Page 18 of His Cruel Billionaire Scorecard

“You keep your hands off my intern, you hear me?”

With a burst of hearty laughter, JB unbuttoned his suit and sat down.

“Well, can you blame me? I can’t count how many of them you’ve fired, we can’t keep count of how many good assistants and interns you’ve lost. Now you don’t even have one assistant and you’re burdening your poor interns with double the workload I assume. I wouldn’t mind keeping her, she seems nice enough.”

Roman just scowled his face as JB relaxed into his seat, grinning at his friend.

In a few minutes, she was back again in his office, waiting for her boss as he typed on his computer without sparing her as much as a glance.

According to Linda, there was an impromptu meeting today, and it was going to be held in their conference hall. They were also going to be having a business call with one of their clients in Morocco. Olivia had to be there to observe.

They were forming a partnership with a third company concerning tech product mobilization, and they needed an efficient way to save money and maximize profits.

“Okay, it’s time, get up and follow me. Where is Jane?”

“She’s already in the conference hall, Mr. Roman.”

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This was all very fun for Olivia as she quickly immersed herself in her work, taking down notes and nodding in approval whenever her boss spoke during the meeting.

The only time she was distracted was whenever Roman raised his baritone voice to argue an opinion or approve a point, making her stomach drop.

After about 30 minutes of this, the meeting was over, and she stood up, organizing her notes.

In a few minutes, the conference room had cleared, leaving only Olivia, her boss, and Jane to work on organizing the week’s schedule.

“You seem to be enjoying this,” Roman remarked, fixing her that intense look behind his unreadable face.

“Oh yes, yes,” she enthused. “I’ve always had a bit of an interest in sports and tech…” she trailed off.

“And?” He prodded, raising a questioning brow.

“I just didn’t have enough to sponsor myself.”

“So, you had to take on the lowly job of an intern.”

Olivia smoothed her hands over her suit and laughed nervously.

“I wouldn’t call this job exactly ‘lowly’.”

“I suppose so,” he said, getting up.

“Let me see your notes.” He demanded, and she handed them over to him.

Roman perused the notes looking over them and nodding approvingly.

“Send this to me in a document via my email and just outline the important stuff I will look over later. I need these in my office by 6 p.m., understand? I won’t tolerate any lateness.”

For the rest of the day, Olivia focused on learning the ropes of her job. She’d met with the team members and tried to familiarize herself with the company’s policies and procedures.

But no matter how hard she tried to focus, her mind wandered back to the man who filled out his shirt with those well-toned muscles.

As the day went on, Olivia found herself constantly glancing at the clock, waiting for the workday to end. She tried to assure herself that it was because she couldn’t wait to get home and not because she wanted to walk into his office again, alone with him.

Finally, the day was over—5:50 p.m., her watch read. Better get moving, she thought and gathered her things to leave. As she made her way to the elevator, she saw JB standing in a corner with his hands in his pockets.

“Hey, Olivia,” JB said, his smile widening as he saw her. “How was your second day?”

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