Page 13 of His Cruel Billionaire Scorecard

“Oh, you poor thing,” Olivia said, a mixture of sympathy; she was done with her share of the planning, of course. She leaned in and whispered.

“Hey, Jane. Need a hand with that athlete management task? I’ve got some experience in that area. Let me help you out.”

“You’re already done with your part?”

“Of course, I am, but I’m only going to submit it to Mr. Roman when you’re done with yours, understand?”

Jane, relief washing over her face, nodded gratefully. She passed her notes and documents to Olivia.

In a few minutes, Olivia’s nimble fingers danced across the keyboard, skillfully navigating the athlete management system of the star basketball player.

As the minutes ticked by, Olivia’s proficiency became apparent. She juggled multiple tasks effortlessly, displaying a keen understanding of the intricacies involved in athlete management. Her confidence and efficiency impressed Jane.

“You look like you know what you’re doing.”

“Rude.”

“Sorry.”

As Olivia continued to type and manage the athlete’s needs, Jane’s tension began to ease.

“There. All done,” Olivia said with a flourish a few minutes later and bowed a little as Jane clapped.

“Let’s print this out and show them to him for approval. I guess we’re off the hook,” Jane said with a burst of relieved laughter.

“And thank you so much, Olivia, if you ever need help…”

“Of course, I know.”

“Just that management is not my thing,” Jane said, hanging her head.

“Cheer up,” Olivia said, retrieving the warm printed sheets.

“Come on, let’s go.”

“God, he makes me so nervous,” Jane whispered as she pressed the elevator button to their boss’s office floor.

Olivia had to agree, but of course, she’d never say it out loud.

The man made her nervous in a way that she found very unsettling, it was more than the hot guy pull he had going for him, and so she was determined to spend as little time as possible in his presence.

Jane knocked on the door, and his deep voice echoed from behind.

“Come in,” his deep, authoritative voice called.

Roman looked up at them slowly, running fingers through his silky dark hair that fell in perfect waves.

Olivia’s breath hitched at the sight of his impossibly sculptured face; prominent cheekbones, a hard slash of a nose, chiseled lips set in a grim line, and a square, determined jaw.

He was on a call when they entered, and judging by his body language, it was bad news.

Olivia’s eyes roamed the luxurious office but continued to be drawn to the handsome man seated behind the swiveling chair. He exuded an air of confidence and charisma that was almost palpable; dressed impeccably in a tailored shirt that fitted him perfectly, his chiseled jawline and striking blue eyes never failed to catch her attention.

Behind those eyes was something unreadable.

“What do you have for me?”

“So here are the plans concerning this evening’s program.”

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