Page 23 of His Cruel Billionaire Scorecard

“Who then?”

“I understand but just give me time to think.”

“You know, Roman, all this wouldn’t have happened. You wouldn’t be in this situation if you had a personal assistant.”

“Just shut up, I’ll think of something,” Roman said, getting up again, feeling on edge.

He preferred his problems to come out in one orderly line.

He’d already unloosened his tie because it felt wound too tight and undone his shirt two buttons down, but he still felt suffocated.

Thompson got up, not wanting to miss his meeting or be drawn into his friend’s drama.

“I’ll be seeing you later, just figure out something okay?”

“Give me a call as soon as you can,” Roman waved dismissively, watching his friend turn on his heels and take his leave.

Deciding to stroll outside his office might not be so bad after all. Who could he call up on such short notice?

He walked out and stopped at the entrance, watching his employees from upstairs, and then he spotted his drunken intern.

That might just work. He picked up his phone and dialed her number and watched with amusement the look of mortification on her face.

“H-hello sir?”

“You don’t have to look like the devil called you. My office. Now.”

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Feeling the weight of her embarrassing drunken encounter, Olivia entered Roman’s office cautiously, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She’d hoped to sneak in unnoticed and retreat to her office and bury herself behind her desk in papers, but Roman had spotted her, and his piercing gaze had locked onto her the moment she stepped through the door.

As usual, he had his sleeves rolled up, painstakingly showcasing those mouthwatering muscles that Olivia always found herself transfixed by.

But today, he seemed on edge. More than usual. It also looked like he had little sleep.

Olivia wanted to ask if he was okay, but it was not her business; she couldn’t pry.

“Olivia,” he said, “we need to talk.”

“I’m sorry about last night sir, I realize it was completely unprofessional of me,” she began. Roman sunk back in his seat, listening to her ramble with a blank look.

Please don’t let him fire me.

Her heart sank, fearing the worst. She steeled herself for a reprimand or even the possibility of losing her position as an intern.

However, Roman surprised her with an unexpected proposition.

“I am sorry, Mr. Roman, and I’ll try my best to make it up to you, just please don’t fire—“

“I know. I don’t care about that. I already told you. You were off work, so whatever you wanted to do, as long as it was not damaging our reputation directly, is your business, so forget about it. That’s not what I called you here for.”

“Really?” Her bright eyes were hopeful.

“Just take a seat. I know your potential, Olivia,” he continued, his voice softening slightly. “And I think there may be a way for you to prove yourself and earn a higher rank within the company.”

Olivia’s eyes widened in surprise, a mix of uncertainty and curiosity. She cautiously nodded, inviting Roman to continue.

“I have an upcoming business trip,” he explained. “It’s an important project that requires utmost dedication and confidentiality. I need a temporary personal assistant to accompany me, handle logistics, and assist with various tasks. If you’re willing, this could be an opportunity for you to showcase your skills and potentially earn a promotion. How does that sound?”

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