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  Twenty-four years old Jeanette Eleanor Madison was tidying up her boss's files quickly. Her phone's alarm had just buzzed. She stared at her phone. It was nine o'clock sharp and she was supposed to be on her way home. 

Oh God! She had just finished having a heated argument with her boss. 

On normal days, she went home before nine. Except when her boss, Sarah Amber Trevor punishes her by giving her a lot of works to do. Whenever that happened, she usually left office after 10: 30 pm and reached home, thirty minutes after eleven. 

Today, she was supposed to be home by now but unfortunately after the heated argument with her boss and after her boss had left, she had to handle her boss's files and documents. A very big deal for Janette. Even before she could finish what she was doing, she took a bottle of vodka out of Sarah's wine cabinet, which she knew would land her into a bigger mess the next day, by the time her newly wedded boss summons her to her office. 

Jeanette already had the best words of excuse to say to her boss. ' Ma'am, I'm sorry. I broke your bottle of vodka and I don't mind you taking it out of my salary '. That was a very stupid thing to say. Of course, her boss would take the money out of her salary, without even letting her know. 

" Jeanette, your say, opinions, explanations, ideas, doesn't matter. The boss has the final say. You are just a poor thing. Don't try to give an explanation, if you do not want Madam Sarah to kick your fine ass by firing you, " she said to herself, slumping on the chair. 

Glossy long brown hair, fell to her back in a satiny curtain. Her face was captivating, her smooth complexion olive toned,   the bare minimum of make up enhancing her natural beauty. She had perfect cheekbones, slightly cat eyes, straight pointing nose and that sensual, irresistible mouth with luscious, dusky rose lips. She was above average height and had a delicious curvy figure. 

A guard opened the door and propped his head in. " Excuse me Jeanette, I just want to inform you that I am doing the last lockups and I think it's time for you to leave, " he said. 

She managed to wave. " I haven't got much to do but do not worry I will do the last lockups. You can just help me tell the securities that Sarah's personal assistant is still in here. Thanks, " she said in a high pitched tone. 

" Are you sure? If you want I can wait for you___ " 

" No. . . no, " she interrupted. " I am sure, I am fine and locking up is not a big deal for me. Good night. " Well doing my boss's work is the big deal!

" Look I'm serious, I can wait___ " 

" I swear, I can handle this. All you have to do is remind the securities that I'm still. . . I'm still around. Thank you, " she snapped and stood. 

" Okay. If you change your mind, just call me, " he said waving. " Bye. " 

" Thanks George Winters but I won't change my mind, " she sneered as she continued what she was doing. 

" Good night, " George said and left. 

Jeanette released a deep breath. Her inner organs didn't seem happy at all. She was starving and she didn't care. She missed lunch because of the harsh argument and now she was missing dinner. Well, no food for the rest of the night, except if heavenly manna falls. The next time she was gonna eat something was tomorrow morning. 

She didn't know what to do. She was through with work. What was she gonna do with the vodka. Drink and make a small party for herself, for all the humiliation she had received from her millionaire boss. She was bound to get drunk tonight but she feared she would wake up to find everyone staring at her by next morning. 

The door opened noisily. 

" Look George, I made it clear to you that I am not changing my mind. Just leave me alone, " Jeanette screamed angrily. " I don't need your company. I am not the first miserable and frustrated person to work in this company. I can take care of my misery___ " 

" Where's my wife? " a male voice slowly trailed off. 

Jeanette turned around with a little sharp scream. She was taken aback by his striking good looks. " Wait a minute. Who the hell are you? How did you get in here? I'm calling the cops! " 

" I am sorry to startle you. I'm looking for Sarah. . . " 

Oh my God! Jeanette rubbed her forehead with her hand. " Are you her husband? I'm sorry to ask this silly question. It's just that I didn't attend her wedding party. She asked me not to, " she said holding her breath. 

" Okay. . . I am Donald Allan Trevor, " he said walking to her with an outstretched hand. 

" I'm sorry for what you heard earlier, " Jeanette said, taking his hand. " I am Eleanor Madison. " 

They stared at each other for a while before Jeanette broke the handshake. 

" I'm so glad to see you in person. I cannot believe that I'm. . . that. . . Oh my gosh! I am standing in front of a billionaire. I'm so sorry, " the words fell out of Jeanette's lips. She breathed out heavily. " You are a billionaire? "

" I am. I'm the CEO and the heir to my father's company. . . " he paused. " I didn't mean to boast about myself, it's just. . . " 

" Of course you have to. Your wife is a millionaire, yet she boasts all the time. Morning, afternoon night. . . " she paused. " I didn't mean to say that. " 

His eyes raked her from head to toe. It sent a chill up her spine. Red-hot desire slammed inside him. 

" Is that vodka? " he said pointing behind her. 

Jeanette turned around. She nodded numbly. " Yeah. . . um. . . " 

" I think I should be invited to this party of yours, " he said with a broad charming manly smile. 

Jeanette stared at the billionaire. He was indirectly telling her, he wanted to drink together with a poor church rat like her. 

The dark blonde hair, short at the back and sides but thick and wayward on top, falling in unruly fashion across his forehead, was in his early thirties. He was six feet tall, his athletic frame was dressed in black suit. Smooth shaven, his jaw was masculine without being heavy, his cheeks lean, his nose in perfect proportion to other features, and his mouth, curved now in a small but sinful smile, was temptingly kissable. He was the most gorgeous, intensely man she had ever seen. 

" I take your silence as a no, " he said softly. " I should take my leave then. " 

" Em. . . no. I mean, this is vodka, " she said pointing at it. " But it's my boss's vodka. " 

" I could order any type of wine and have it here in just five minutes, " he began to say. 

Jeanette nodded. " You don't have to. Sarah will take out the money for vodka from my salary. " 

" This is not ordinary vodka. It is expensive, I hope you know. . . " 

" Of course I know. Sarah doesn't buy cheap wine. . . " 

Donald laughed. 

" You are for Sarah, right? She ain't here. Left earlier after we had a misunderstanding___ " 

" And she didn't fire you? " Donald asked in disbelief. 

" Well. . . I'm still waiting for her decision of me. If she fires me. . . then that's it, " Jeanette snapped. 

" She can be hell sometimes, " he said keenly. " Infact she is hell. I called her, she wasn't answering. She hasn't come home either. So, I decided to stop here and check for her. " 

" Too bad, she isn't here, " Jeanette said, moving to the desk. She grabbed the vodka and sat on a couch. " If you are still interested in my small miserable party, have a seat. . . " 

" Of course, I am. Thanks, " he said, sitting down.