Page 5 of His Cruel Billionaire Scorecard

He made it a point of duty to know a little bit about everyone who worked under him.

“That is all sir,” Jane said, bowing a little before practically flying out of his office, leaving him alone in the silence.

He tapped his pen against his chin impatiently, his mind already far away from his work.

Roman didn’t understand why he was looking forward to seeing that woman, that intern, again.

“I’ll give her a piece of my mind next time I see her.”

He got up, walking out of his office, which suddenly felt too stuffy to observe everyone as usual when he had nothing to do or was waiting on a call.

Roman didn’t take 3 seconds before he spotted her downstairs.

Roman watched as Olivia interacted with his secretary, Linda, her laughter filling the air. His gaze lingered on her as he took in her appearance. She had a graceful charm about her, with chestnut brown hair falling in soft waves that framed her face. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of brown, sparkled with a strange kind of warmth.

He could appreciate that she was dressed in a pricey pencil skirt and jacket. Olivia exuded an air of elegance and professionalism. Her outfit was tasteful and refined, accentuating her slender figure. The outfit hugged her curves modestly, hinting at her femininity without being overly revealing. The jacket added a touch of sophistication, completing the ensemble.

As Roman observed her, he couldn’t help but think her style was a bit too tame for his taste. He was drawn to those who exuded a more daring and adventurous aura. While he appreciated her beauty and poise, he found wanting someone who possessed a bolder and edgier demeanor. He tried to conjure up images of her in a sleeveless, backless dress but couldn’t. He shook his head, free of fantasies.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out, “Go for Roman.”

“Hello, this is Mrs. Glockenspiel from Canfield Haute Couture. I’m the personal assistant to Mr. Giovanni. He says he would like to meet you now as he has a flight to catch by 5:00 p.m.”

Roman pocketed his phone with a sigh. Taking in one last look at Olivia as she talked animatedly with Linda.

He’d deal with her later. He thought as he swung open his wide office door and grabbed his jacket. Now, he had a business to run.

Chapter 3

“Dammit!”Oliviasworeasthe bathroom opened quite suddenly for the third time, startling her, and causing her to knock over her bottle of mascara on the sink, spilling its black ink.

“Oh my god, no. I’m so sorry, did I do that?”

“No, it’s alright. It’s fine, don’t bother about it.”

Olivia sighed and turned to see who it was.

“I’m Jane, by the way, Jane Drew,” the woman said with a smile, stretching out a hand.

She was bashful and looked shy in her coke glasses.

She was dressed in a black suit and pants.

“I’m Olivia,” she said, her expression softening.

“Oh, Olivia? You must be the other intern?”

“Yes, I am, nice to meet you.”

“Listen, I’m sorry about your makeup,” Jane said apologetically, letting go of her hand.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, I just had this silly idea of making myself look presentable today.”

“Really? You don’t need makeup. You’re beautiful enough.” And she did.

Jane thought, regarding Olivia’s physical appearance, from her long curly brown hair to her deep brown eyes and the thick lashes framing her face.

“How are you finding Mr Roman?”

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