Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Hired Surrogate : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Livia Washington's Point of View I was late the next day upon the small argument I had with Archer yesterday. I nearly wanted to cold the guard earlier who was fixing my door but upon realizing he was an angel sent by God to come and wake me up. Booking a cab was pretty hard not to mention it was already late and I have no car I own so it was a bit of a hassle for me since it's thirty minutes away from the apartment I was in. Fortunately, our manager was in a good mood and didn't ask when she saw me coming along inside. "You're late," May said, having a huge grin on her face. I scratched the back of my neck and nodded. "Uh-huh. I woke up late earlier but still managed to arrive here after ten minutes." May nodded her head and bid her farewell. I was about to pass through my boss when suddenly, she held my hand and then stopped me. "Livia, can you get the jewels I had on my table?" she asked, a bit in hurry. I thought that she would scold me but I was wrong. "W-Which tabl

Livia Washington’s Point of View "I’ve texted you!" My friend, Janice, can’t stop saying I was ignoring her. I stood up and folded my pullover until elbow before taking the cutter. Currently, we’re inside a Korean restaurant that serves a lot of Korean food. Frankly speaking, I felt bad last night, and the feeling I had the whole day remained inside me until now. I’ve been craving Korean foods or anything that could make me feel good. Gladly, it made my red and white cells good at the same time. Taking a bite of the baby octopus made me smile, though it was a bit spicy and had a touch of sweetness. "Haven’t you eaten for days?" Janice inquired while looking at me with judgment in her eyes. I sneered before continuing to eat. "Just let me. I’m stressed.""Today’s Wednesday. Don’t you have work? Your mad husband would attack you with his awful words again," she said, a little bit worried after dipping the pork in her sauce.A heavy sigh came out of my lips before I put the food awa

Livia Washington's Point of View"P-Personal assistant?" Ajax took out a small business card from his pocket. He lifted his hand and gave it to me, which I quickly accepted. Now, his name, the address of the company, as well as his contact number, were intact. He was calmly sitting in his chair, waiting for my answer. "But you have your rude secretary. I can't find the reason for you to seek a personal assistant, Mr.” I said, emphasizing the word rude. Ajax craning his neck, he put his two elbows on each side of his swivel chair whilst staring at me. "Secretaries and personal assistants have the same jobs. Secretaries work in the office, whilst personal assistants derive from the word itself. The work you will be dealing with was affiliated with me personally." His clarification about the job was somehow helpful. Well, I'm just stupid not to find out quickly, but instead, I asked for the differences. I stood straight, trying to think of any alternative way, but there was none.

Livia Washington's Point of ViewThe first day of the week has been the irking day for me since I was in grade school. I refused to wake up early just because I had to attend school early in the morning and then I got it until now I'm working. I hate Mondays. It's not really my thing, believe me. Especially when teachers asked for students to wear their uniforms often during that day and I just realized bosses require a dress code as well. Fortunately, I had my alarm clock with me who woke me up the moment it rang. As I was preparing my food after I took a bath, it was when I received a message from an unknown number. It wasn't an unknown number entirely as we had a past conversation. I hoisted my eyebrows when I saw it was Louis, Ajax's secretary who dropped me off at 6:23 in the morning. "Make sure to come into the office before the call time. Please come to the office before 7 to make a good impression on your new boss. Besides, you'll take over my work if I can't come to the

Livia Washington’s Point of View I was completely in the dark about the reprimand that he was going to issue. After I had texted him that I was having stomach trouble, I went outside the building and sat on a bench underneath a tree while eating ice cream. I was been here after I had also told him that I had a bad stomach. Despite the fact that I instructed Rue to convey the information to them, I was uncertain as to whether or not Ajax had knew it due to his initial response to me over the phone. Vanilla is my favorite flavor, and ice cream is my comfort food when I need to relax and chill down. When I have a lot of things going through my head, I often turn to the food that I eat as a way to distract myself for a couple of minutes. After all, eating that makes us feel better makes it easier to meditate. The penalty that Ajax had mentioned to me over the phone continued to irritate me. I was late earlier, and he was unhappy about it; but, when the lunch arrived, I didn't mind the