Page 8 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

“I thought about this, and I’ve arrived at a favorable answer,” she tells me. Is this the foreboding I was feeling earlier?

“You have to prove that you’ve settled down by getting married,” she states in a voice that brooks no argument.

“Mom!” I stand up, reacting.

“I’m not done yet,” Mom adds. “I want you to settle down, and you have three months to make this happen. After three months, you’ll lose your chance, and I’ll give control of the company to someone else.”

My mouth’s agape. What the fucking hell stipulation is this? But of course, I didn’t curse in front of my mom.

“You can leave,” mom points at the door. “Think it over carefully. Your playboy lifestyle or the company?”

I didn’t know how I manage to walk out of her office. I feel so conflicted, I don’t know what to do.

Then, I see Sonya in front of me… and a trace of inspiration appears in my mind. I got the answer to my predicament.

Sonya’s an angel.

Five

Sonya

"Yes, no, no, wait! I don't mean that!" I shout as I talk on my phone. I'm balancing coffee and files on both hands. I have my cellphone placed in between my ears and my shoulder.

"We need to have the place ready for the event!" I insist as I continue to walk towards the company building while talking on my phone. It was stupid of me to forget my earphones.

I guess I'm pretty preoccupied.

I have to buy coffee from two blocks away; then, I have to pick up files from one of our staff that has to be in the field today.

I'm so busy even though it's still early, forty minutes past eight am. I hear people arguing on the other line; it looks like I have to go to the event's place myself.

I sigh, "What now?"

We talk for a few minutes, and we finally manage to reach a consensus. I hang up and almost throw my phone away when it rings again.

I answer the phone with purse lips. Can't these people wait? I'm almost at the office!

"I'm almost there," I reply as soon as I answer without hearing the person's reason for calling. "I have the files in hand."

"Great, come here as soon as possible," the other side says, then hangs up.

"What am I? The Flash?" I mumble and walk faster as much as my stiletto' hells' can carry me. I call it 'hells' because it's hell for me walking and running on my stiletto. My goodness, I can't wear flats because I have to look the part.

This is the downside of working in the fashion industry. Even if you feel like shit, you have to look like an angel. An epitome of beauty, grace, and elegance.

I run to the elevator as soon as I'm on company premises.

"Wait!" I shout and smile apologetically at the people inside when my coffee almost toppled over. They look at me with understanding. Well, yeah, who wouldn't? They know who I am.

Most of them know since they see me like this every morning. Yes, every morning during this time.

I sigh. Where did my dream of becoming a partner go? The road to the top is tougher than I thought. One by one, they go to their floors, mine's on the top floor.

I walk out of the elevator last. I heave a sigh of relief because of finishing this particular job. It seems buying coffee is an essential job. My eyes roll at the thought.

Of course, it's not.

Before I can knock on Mrs. Fields' office, one of the many secretaries intercepts me.

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