The Odd Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

TraizleI stopped walking in front of the building, feeling the nerves crawl up my spine. “You can do it, Traizle,” I whispered to myself, shaking off the anxious tremor in my chest.Stepping inside the company entrance already felt like stepping into another world.“Good morning, Ma’am.” a man greeted warmly.“Good morning,” I replied awkwardly. He wasn’t wearing any uniform. Just casual clothes which confused me even more.Was the guard on break? Why was he the one standing by the entrance?“Excuse me, can you tell me where Zarsuelo’s office is?” I asked.“I’ll guide you, Ma’am. Please follow me.” he said politely, walking ahead.Today was my first day in Zarsuelo’s company. A decision I made because I owed him too much already. After the accident, the bills and him solving that scammer issue at the police station. I didn’t want any more debts.About the man who bumped into my motorcycle, I was called to the police station the next day. I was terrified. I didn’t expect him to report

TraizleI paused at the doorway of the meeting room, watching the others discuss numbers and projections. Taking a deep breath, I almost interrupted, but my suggestion spilled out anyway."If our sales are low, would commercials and distributing some flyers help as a strategy for now?"Zarsuelo had instructed me to observe first, so I could follow up later—but I couldn’t help myself.Aeron, the marketing manager, nodded. "You have a point. It’s been years since we did a proper commercial." he said, acknowledging my idea."About the flyers," I continued, trying to sound confident, "I know a few people who can handle that efficiently. We could gain new customers that way."Aeron smiled. "We’ll take that into account." he said, wrapping up his report.Zarsuelo leaned back in his chair, folding his arms with that infuriatingly calm smile of his. "Well, it’s not alarming. Losing one percent doesn’t affect me at all," he said, clapping his hands. "I’d almost enjoy a great loss," he added wit

Traizle“It’s been a month since you visited the restaurant, Traizle.” Linda said, pouting slightly.It had indeed been a month since I started working at Grand Finance as Zarsuelo’s secretary. “I’m sorry. I’ve been busy with work.” I apologized sincerely.Today was my day off, and I had decided to hang out with Kim and Linda. Luckily, it was Sunday, so Lyndon could take care of Layzen while I went out.“Everyone’s been missing you at the restaurant,” Linda continued. “Even the manager asked about you.”“How’s work at the restaurant?” I asked, curious.“The usual.” they replied.“No bad things happened, thankfully,” Kim added. “If anything happened again, we’d be doomed. You’re not there anymore, and we would have to face it ourselves.” Linda chimed in, shaking her head.I laughed at their dramatics. “You can just admit you missed me too much. You two are babbling too much.”Laughing, Linda explained, “We thought you might get in touch and decided to come back to the restaurant today.”

TraizleZarsuelo suddenly wrapped his arms around me from behind—warm, solid and completely unexpected."Mentioning someone who isn’t worthy of your voice can make them sound worthwhile," he murmured, his breath brushing the side of my neck. "Don't be mad at me for hugging you. Just… let me do it for a minute."My whole body stiffened. To lessen the awkwardness and to hide the fact that my heart was hammering like I was running for my life, I moved faster with what I was doing. I could practically hear my own heartbeat.God, I hoped he couldn’t. I would die of embarrassment."You’re fluffy," he commented, as if assessing a pillow. "And you smell so good. What shampoo is this? Perfume? Fabric softener? Tell me everything."I swatted his hands. "You can stop hugging me now."He shook his head lightly against my hair. "Five more minutes. I still want to hug you. You’re skinny but soft. Perfect wife material. Marry me. I promise to be good and handsome forever."I hit his arm hard enough t

TraizleThey smile at my compliments.Seeing them genuinely happy, it does something to me. I am feeling something warm and unfamiliar. I never expected that working here would give me friends I never imagined I would have. Maybe it’s because of Zarsuelo’s influence. I haven’t met a single employee as serious as him. They’re all friendly, playful and easy to talk to.Aeron and his team showed me their plan for the commercial, along with a sample flyer.“It’s excellent,” I said after reviewing the video plan. “Once you shoot this with the chosen celebrity, the quality will be even better.”I examined the flyer next. “You guys did well. I can’t even criticize it. This deserves a thumbs up.”They really worked hard for this.“Do you want me to show this to Zarsuelo?” I asked.Their expressions instantly shifted to nervous and tense.“Do you think he will like it?” Anna asked.I nodded confidently. “He’d be dumb if he didn’t.” I laughed. “Aeron, come with me. Let’s show this to oddball Zar