All Chapters of One Nightstand With My Billionaire Boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Isabella POV Morning brightness is something I've always loved, what's not to like? It makes you feel cosy and at ease. That's the reason I choose to walk instead of driving to work. Anyhow, it just takes me fifteen minutes to walk from my house to the office.It's my third year working for this firm. I work as the vice president of Remington Printing's executive assistant. One of the largest corporations in the world, Remington Industries, is home to several subsidiaries, including Remington Printing. Top 5 in the entertainment industry. Remington Production, the largest business of Remington Industries, creates films that are often successful at the box office. Remington Media is another one of them. They have internet media now, but I still recall buying their magazine every time I was a teenager. Enough about Remington Industries, now. Since Remington Industries is so enormous, to be honest, I never find out how large it is. All I know is that Mr. Gabriel Remington, the CEO, is

Isabella POVEven though I've heard this tale before, I still can't make the connection between Sarah and Sophia's bleeding. "So, Sarah is also bleeding?" I ask naively. "Not at all. However, she was advised by the doctor not to overstress. Denise responds calmly, "We don't want to enter the bleeding phase. "All right? Den, what do you need from me?"Not me. But Sarah. Next week in LA, she needs you. Thus, you are down to just one week.""What??" I give a little cry. Nancy rested her arm over my shoulder to comfort me. "But I haven't made any arrangements for my stay in LA." This is a safe place for my house. We don't have a mortgage, and that belongs to me. And that's how I intend to leave it. Considering that I have no idea how LA will be. Having a house ready for you all the time is a fantastic thing. Denise, I need to locate an apartment. I haven't examined it."You will not live with your boyfriend?"I notice Nancy wrinkles her nose; it's in my periphery. She doesn't think muc

Isabella POVI reached the Remington Headquarters at about lunchtime. The structure is graceful and towering. One day, I watched a tour of this skyscraper on the news. Inside is the production facility for radio and television stations in addition to movies. Additionally, Remington Industries' main office, which oversees all of Remington's operations, is located in this building. This seems like one of the busiest buildings in Los Angeles to me. And I'm eager to start working here. In the car, I give Alex a call. Did I mention that Alex is employed by Remington as well? He's employed in the Media department. It goes to Alex's voice call because he didn't answer the phone. He is still rather busy, hmm. I drive around the area to examine some of the coffee shops, bakeries, and other locations I might require, and I snap a photo of the building to email to Ruby. I returned to my hotel after completing my tour. My phone began to ping when I got there. Alex!Ruby: Whoa! How excellent a

Gabriel POV Additionally, I discovered that several of our employees use used items but bill us for new ones.""And?" We've already talked about this previously. "Oh, you notice?" He asks, as though I've never heard of this before."Yes, before my trip to Shanghai, we did discuss this. Mike and Kim are present. My right-hand man is Mike Anderson. He is my closest buddy and the COO of Remington Industries. It was at Harvard when we first met. The vice president of Remington Media, Kim, is, as I mentioned before, more capable than the elderly man who is sitting in front of me sipping his wine.They are aware of the embezzlement and are addressing it as well. "Yes, exactly! And I gave that a careful look." Our conversation pauses while the waiter delivers the dinner. "You want to eat first?" Ben queries me."Not at all. Proceed." I have no idea why he even believes that I would rather eat than handle this matter. "All right, they purchased from the same vendor. I contacted the supp

Isabella POV What a horror this is! I must be having a dream. I take a deep breath and attempt to figure out what the heck occurred.I was at the restaurant waiting for Alex. I was early, as always, and he was always late. I was drinking my Merlot while perched on the bar stool. I've never drunk yet I can drink alcohol like I sip water. My friend's plan for my 21st birthday was to get me wasted. Even though I was a little tipsy in the end, I was still able to complete my maths, speak ABC backward, and walk straight. Admittedly, I drank a lot. And all of my buddies were intoxicated. I was the one who looked after them in the end. My blood just runs this way: we can sip booze like water. similar to my mother. When Mom and Dad first met, they had a wager on who would go down first, and Mom won, of course. The remainder is recorded history. This always makes me grin when I think about it. In the latter months of her life, I insisted on hearing Mom tell me this tale over and over again