Page 33 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

Getting back to work, I type in a few charity ideas on my phone’s notepad. I want to provide a shelter for women and children. That is my priority, for now. I’ve already got some potential properties lined up. At the shelter, I’ll even provide a soup kitchen at the ground floor.

And speaking of soup kitchens, I’ll get volunteers who will help me organize feeding programs. Another idea that I’ve got lined up is to get some volunteer doctors and nurses. We can organize a free check-up and provide some medicine for those who are in need.

We could ask people to donate some clothes to the needy. I have a lot of friends who are willing to help with that. I’m sure they’ll even donate large sums of money for the cause.

But as rich as my friends are, I’m going to need larger funding. The non-profit charities have to be funded by the company. Being non-profit, we won’t be making any money out of them. And, the challenge is how to syphon new resources so that the company can cover all those expenses.

A fundraiser seems like a good idea, but I need to make better plans for it. Sonya crosses my mind. Through the years, she’s been able to organize company events like a pro. I’m sure this fundraiser is right up her alley. Unfortunately, we aren’t on speaking terms. And in order to get her on board, I need to tell her what I’m up to with the company’s extra money.

I’m not sure if I’m ready to divulge my plans to her just yet. It’s still a little embarrassing.

Going over some of the company profits, I notice how Sonya’s work garners most of the profits. My mouth hangs open in utter amazement. She truly is a genius. My mom is lucky to have her. And just from the look of how she works, anyone can tell that there’s no question about her devotion.

I shake my head. No one can be that perfect.

I review the data regarding Sonya’s work. And as if my recent discovery wasn’t enough, I find out that not only are we reaping in the most profits from Sonya’s work, but we’re also saving more money because of Sonya’s designs.

The materials that she chooses for her designs aren’t very costly, but still provide good quality merchandise. She’s smart about the materials she uses. She’s practical with regards to her every move.

Did I say that she’s a genius? She’s damn brilliant! She exceeds expectations. As head of the finance department, I can say that her talent is simply mind-boggling.

If only my mother saw through her employee’s talent sooner. We could have put Sonya’s intelligence to better use, rather than running her ragged with administrative work. She’s like a godsend, and my mother does not even realize this. It’s truly a pity.

I recheck the data, just to be sure that I’m not dreaming. But no matter how many times I go through them, the results always stay the same. Sonya has indeed been doing a lot of good for this company for that past few years.

I’ll need to talk to mother about this. Sonya’s talent and intelligence should not be wasted. But knowing my mother, she’ll think that I’m just making another rash decision.

I start making a presentation for my mother, so that she’ll see that I’m not making decisions out of emotions. If I show her all the relevant data regarding the company profits, and Sonya’s role in its increase, she’ll definitely consider Sonya for a promotion.

She’d be damn stupid if she doesn’t. And my mother, Gloria Fields, is many things, but stupid is not among them.

I’m typing furiously on my laptop, eager to put what I have learned in a presentation, when I feel my stomach grumble.

I look at the clock and notice that it’s already eight in the evening. I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. It’s late, and I haven’t eaten anything since this morning.

I’m almost done with my presentation. A bite to eat can be permitted.

I head for the kitchen. I open my fridge, relieved that there’s some leftover ham, I decide to make a sandwich.

With my mind being free from work, thoughts of Sonya come creeping back in.

With that, I finish my sandwich in a hurry. The sooner that I can finish my presentation and convince my mother that Sonya is indeed worthy of a promotion, the sooner the guilt that I feel will disappear.

With this, I know that I’ll be able to make it up to Sonya. I can’t think of a better way to make her forgive me, than to help her achieve what she’s always wanted, which is recognition from my mother, and a position that is worthy of her talents.

I get back to my study to finish my work. After another hour, I’m finally done.

I look over it to make sure that there are no mistakes.

Satisfied with my work, I save it all, and close my laptop to get some well-deserved rest.

I glance at my phone that’s at the far corner of my desk. Hesitantly, I grab a hold of it. I feel nervous. What if Sonya still hasn’t responded?

I let out a heavy sigh and decide to just suck it up. I turn on my phone, feeling a sense of anticipation.

No response. I feel a huge wave of disappointment but try to push it back down.

I really do regret leaving her like that.

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