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"Aron's point of view,"

"Mr. Fringe, Miss Grace, arrived." My PA informed me while I was waiting at my office door.

"After ten minutes, send her to my office." I responded while keeping my gaze firmly fixated on the laptop's screen.

It's finally time to meet that mysterious authoress. Despite feeling giddy on the inside, I stifled my enthusiasm in the presence of my PA. After all, I am the only owner of a reputed multi-billion-dollar business empire.

I've been excited to meet her ever since I learned about her, but my investigator warned me she is quite reserved and has strong morals, so it wouldn't be a good idea if I suddenly went up to her and offered. She undoubtedly would have rejected me. This is how I plan to meet her since I can't afford to hear the word "no" come out of her mouth.

Considering her financial situation, I knew she would be devastated to lose her job, so I took advantage of her vulnerability and bought the publishing house where she worked.

In response to my email from last night informing her of the new circumstances at the publishing business where she may continue her work,

She stated that she would only like to see the owner of the publishing house and asked me to keep her identity a secret from the public.

She should always be available for me, and I want her to hide herself from the rest of the world.

"Sir, may I come in?" An inviting voice abruptly interrupted my fantasy world.

"Yes, come in." I continued to gaze at the laptop screen.

My laptop screen showed the 18+ articles she had just emailed this morning.

I could tell she had entered my office because of the sweet vanilla aroma. I can't wait to see her, but I have to remember that this is our first meeting and act like a professional CEO.

I completely focused my mind on her while gluing my eyes to the laptop screen.

She must have arrived dressed in an extremely short skirt that showed off her gorgeous legs and a tight shirt with the top three buttons open.

If I had to guess, I'd say her measurements are 34-24-36.

"Sir, I received an email last night informing me that you wish to meet with me." Although I am not drawn to the sound of any girl, I am electrified simply by hearing a woman's voice. Junior Aron started getting ready to leave my briefs. I need to temporarily restrain my lust. I inhaled deeply and attempted to restrain Junior fringe.

"What's your real name, Authoress Naughty?" I folded the screen of my laptop and turned to look at the girl who was standing in front of me.

"Sara grace." I felt as though electricity began flowing in my body instead of blood the moment I locked eyes with her deep blue eyes.

I've never experienced this strange sense when meeting a girl before.

Her bright cheekbones, delicate pink lips, broad forehead, long golden hair, and thick eyelashes made me feel as though an angel from heaven had appeared before me. I just kept staring at her face. I don't know why I couldn't break our eye contact, even though my brain kept telling me to check her figure.

"Sir, may I take a seat?" It embarrassed me to realize, upon hearing her soft voice, that I had not yet offered her a seat.

"I'm sorry, Miss Grace; please take a seat." I looked away from her face to examine her physique.

What a long, blonde neck! I fixed my gaze on her breast to measure the size. No, she is not wearing what I had pictured her in. She's wearing a baggy sweater, so I have no idea how big her breasts are. Also, she wears jeans over her thighs.

Why did she even bother to show up like that? If I had known she was going to show up to our meeting in that state, I would have included a note in the email about the appropriate attire for the meeting.

To be honest, her appearance surprised me.

Normally, the women that visit my office for interviews dress to impress, so I was expecting to see them in their finest attire.

On her face, there isn't even a hint of makeup. Although her entire body is clothed, I can tell that she has a fantastic body just by looking at her.

"Please don't cancel my contract, sir; this job is really important to me." The sound of her voice again diverted my focus.

"Why did you hide your true identity from the public, Miss Grace?"

"Sir, writing is my source of income, not my identity." I am more eager to speak with her after hearing her confident voice.

"Miss Grace, don't you think that keeping your real name a secret is misleading your readers? After all, they have the right to know who their favorite author is."

"No, sir; I completely disagree with you on this point. My writings are products of my imagination, not of who I am."

Why does she not attempt to entice me, as other girls do?

She is sitting extremely upright in her chair, and I never once had the impression that she was attempting to draw me closer to her. She did not try to lure me by biting her lips or flicking her hair, nor did she invite me to kiss her. She is sitting in her chair quietly, as if my presence means nothing to her, even though I am sitting on my chair just in front of her and my feet can touch her feet beneath the table.

Did she not like me?

"I will pay you 10 times what you currently make, Miss Grace, but I need one fresh 18+ article per day."

"What?

Every day, new articles?

I can not do this." She listened to me, and her blue, almond-shaped eyes grew larger in shock.

"Do you not trust your abilities, or do you not require money?" I questioned her as I turned the paperweight that had been placed on the desk.

"I apologize for interrupting you, Mr. Fringe, but I need to speak to you immediately." My detective walked in and ruined the moment when I was almost finished encouraging Sara to sign the contract.

"Will you please wait outside for a moment, Miss Grace?"

"Yes, sir," she replied with a small smile before leaving my office.

How awesome are her pearly whites? I shudder to think what it would feel like if she used them to leave hickeys all over my body.

"What was the important task for which you did not wait until my meeting was done, and why did you suddenly interrupt me in the middle of it?" For a long time, I kept my annoyance under control, but now that Sara has left us, it gets harder for me to do so.

"Mr. Fringe, I realize this will disappoint you, but please hear me out." He showed me something on his iPad screen, and I felt as if someone had stimulated my dick and then left me halfway through without quenching my thirst.

"No, at any cost, I won't allow this to happen." I quickly amended Sara Grace's contract paper, wrote up a new one for her with the updated terms, and put it in an envelope.

"Sara Grace, I fought extremely hard to find you, and now I will not let you go at any cost."