Exposing Mister Billionaire

[3rd Person’s POV]Katalina stared at the termination contract in her email. Her supervisor implied to fire her because her output as a writer isn’t clicking anymore.You told me writing was your passion. How come you keep on creating trash after trash?!Those were the words that echoed inside her head. A single tear fell from her eyes. No one understood her hardship. Or even appreciate her effort.She sighed and looked around. Katalina felt useless. Her forté long ago doesn’t align with journalism. But still, in the same field of writing information.Her coworkers were so busy creating exposé, articles after articles, and here she was, as her editor would say, concocting rubbish and futile articles.Katalina dragged her feet to the restroom. She locked herself to one of the cubicles. Latching her palms to her mouth, she cried without any sound. Her shoulders shuddered and her knees were shaking.Everyone has their own different level of sensitivity. But this one shook her to the core

[3rd Person’s POV]“Jesus Christ!’ she exclaimed, staring at her reflection in the mirror.Katalina turned on the faucet of the lavatory. She washed her face and stare for the second time in the mirror. “I should definitely sleep,” she commented.The dark bags underneath her eyes are visible, her chapped lips are accentuated, and stress is painted all over her face. She walks out of the bathroom. And headed back to her mini workspace.She sat in front of her laptop once again.“Mafia boss, horny billionaire, leader of a syndicate….” Katalina sighed. This could be the exposé she needed. But netizens are smarter nowadays.She massaged her temples. “Still no proof. But at least, I have a list of his possible motives,” she sounded like a detective, chasing the most wanted criminal.Katalina laid back and inhaled deeply. She’s tired and wishes to sleep. But the caffeine still runs through her veins.After dinner with the waiter last night, she did not stop digging for more information abou

[3rd Person’s POV]“Geez! Where is he!?” she asked frantically. In a blink of an eye, she lost Hunter in her sight.The waiter just chuckled, thinking that Katalina was just one of the ladies who was into his boss. He left her.Katalina looked around with an eyes as sharp as an eagle. She couldn’t lose Hunter.She sauntered through the crowded place. Hoping that Hunter was there, mingling with the crowd. But she failed.The auction began. “For $90,000 as a starting bid,” the emcee announced. His apprentice removed the cover of the painting.The people gasped.Katalina was curious. She looked at the painting and was stunned as well.“A half-naked painting of Mister Collins and—”“$300,000!” a woman with white hair bid.The emcee chuckled. “Wow. We have a first bidder. Any taker? Do I hear $400,000?”“$1,000,000!”The bidding goes higher and higher. Katalina glanced once more at the painting before she left and resumed to hunt the famous billionaire.He’s intelligent. Katalina praised H

[3rd Person’s POV] The car stopped moving. Katalina snapped from her thoughts. She looked at the driver in the mirror. Their gazes met. “We’re here,” he informed. Katalina nodded. She picked up her handbag and glanced at her. She smiled. “What’s your name?” “Ian.” “Nice to meet you, Ian,” Katalina descended from the car. She waved goodbye at him before entering the company. It was her nature to be kind. Even if her origins were dark, Katalina’s heart was pure. As she entered the building, she was observing the workplace. Katalina can’t say anything negative about it. For a starter in business, he hit the beginner’s luck! Katalina said at the back of her head. She stopped at the front desk. “Excuse me, miss?” she caught the attention of the lady with a pony tail. “Hi! Good morning, miss. Anything I can help with?” she asked with a smile on her face. Katalina read the name template on her uniform. “Cara, right?” “Yes.” “I’m Hunter’s newly hired personal assistant,” Katalina

[3rd Person’s POV] “Shit!” Katalina hurriedly gets inside a cab. She pointed to her boss’ car in front of them. “Please, follow that car.” “I’m on a break,” the driver munched the burger. “Please, h-he’s cheating on me!” she lied. Katalina faked crying. The driver seemed to convince. “That bastard!” he turned on the car’s engine and tailed behind Hunter’s car. “Thank you,” she said carefully which came out as a whisper. She took out her phone. And proceed to videotape the actual scene. Katalina also took pictures. Her heart was in her throat. She believed that this will lead her to the tip of the iceberg. The one that she wishes to discover to tarnish Hunter’s reputation. “I’m sick of those news tabloids,” she said. Katalina thought she said it to herself. The driver glanced at her. “What’s with the tabloid?” Katalina snapped her head. She sniffled. “Those cheating husbands.” Her mind was too quick to come up with some things. Thoughts are flowing inside her head. Determin