UNVEILING THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEART

"Who in the bloody hell is responsible for this?" Jonathan roared, slamming his phone onto the desk.

His face was a mask of fury, his jaw tight as he stared at Mrs. Garvey. His tall frame stood firmly behind the crystal-glass table, panting heavily.

"Sir, that must be the clumsy editor, Evania Taylor," Mrs. Garvey whispered, edging toward the polished brown door.

A brief wave of silence swept through the room, Jonathan stared sternly at her, her visible wrinkles stretching her skin, and without further ado commanded.

"Get me that damn waif in here now," Jonathan yelled, sinking back into his chair, his fingers drumming a ruthless rhythm.

Evania approached the door, her heart pounding in a fast-paced rhythm that almost forced her innocent lungs out through her chest. She knocked, the sound weak and brittle but audible.

"It better be you, Evania Taylor," Jonathan's voice ripped through the silence.

She opened the door, stepping into a room that suddenly felt suffocatingly small. Jonathan rose, his tall, imposing figure blocking the light busking through the curtain.

"You have no idea the mess your recklessness has dragged us into," he seethed, towering over her. 

Evania approached him, dragging her feet to the glass table.

"We nearly lost that contract—the biggest one this quarter! Tell me, what is your excuse? A rough night with your lover, huh?" He continued.

Evania clutched the heavy brown envelope, her fingers tracing the ridge of the approval form buried inside, finally she pulled out the document.

"Sir, I'm so sorry, I forgot it in my bag last night." She slid the envelope across the crystal-glass table. 

Jonathan didn't touch it. He leaned over the table, his blue blazing eyes locking onto hers. His nostrils flared furiously.

The air between them grew tense, charged with a strange, uncomfortable feeling that had nothing to do with contracts. 

Jonathan drew closer, stooping over the glass table, Evania felt her skin warm, a frightening response to his terrifying proximity as he edged closer.

His choking spicy fragrance burned her nostrils, her feet trembled and she stepped back, realising the severity of her clumsy and unreliable mind.

"A simple apology won't erase a ten million loss," he shot back, his voice dropping to a dangerous murmur.

Evania mumbled, she tried to lift her voice but her lips felt heavy and she just stared helplessly at Jonathan as he stuttered.

“A-and that's not all you're hiding, is it?"

His gaze snagged on an extra document she had accidentally brought out. He snatched it before she could react.

“Sir, it’s nothing, just—" Evania stammered, reaching for it, their hands brushing. 

A sudden jarring impact, sharp and electric, passed between them. She instantly pulled back, her cheeks flushed.

He ignored the reaction, his eyes scanning the page. "A court summon? For 8 a.m. at Guildford court?" 

He straightened, his lips curling into a lethal smile that made him look savagely handsome. 

"So, you risked a multi-million-dollar deal for something so trivial as this, a court order? What kind of team leader are you?" He queried, lifting his eyebrows.

"Sir, My brother would be in serious trouble if I defied the order, I had to," she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper.

She looked up at him, her dark eyes wide and pleading, strands of her curled hair falling across her flushed face. 

She was drowning in the sheer physical presence of him—the close-cut suit, the choking scent of his cologne, the alluring aura radiating off him. “Stop it,” she ordered herself, whispering to herself.

Jonathan stepped closer, his shadow falling completely over her. 

"I don’t care about your excuses. I only care about results. The deal is stable now because I spent the last three hours pulling strings. You’re disposable. The contract is not."

A sharp knock on the door broke the deafening silence. Mrs. Garvey dashed, her eyes glaring with urgency.

Evania sighed, praying for the ground to swallow her whole, as the aging grey haired plumb woman brushed her shoulder.

She walked straight to desk and handed him a yellow note. She stared at his fuming face with ease and composure.

“Gloria said we are in, I guess we are good to go.” She said, her beaming face glaring at Jonathan.

Jonathan’s posture stiffened. The court summons fell from his grip. The sudden urgency—and the mention of Gloria, a clear threat to Jonathan's own business shifted his focus to Evania. 

He clenched his fists, slamming them silently against his thighs, his blazing stare fixed on her.

Mrs. Garvey noticed the looming tension, she retreated, moving a step further, away from the desk, then she turned her gaze to the door. 

She glanced at Evania one last time, with a little smirk on her face, she brushed past her trembling shoulders and walked out.

What she was afraid of happened, she was finally alone with her furious boss again, in the spacious room filled with deafening silence and thick choking air.

Jonathan cleared his throat, focusing his blazing blue eyes on her. His knuckles pressed firmly against the glass, his sucked the air between his teeth and griped again.

"I won't tolerate such behavior in this place,” Jonathan threatened, his voice echoing through the sharp silence.

Evania gasped, a cold shiver ran through her spine and her heart missed a beat. She stared keenly at the fuming boss.

“You're suspended, the rest of the week” He declared, __ “Use the week to sort out your brother's issue, but you will have to make up for your mess, Evania.” 

His words struck her as she panted for the thick choking air. She felt helpless and vulnerable before her boss.

He stood there, his eyes gazed with satisfaction, an affirmation that he was in charge and she was disposable unlike the contract. 

Jonathan turned his gaze away, moving to the window. He stared through the glass, gazing at the blue sky painted with a canvas of white clouds.

Evania stood rooted to the floor, speechless, her chest heaving, a terrifying blend of rage and amusement clouded her mind.

He had just threatened her livelihood amd her brother's slim chance at ever watching the sun set again, yet all she could focus on was the rigid, lean and broad line of his back.

She coughed, and moved a step back. She hoped for a slight shift or change in his already made up mind but he turned and insisted.

"This conversation is over, don't just stand there like that, go see your brother," he confirmed, not looking at her. "Get out."

Evania finally realising the weight of his words scuttled out, fidgeting and stumbling on her feet as she approached the door. 

She glanced back at his stern image that gave no chance for her redemption, vanishing into the thin air.