted him."Good morning, Billion! You seem unusually happy today. What's the secret?" Anita greeted with a curious smile.Billion returned the smile, his eyes twinkling. "Ah, you know how it is, Anita. Sometimes things just seem to be looking a bit brighter."Anita, intrigued but respecting his privacy, nodded. "Well, that's great to hear. By the way, why did Lee, Emmanuel, Jackson, Kelvin, and Jim want to see you last night? They seemed pretty serious."Billion's expression remained composed, and he replied with a cryptic air, "Oh, nothing serious, just some work and life discussions. You know how it is."Anita's face betrayed a hint of skepticism, sensing there was more to the story. "Work and life discussions at night? Seems a bit unusual. Are you sure that's all?"Billion chuckled, attempting to downplay the situation. "A
As the months flew by, the intricate dance of deception continued at the Hansel branch. One day, in a discreet corner of the office, Kelvin handed Billion a bag filled with wristwatches."Nice work, Billion. Our activities and the money have seen a significant boost since you joined us," Kelvin praised with a grin.Billion, feigning modesty, chuckled and replied, "Oh, it's a team effort. We're all making this happen together."Kelvin patted him on the back. "Well, your selling skills have certainly added a special touch. Keep it up."But Billion, looking at his watch, feigned urgency. "Thanks, Kelvin. I appreciate it. I've got to hurry now, I don't want to keep my clients waiting."Kelvin nodded understandingly, recognizing the importance of maintaining appearances. "Sure thing. We'll catch up later."With that, Billion left the scene, the bag of wristwatches tucked away discreetly. As he navigated the corridors of the Hansel branch, he couldn't help but marvel at the delicate balance
Mr Black strode purposefully through the corridors, his brow furrowed in concern. The jingling silence of his missing key bundle echoed through the air.He entered the marketing department. "Hello, team. I seem to have misplaced my keys. Any leads?" he asked, glancing around the creative chaos.The head of marketing, Mr Rodriguez, scratched his head. "No keys in the brainstorming storm, Mr Black. Just ideas floating around."Onward he went to the IT department, where tech whizzes were immersed in code. "Any chance my keys found their way into the digital realm?" Mr Black queried.The head of IT, Mr Chang, chuckled nervously. "Keys and codes don't usually mingle, Mr Black. No sign of them here."With a determined sigh, Mr Black ventured into the human resources department. "Good afternoon, folks. My keys seem to have taken an unauthorized leave of absence. Any sightings?" he asked, scanning the room.Miss Simmons, the HR manager, shook her head sympathetically. "We've been occupied wit
Billion sighed as he stacked wrist watch boxes, beads of sweat forming on his forehead from the strain of overtime. Anita approached him with a warm smile. "Billion, working late again?"Billion glanced up, a hint of guilt in his eyes. "Yeah and Sorry for not mentioning about the whole undercover thing earlier, Anita."Anita shook her head, "No need to apologize. We all do what we have to do."Billion took a deep breath, "I should have told you earlier, but it's been a sensitive operation."Anita's eyessoftened with understanding. "You've been doing all these, and you still manage to be here, helping out. That's really something.""I just wanted to get the job done, you know?" Billion replied."Well, you did more than that. You've been an amazing friend, Billion. I'm glad I had the chance to get to know you, even if it wasn't for very long."Anita said.Billion looked at Anita, touched by her sincerity. "Thanks, Anita. It means a lot.""And let me tell you, you're not just a hard work
It was the start of a new week.It brought a sense of anticipation to the Boulevard Headquarters.Billion sat in his expansive office, a space befitting a CEO, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering panoramic views of the city skyline. The room was adorned with modern, sleek furniture, including a polished mahogany desk that commanded attention.Lord Boulevard, entered the room, exuding an air of authority. Andrew followed suit. The office, meticulously designed, reflected the opulence and power associated with the Boulevard name. The walls were adorned with tasteful artwork, and a custom-made chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow throughout the room.Billion rose from his leather executive chair to greet his father and Andrew. The room, bathed in natural light, showcased the carefully curated decor and the seamless integration of technology. A large flat-screen monitor adorned one wall, displaying real-time updates and projections.Lord Boulevard, clearly impressed, c
"Is that the minor problem? Is that it?" Lord Boulevard asked.Andrew looked surprised at Lord Boulevard's tone, "Yes, and it is a problem."Lord Boulevard scoffed, "That's not a problem.""What do you mean? Mrs Gift would definitely want to meet my girlfriend." Andrew said."Sam already told her your girlfriend is really introverted and reserved. You can tell Mrs Gift you'll meet with her personally and she can take you to her jewelry supplier." Lord Boulevard replied.Andrew, still skeptical about using his imaginary girlfriend to build a link between Mrs Gift and Charity Harvey voiced his concerns, "But what if Mrs. Gift wants to meet my girlfriend? I mean, there's a chance she'd be curious, right?"Billion, maintaining his optimistic demeanor, responded, "Andrew, the chances of her asking to meet your girlfriend are slim. Mrs Gift is obviously more interested in the potential bonus she would get if she's able to refer a client to Mrs Harvey. We're creating a connection, not a fami
"For me?" Joy asked. She looked surprised and confused when Billion said he had the perfect job for her. Her eyes widened, her brows furrowed and her face showed she wasn't sure what to make of it."Yes." Billion replied. Still wearing that knowing smile, he continued, "I need a Personal Assistant."As those words left Billion's mouth, Joy's expression shifted from confusion to disbelief and curiosity. Her eyes squinted slightly as she processed the unexpected offer, and a subtle gasp escaped her lips. It was as if the pieces of the puzzle were rearranging in her mind, and she struggled to fathom the idea of being Billion's right-hand person. The air around her buzzed with a silent question: Why me?Joy, still processing the surprising offer, mustered the courage to ask, "Why me? I mean, what makes you think I'd be a good fit for your personal assistant?"Billion leaned back, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Joy, you've proven to be efficient and reliable. Even without knowing Sam
It was the start of a new week. Joy was scheduled to officially resume as Billion's PA today and for some reason, Billion felt extra energetic when he woke up. As the first rays of sunlight kissed his face, he couldn't suppress a grin.Feeling an unusual surge of excitement, he swung his legs over the edge of his bed. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a personal assistant hologram to begin his elaborate morning routine. Humming a lively tune that seemed to reverberate through the room, he moved seamlessly from one task to another. Draped in a silk robe, Billion walked towards the walk-in closet, where an array of designer suits awaited him. As he dressed, the tune intensified, echoing through the expansive space.Billion emerged from his walk in closet, dressed in a tailored charcoal-gray suit that hugged his frame with precision. The fabric was an exquisite blend of cashmere and silk. His crisp, white dress shirt beneath bore the mark of a discerning connoisseur.A silk tie