Grandma, are you hungry?" she asked with a serious expression on her face.
Sitting on her boss chair Billina was talking to her grandmother who was comfortably seated on a large sofa.
"No, Billina. Have you thought about the matter I told you about?" asked her grandmother with a hint of excitement on her face.
Billina sighed and replied, "Not again, grams."
"Billina.. you are 23. I think it's time for you to get married. At least bless me with your kids." pleaded Jules.
"We've discussed this a million times and my answer is the same as always. I'm not interested grandma," she replied casually.
"Till when you are going to hold a grudge against innocent men just because your father..." grandma mentioned carefully until Billina interrupted her by saying, " That man was not my father, grandma!" Billina slammed her hands on the table making her grandmother startled.
"Oh and grandmother, men are never innocent," she added in a confident tone.
"What happened was an accident.. you also know that," Jules said, a little impatient.
"For you, it is but for me... the man is the reason my mother is not with me." Billina replied frustrated.
"What done is done. Now you must get married and produce heirs." her grandmother replied sadly.
"Grandma, there are many ways to produce an heir without getting married. And trust me when the time is right. I will do that too." Billina said impassively.
"What? No way... you're depending on technology, my dear. I will not accept." her grandma said astonished then shook her head.
"Okay, grandma let's not discuss this now," she said in a boring tone.
"Okay but meet him just for once." her grandma pleaded.
"Who?" she asked raising a brow.
"Conor Ostin," said Jules.
"Ostin? As in British Ostin?" Billina asked with a raised brow.
"Yep.." Jules nodded concurring. "His father was a very good family friend and ever since he died we hardly have seen each other so tonight I've invited the Ostins for dinner," informed Jules.
"No way!" Billina said astonished.
"Yes. Be on time. And please for one time in your life, Billina.. do not wear a suit but a beautiful dress." her grandmother ordered in a bossy tone.
"Sure thing." Billina nodded rolling her eyes but in her real, she wasn't interested.
Her grandma went out and as usual, she buried herself in work again.
One or two hours later, the knock on the door made her raise her head.
"Hey, Bill Bill." a sweet voice came from the door side.
"Serena.," Billina said with a poker face.
"God! That's how you greet your best friend." she walked in, her appearance was like she was going on a party or something.
Her figure was thin and those long legs with six-inch heels were only made for the walk-in ramp. Serena was a well-known model.
"I always greet you like this," she replied working on a laptop.
"Yes but we are meeting after a whole freaking month, I was hoping for a hug or maybe 'Serena I missed you. How were your holidays?' But no.." she said annoyed.
"Alright, come here you freak." Billina stood up and walked to her for a hug.
Serena and Billina were best friends for almost a decade. Growing up together they knew each other better than anyone else.
Billina used to be a bright child and she always used to smile but ever since that incident happened... it changed her whole life. Now she never smiles.. or you can say she became heartless.
"There's a black hole where your heart should be and I don't blame you for that," Serena said and Billina didn't bother to listen to her.
"I heard you fired an employee today," Serena said going through her phone.
"Then you must have heard about the dinner with Ostins tonight," Billina said in a mocking tone.
Of course, she knew her grandmother had called Serena to have a chat about her marriage.
"See.. this is him." Serena showed a picture of a perfectly handsome hunk to Billina.
"Conor Ostin.." after a pause, Serena said happily.
"So? Why are you showing me his picture?" Billina took a quick look at the picture then raised her brow.
"Mood spoiler..." Serena eyed her angrily.
"C'mon Billina for the one time in your life please interest in a boy," Serena said irritated.
"Clearly not.," she replied dryly.
"We all are worried about you and your wedding. I want to be a bridesmaid... a maid of honour." Serena said with hope in her big beautiful eyes.
"Okay... are we discussing my marriage in office?"Billina asked in an impassive tone.
"Did grandma sent you here?" she asked, again.
"Listen to me, Serena. I'm not the sort of person men marry," she explained.
"Perhaps it is our imperfections that make us so perfect for one another," Serena replied with an aspiration face.
"Conor is the one, Billina," she added.
"Really? What made you think that I'm going to marry a fuck boy?" Billina laughed hysterically.
"Well... he's not... apparently..." as Serena was about to speak further, Billina threw a bundle of magazines on the table where Conor Ostin was on the front pages of every popular magazine cover.
"This is a scandal." Serena defended.
"No, this is your Conor Ostin." corrected Billina.
"I'm having dinner with him tonight.... isn't that enough? If it was not for grandma I would never see him," she added.
"Are you that allergic to men?" Serena asked disappointed.
"Yes. If you asked me to kiss a pig covered in mud or a handsome boy. I would kiss a pig." Billina said in a pissed tone.
"Eww... gross...All of the examples in the world and you thought about this?" Serena made an awkward face.
Later when Serena left, Clara and Ron entered with few shopping bags.
''Mrs. Bernand have sent these things for you. She said you have to look good tonight." Ron said in a polite tone.
The dress was formal, probably a ball gown matching accessories and diamond jewels.
"Keep it aside," Billina said while having coffee. The whole day went busy in BB Corporations and finally, it was night.
The workers heaved in a sigh as the day was over. Billina closed her laptop and stood up, to go home.
She pressed the intercom button and Ron ran in quickly.
"Yes, Ms Bernand?" he spoke softly.
"Is my dress here?" asked Billina removing her coat.
"yes, just a minute." he went out and came back with a large shopping bag.
Billina changed into the dress and walked out of her room.
'Clara, send my suit to dry cleaners." she ordered.
"Sure thing, Ma'am." Clara nodded.
"What's for tomorrow?" Billina asked walking towards the elevator.
She had this habit of letting her routine set for next day in advance. Ron, Clara and Billina were now in an elevator discussing the day.
"Tomorrow you have to visit the Smiths," Ron informed working on IPad.
"And after that, you have lunch with Parker's," Clara added.
'Busy day, eh?" Billina sighed.
"Do you want us to reschedule any of your meetings?" both of her assistants asked together.
'No. Did Parker's invited my grandmother too?" Billina asked dryly.
"Yes, Ma'am. You both are invited." Clara nodded in agreement.
The elevator reached the ground floor and she stepped out followed by two assistants.
They escorted her to the car and said, "Goodnight ma'am. See you tomorrow."
"Thank you.." she simply replied and hopped in the car.
The car reached in front of a luxurious villa and it was based on three-story building. A truly magnificent villa with an infinity pool and large garden, offering a stunning view.The dinner was being arranged on an outdoor terrace on the second-floor balcony, giving a breathtaking view.Billina stepped out of the car and walked towards the villa. Few servants waited for her arrival and greeted her."Good evening, Ms Bernand. The guests are here with your grandmother. I assume you are not ready yet." the manager, Lora said politely."I am all ready, Lora," Billina said and walked upstairs.The sweet voices of two women talking about marriage were heard as Billina walked further in.'Marriage.. marriage.. marriage." Billina sighed and walked into the terrace."Ahh... Billina finally you're here." her grandmother smiled sweetly, but her appearance made her a little un
"Grandma, you know today we have lunch with the Parkers." Billina was sitting on her car and talking on the phone with her grandmother, while the driver took the car to the BB Corporations.After a minute of silence, she spoke, "Do you have a doctor's appointment today?" she asked with a neutral expression on her face."Alright, I'll go with you." she nodded.Ten minutes later, the car reached in front of a large building, painted in grey. BB was a multinational corporation and every person in the USA of out of it was aware of this company and Billina Bernand.At a very small age, she just made her name as the ruthless businesswoman of America. She was all over the news and on the front pages of magazines like Forbes, Vogue, Cosmopolitan, Elle and many more.And for the past two months, she was on the cover of Forbes with a title 'Billina Bernand, the billionaire beauty'.Many bache
Billina finished the meeting with the Parkers and went for an interview with Forbes.She was wearing a black tux, looking ravishing rich.After being greeted by the host, she got herself seated."So, Ms Billina Bernand. Why did you start your business?" asked the host, with a pleasant smile on her face."Well.. my grandfather started this business as BB Corporations back in 60's," she replied neutrally."What is the real story behind BB?" the host asked."Uhm.. there's no such story. My grandfather's name was Benjamin Bernand and he named the business BB as in the short form of his name. Then, he named his son-my father Brian. That was with a B too. Then my parents named me Billina. So all of our generations are taking after B." she replied with a light chuckle."I heard your business started with 5 employees by your granddad. What is it like to have thousands of pe
Billina took one quick look at her wristwatch and said, "I must go. Suit yourself.""Leaving so soon, Ms Bernand?" Conor asked with a ravishing smile on his face."Yes because getting wasted in a bar is not my style," she said proudly.Conor raised both of his brows in astonishment.There was something about this girl... she never throws herself for a man. Her reputation precedes her.Such a sophisticated lady she is.To be honest, Conor thinks that formal wear looks good on her.Another second and two girls- more like sluts in a knee-length dress threw themselves at Conor."I got company, Bernand. See ya!" he winked at Billina who just rolled her eyes and walked away.Next morning all the newcomers reached BB Corporations by 9 and were told that a trainer is coming to give them a professional trainer. Ashton was there too.Even if he knew that he was at risk here but he still wanted to try his luck. Maybe
All the parked cars were seriously damaged. The security came, Colonel was distressed, but luckily no one got hurt.Sweat formed off Ashton's forehead. He was in trouble. Wasn't he?"What have you done?" The colonel shouted at him."Just go!" he added, giving him an icy stare.Ashton, with a sad face, was going back from the building and met Jules where they first met."You! Stop!" Jules noticed that the man who saved her from falling off the stairs was going so she stopped him to thank him.Ashton was lost in his thoughts and he didn't hear what the old woman had said.It was his only chance to find a job but he was so unlucky that every time something was going good he makes a mistake.How will he able to pay the bills and what will he eat?He only has $5 with him. And in this big city like Chicago, he couldn't find a decent job.Walking a few steps and he got bumped into something hard. Raising his head, he saw a m
A week has passed by, Ashton was very happy in his new office and Jules was satisfied with him.His only work was to go through the files which she needed to sign, take her to the doctor's whenever the appointment was fixed and feed her food and supplements.As Billina was out of the city for some work, therefore, Jules attended the office regularly.The Smiths planned a meeting with BB and as Billina wasn't available, so Jules set up the meeting."All ready?" she asked Patrick, the manager as she walked through the elevator."Yes, Mrs Bernand, all is set. The Smiths must be here in a minute or two." Patrick nodded and said.Jules, followed by her new assistant Ashton, went in her cabin."Ma'am do you want a coffee?" he asked politely.Jules shook her head and waited patiently for her clients to arrive.A few minutes later, Patrick came and informed her about the client's arrival.Ashton helped her stood up and
Catching his breath, Ashton felt his stomach was tied in knots.Where did he go? Whose house did he break into? Oh and not to forget the saw a girl naked.Ashton was breathing heavily, when he saw the guard, he quickly walked towards him and said, "Let's go."Down the road, he kept on thinking about the girl. Although he couldn't saw her face he saw her beautiful cream-coloured body wrapped in a towel, her long blonde hair.Oh and the sexy tattoo on the backside of her neck.Later when he went to Jules and told her that he could not make it inside the house as it was locked."Locked? But the house is never locked." she shook her head.But he knew he was lying. He cannot lose a job for sneaking into someone else's room. For God sake, it was a naked girl he almost saw.He won't be spared. Plus nobody will hire him if he will be kicked out of the BB Corporation."Well, alright. Let it be." Jules sighed lazily
Ashton reached the office and took the elevator to the VIP floor. As he didn't saw Jules' car outside so he thought she didn't come today.He decided to arrange her table meanwhile. As he was about to open the door, he overheard the conversations of two people.One was the voice of Jules Bernand and she was talking to a female."No, grandma. The least I can do for you is to marry Conor," she said with a rage in her voice."But what's wrong with him? He's a nice guy." Jules argued in a despairing tone."Oh, yea? Ask me. He's not... He's a total playboy. Don't get me started because I know his biodata more than you do." the granddaughter argued back."Alright. If not Conor then it might be someone else. But kid, don't you think the topic of your marriage is closed." Jules said in a neutral yet sweet voice of her."Uh-huh.. not yet." Billina shook her head in disagreement."Alright.. grandma. Let's keep this argue for the next time. For n