The Billionairess's Reckoning

Third person POVZack placed his long legs on the coffee table, one on top of the other, as he pressed his phone.As Zack surfed through the internet reading the news about the market and stocks, mindlessly looking at what he deemed important to his person and scrolling over what he didn't need to concern himself about, especially gossip, one would easily mistake him for the owner of the fancy restaurant he was in and the staff room to be his personal office if not for the waiter's uniform that betrayed him.The uniform consisted of a white dress shirt, a black bow and black slacks. With his tall legs, slim waist, broad chest and styled but messy dark hair, one could mistake him for a model.Zack checked the time, and it was 6:50pm at the moment, meaning his break would end in about ten minutes. In two hours, he would be heading home after an eight-hour shift that started at 1pm. Zack checked the date on his phone and he let out a deep breath. Tomorrow would be his third anniversary w

"Babe," she patted her boyfriend on the chest to bring him back to reality. Her boyfriend turned his head towards the door and saw Zack standing there in shock while Emilia hurried to cover herself up.His lips lifted into a slight smirk as he got off the bed and Zack caught it. "Looks like the boyfriend is here," he whistled, slowly getting off the bed and going for his clothes.Not only was he on top of his girlfriend in his own house. This man was definitely mocking him. At that moment, Zack's rage overwhelmed his feeling of betrayal, taking over all his senses. He didn't hear when Emilia called out to him as he headed towards the man who was buckling in his pants. The man did not notice and was only made aware of lackluster fury when a punch landed on his face. "Oh my god no! Zack, stop!" Emilia called out to him, but he didn't hear as he went in for another punch. "No, stop!" Emilia stopped him by holding onto his arm. She had already slipped on a dress."Stop doing this please.

Third-person POVAs Rose sat at the head of the boardroom, listening to the heads of the different departments in her company tell her the final details of the event that was about to start in two hours' time, she felt an unsettling feeling deep within her."That's good, Mr. Sunshine, well done to you and your team for a great job," Rose complimented the Chief Marketing officer as he finalized his presentation."Thank you, Miss Gabrielle," Mr. Sunshine said with a cheeky grin, a contrast to Rose's Stoic expression as he took in Rose's compliment while the rest of the people in the meeting nodded their heads in recognition of his work.Next, was the Chief technology officer, Mr. Sanders, who continued with his presentation. "... Taking all the efforts brought forward to make this day a success, I would also like to put forward an idea to make our work with our partners more efficient..." Mr. Sanders stated.Rose's curiosity piqued. "And what is that idea of yours?" Rose asked him."I s

Third person POVWas Rose really excited about this?Alice shook her head and chuckled as she realized what was going on, yet sighed in relief upon realizing Rose wasn't planning anything dangerous.Who knew one could get the high about eavesdropping on their employees, but then, Rose had always been peculiar about her approach to things.Alice locked her cubicle, closed the lid on the toilet and sat comfortably, listening to those that came and went.Most of the women went in to touch their makeup and do a little bit of gossip."I love your dress!""You look absolutely stunning girl!""You look in the mirror and tell that to yourself.""Did you see Vanessa's dress?" one voice said and two others laughed."Seriously. Did she wear her Halloween dress or something?" Another said, and the others laughed."Someone needs to tell her orange is not her color."Not long after, the girls went out."Does any one of you have a pad or tamp?" Someone anxiously asked her group. "I think i might be

Third Person POVKnowing she would be there all by herself, and feeling not the need to knock, he opened the door and let himself in, closing the door softly behind him.Rose stood in front of the ceiling to floor windows, gazing down at the busy city which was shrouded in the midst of the night of the sky, yet illuminated by the the lights from the buildings and from the street lamps.On her large mahogany desk which was at least three decades old, he could see an envelope beside a letter and he knew right who the sender of that letter would be and how it always affected Rose.Her arms folded against her torso, and her hair now let down, she seemed to be loss in thoughts as she gazed through the window, barely making one thing from the other amidst the tall skyscrapers and the cars brimming at the traffic.He walked up to her, and with her back to his, he wound his arms around her waist, rested his head on her shoulder and sniffed in her scent."You did well Rose, tonight was amazing