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
Concern etched across her features, Joy, noting Billion's discomfort, approached his desk with a gentle stride. "Mr Boulevard, are you feeling alright? The AC is on, and it's quite cool in here," she expressed, a genuine worry in her voice.Billion, attempting to downplay the situation, assured her, "I'm fine, Joy. Probably just a bit under the weather. Don't worry about it." As she drew closer, a hint of warmth lingering in her gaze, she reached out to touch his forehead in a gesture of concern.However, as Joy's hand made contact, Billion reacted as if he'd been burned. He instinctively pulled away, a swift, subtle motion that created a sudden and unexpected distance between them. The puzzled expression on Joy's face mirrored her confusion at the unexpected reaction."Mr Boulevard, are you sure you're okay?" Joy inquired, her voice softening with concern.Billion, now maintaining a slightly guarded demeanor, replied, "I'm fine, Joy. Just a momentary discomfort. Nothing to worry abou
"I beg your Pardon?" Billion asked."I said I want to know who your girlfriend is, who you're sleeping with." Mrs Dorathy said. Her facial expression was composed as if she had not just asked a very personal question.Just as the flirtatious exchange threatened to linger, a timely knock on the door disrupted the atmosphere. "Come in," Billion called, grateful for the interruption. The door swung open, revealing Joy entering with two cups of tea on a tray.Billion instinctively got up from his seat to assist Joy, but before he could make a move, Mrs Dorathy, with an incredulous look on her face, held him back. The interruption and the unexpected obstruction created a moment of awkward tension in the room.Joy, oblivious to the underlying dynamics, greeted them both with a professional smile. "Good day, Mr Boulevard, Mrs Dorathy. I thought you might appreciate a drink during the meeting."Billion, appreciating the much needed distraction, nodded with gratitude. "Thank you, Joy. That's t
Joy tried her best to remain composed, she attempted to wipe off the stain from her clothes using her hands, however, the fabric clung to her skin, and she took a moment to assess the damage. The subtle redness on her cheeks hinted at the embarrassment and frustration she was feeling.Billion, observing the situation, spoke up. "I apologize on behalf of Mrs Dorathy, Joy. That was completely uncalled for."Joy, offering a reassuring smile, responded, "It's alright, Mr Boulevard. I appreciate your concern, but I've dealt with my fair share of challenging situations while working for Mrs Harvey. This is nothing new."Billion, acknowledging her resilience, said, "I'm sorry you had to experience that. If there's anything I can do to address the situation or make it up to you, please let me know."Joy, brushing off the incident, replied, "Thank you, Mr Boulevard. I've learned to handle these things gracefully. I won't let this distract me."Billion, appreciating her professionalism, nodded.
Billion, sensing the urgency in Joy's voice, began to look around with a hint of concern, half-expecting an imminent problem or perhaps an unexpected crisis. He turned to Joy, questioning, "What's going on, Joy? Is there a security issue?"Joy, however, had a different concern in mind. She gently grabbed the black dress from the rack, her eyes widening as she showed Billion the price tag. "Sir, it's the dresses. They're... they're too expensive."Billion, glancing at the price tag, raised an eyebrow. The figures on the tag reflected a cost that would fund a small business or a luxurious vacation. His initial worry about a potential threat disappeared."Oh, I see," Billion said, a hint of amusement softening his features. "HisHighness Boutique caters to a high-end clientele, Joy.Billion, picking up on Joy's reluctance, gently insisted, "Joy, I'll pay for the dress. Consider it a token of appreciation for all your hard work and for helping us with Mrs Harvey."Joy hesitated, then shook