Semua Bab I Hired A Billionaire Call-boy : Bab 51 - Bab 56

FELICIA Richard rested both arms against the edge of his desk and looked at me steadily.“You think suing them will complicate things?” he asked.The irritation I sensed in his voice had softened. “Yes,” I answered honestly. “I think it will.”I paused briefly before adding,“And I’m almost certain your board members won’t encourage it either.”A quiet exhale left him.“Yeah… speaking of the board,” he muttered.He ran a hand through his hair slowly, a gesture I was beginning to notice he did whenever something genuinely frustrated him.“It was actually the board chairman, Raymond, who brought the newspaper to my office four days ago to show me.”“I see,” I said quietly.That explained a lot.Not just his anger but the pressure beneath it.Richard wasn’t merely dealing with gossip.He was dealing with institutional scrutiny; corporate image and board politics.The kind of pressure that turned personal matters into business concerns.For a moment, he said nothing. He simply stared ah

FELICIAThe soft morning light filtering through the curtains woke me before my alarm did.For a few seconds, I remained in bed, listening to the quiet stillness surrounding the house. I heard a door close and the faint hum of activity beginning in the house.I stretched carefully before sitting up.Pregnancy had taught me many things.One of them was that moving too quickly in the morning was a terrible idea.After brushing my teeth and changing into exercise clothes, I rolled my birthing ball toward the center of the room."Let's do this."The words came out softly.The baby, fortunately, had remained cooperative lately.My lower back wasn't hurting.My sugar levels were stable.And my energy had been reasonably good.I sat on the birthing ball and began a series of gentle movements my doctor had approved.Slow pelvic circles.Hip rotations.Gentle bouncing.Nothing strenuous.Just enough to keep my body active.After fifteen minutes, I moved on to the resistance bands.I secured on

RICHARD The little conference room in my office was already occupied when I walked in that morning.Seven members of the financial committee sat around the polished oval table, each with laptops, reports, and quarterly projections spread before them.I took my usual seat at the head of the table."Good morning, everyone."A chorus of greetings followed.I opened the agenda packet in front of me."Let's get started."The company had entered one of its most ambitious periods in years. Several major research initiatives were advancing simultaneously, and the board wanted detailed financial plans for the next quarter before authorizing additional spending.To my right sat Daniel Foster, the committee chairman.A meticulous man in his early fifties who seemed capable of spotting accounting discrepancies from a mile away.Daniel adjusted his glasses."First item on the agenda," he said. "Project Barbara."The large screen mounted on the wall immediately displayed a presentation.Project Ba