Page 3 of His Cruel Billionaire Scorecard

“I hear you, Roman, but let’s not lose sight of our core values. We built this company on the foundation of promoting sportsmanship and fostering a sense of community. If we prioritize profit over everything else, we risk losing what makes us unique.”

“Unique or not, we need to keep our shareholders happy. They’ve invested their hard-earned money in this company, expecting returns. We can’t neglect the business side of things,” Roman said, getting up, suddenly feeling more fidgety than he did this morning since stepping out of the elevator.

He had a work process and principle that he applied to everyone who worked under him, and his principle was that every cog in the machine was important, and if one was missing, it would affect everyone else.

It was that damn intern. What was her name again? But his thoughts were interrupted by Thompson, who got up, patting Roman on the shoulder.

“Of course, I understand the importance of delivering returns, but let’s also remember the long-term vision. By creating a positive and inclusive sports environment, we’ll attract loyal fans and sponsors who align with our values. That will ultimately drive sustainable growth.”

Roman considered it. “Sustainable growth, huh? I’ve heard that before. But it’s time we see some tangible results. We need to explore new revenue streams, sponsorship opportunities, and perhaps even consider expanding into emerging markets.”

“Roman. I’m already researching potential partnerships with international sports organizations. Stark Company is interested in a meeting this week. We can tap into the ultra-global market and introduce our brand to a wider audience. This will not only boost revenue but also promote cultural exchange through sports. I gotta go now.”

“You wisecracker,” But this time, Roman had a hint of a smile on his face.

“Now, that’s the kind of proactive thinking I like to see, Thompson. Keep pushing those boundaries and exploring new avenues. We can’t afford to rest on our laurels if we want to stay ahead of the competition.” Thompson walked to the door, turning the handle, “Don’t worry, Roman. I’ve got our team working on innovative marketing strategies and collaborations with influential athletes. We’ll create buzz, engage our fans, and generate the revenue we need without compromising our core values. Now, point me in the direction of that new intern you hired; I want to see if my charms work on her.”

Roman’s smile turned into a thin-lipped stare.

“I just brought in two new interns and if any of them falls for you, consider them fired. I hope you have a job lined up for them.”

A knock sounded on his door, and it creaked open slowly; it was Olivia.

“I’m sorry Mr. Knight, I’ll come back,” she apologized.

“No, wait,” Thompson said.

“Sit down.” Roman commanded.

“Thompson will soon be out of here. Besides, I need you to start immediately.”

Olivia nodded and sat down on a couch far away from them, watching Thompson banter with Roman, who didn’t seem very pleased.

They seemed like old friends, and Olivia lost interest in their conversation, her eyes trailing to meet this Roman Knight, over and over, analyzing his body language as he talked. He seemed like the person that spared no effort in every physical detail–his hair was perfectly styled, and his clean-shaven face is adorned with a subtle hint of cologne, adding to his allure.

As he swiveled around in his chair to talk, all she noticed were his broad shoulders and muscular arms. He also carried himself with a sense of purpose and ease, making it clear that he was a man who knew what he wanted.

The office itself was equally impressive–the walls were adorned with tasteful artwork, and the furniture was of the highest quality. His large desk dominated the space; it was the first thing she noticed as she stepped inside.

Olivia always believed that it was only in the movies where you were immediately greeted by an atmosphere of elegance and sophistication until she walked into this one.

The space was furnished with plush leather armchairs and sofas, polished wooden desks, and tasteful decor that exuded opulence. But she should have expected it, given he was quite wealthy, making a fortune very young and establishing his company a year later.

So, this is where I’m going to be working, she thought with a slight smile. If only she could take a picture now and send it to her sisters.

The office boasted floor-to-ceiling windows that provide an unobstructed view of the surrounding cityscape. You could see skyscrapers piercing the sky and bustling streets below. The natural light that flooded the space created a warm and inviting ambiance.

The walls were adorned with beautiful artwork and shelves lined with carefully selected books giving the space an intellectual flair. Olivia was sure you could enjoy this office’s stunning views while you worked, especially at night when the city lights twinkle like stars, creating a serene and peaceful atmosphere.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Thompson getting up and slapping a jovial hand across his friend’s shoulder, howling at a joke he made and thought was funny. “I’ll be seeing you later, my friend.”

“Don’t count on it.”

Roman just managed a lazy grin and sat back down, now steadily resting his eyes on Olivia. His piercing eyes made her self-conscious immediately.

“Well then,” Thompson said, stopping at the door.

“I look forward to seeing you here in two weeks, take care Olivia,” he said warmly and laughed, closing the door behind him.

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