Page 38 of His Cruel Billionaire Scorecard

Roman respected the man for his business savvy and grit but couldn’t afford to have any other prospective clients yanked away from under him now.

This was adding to his headache, and he needed a break.

He got up and decided that today would be an early day.

He looked at the time; it was noon.

Perfect.

“I’ll make an announcement,” he said, facing Allen, who was waiting for a response.

“What? To whom?”

“My employees, they’ll be rounding up in the next hour. Everyone deserves a break. This has been a rough week for all of us.”

“And the Michael situation?”

“We’ll just let it go. We need to find a big score.”

“I’ll inform Thomson, I’ll be taking my leave. See you in a bit.”

As soon as he left, he dialed Scott.

“I’ll need you to set up a meeting at the usual place.”

“Will that be all?”

Scott was a reliable and brisk assistant who could read and respond to any situation accordingly and always did his job efficiently.

“Yes, that’ll be all.”

Roman ended the call. He got up from his seat, shook his Armani jacket, and put it on.

He picked up his phone again to call Linda.

He asked her to inform every one of their early dismissal.

In a few minutes, he could already hear their whoops of joy downstairs. He smiled a little and shook his head.

There was also something else niggling at the back of his mind; throughout his life, all the challenges that came his way, he always had a solution to it, provided he had a little rest and a little peace of mind. Still, this particular problem is proving hard to solve.

It had been over four days now since he had last spoken directly to Olivia.

They’d spent an incredible night, and he was having his second night of peaceful sleep. Then he’d woken up to an empty bed.

She had gotten out of bed and decided to take a different flight from him, and he had taken it as her simply not wanting to talk about it, but the way she carried herself and the foreign look in her eyes told him a different story. He thought giving her space was the right thing, but he needed to find her and just let this be over with but where was she?

He needed clarity.

He hoped she was not yet gone from the building as he had already dismissed everyone because it would be very awkward showing up at her house, but with the way he was feeling, he’d do it if need be.

He pressed the elevator button from his own private office downstairs. Everyone burst into cheers as he came down.

“If only you’re all this enthusiastic during rush week,” he said with a small grin.

To his left was Olivia’s office with her name ‘Olivia W’ in bold letters tacked to the front.

He knocked, and without waiting for a response, he turned the handle.

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