Page 3 of Faking it With A Grumpy Billionaire

Right, I had more important things to do than to worry about some lady. Getting into the elevator, I let out a breath; it was another workday.

“What is my schedule like today, Anthony? You said I had a long day ahead of me.”

“Oh, yes, sir. Umm, you have a meeting with the Chinese investors by ten a.m. Then, one of our VIP clients will be coming over to see you by eleven a.m. We also have to go out to inspect the new branch. They seem to have completed the finishing touches you asked them to include at the last visit. Then you—”

“Okay, just a pause there, Anthony. We would take it one after the other, okay?” I said as I got off the elevator.

Where does it end? When does it end? Working all day every day was starting to become exhausting. One would think that with the number of accomplishments I have been able to achieve, I should relax on working. But the opposite is the case. I guess what they say is true—the rich are never satisfied.

“Bring me the briefing for the Chinese investors. Let’s get started with that, shall we?”

“Yes, sir.”

Watching Anthony leave, I stood behind my desk in my exquisitely designed luxurious office, befitting the status I hold as a billionaire.

As I looked outside my floor-to-ceiling window view, overseeing the busy and beautiful city of New York. As I looked out, appreciating the beautiful view of the city, I couldn’t help but have my mind drift back to Elizabeth.

Though it was none of my business, a part of me was curious as to what she was doing here at my office. Surely, Lydia would have told me if Elizabeth was coming over for the loan or to get something done. At least Lydia would have tried to put in a good word for her.

“Yes?” I said the moment I heard a knock on the door, breaking me out of my thoughts.

“Here is the briefing you asked for, sir.”

I looked at the document Anthony pointed at me and took it from his hand before settling into my seat.

“Sorry to bother you, sir, but we also have a pressing matter on our desk.”

“What is it this time?” I asked, confused.

I could see the worried look on Anthony’s face, and it only got me more curious.

He opened his tablet and placed it in front of me, showing an article that, I assumed, was about me.

“What is this?”

“Sorry, sir, but this article written about you has been circulating widely, causing people to question . . .” I could see Anthony hesitating to finish his sentence.

“Question what?”

“Question your sexual preferences, sir.”

“What?”

I grabbed the tablet and began reading the article. Just the headline alone was enough to infuriate me: “Will the Billionaire: Single or Not?”

“I already asked the legal team to sue the writer for defamation and spreading false information, but we can’t prevent people from believing what’s written in his article.”

I let out a sigh. This issue with my relationship life was becoming increasingly frustrating, and for reasons I couldn’t really understand.

“Good.”

“But, sir . . .”

“Come on, say what you have to say.”

I noticed the hesitation on his face. “I don’t mean to pressure you, sir, but I feel it will be best if you counter their claims. We have been getting calls from our clients, and all of them are curious to know whether the rumors are true or false.”

“So what are you suggesting?”

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