Billionaire Beauty

It's the third week of summer, the sun is shining on its brightest level, the birds are chirping, people are happy, the atmosphere is pleasant.

The only panic going on is on 'BB Corporations' where the employees are running here and there - some with a pile of files, some with important documents and some with a huge mug of coffee towards the President room.

It's ten in the morning and all of them are tired as the day is over but they know it's just the beginning of a tough day. Just as the clock ticks ten each one of them stood straight like an assembly.

A black Range Rover escorted by four powerful SUV's stopped in front of a thirty-story building. The driver and the bodyguards quickly stepped out of the car.

As the bodyguards bowed down, the driver opened the rear door and a girl stepped down, removing her shades.

Her Amazonian figure sat well on her wafer-thin body. She had a decanter shaped waist and her complexion had an impeccable, ochrous hue. Her pencil-thin eyebrows eased down gently to her black, beetle-leg eyelashes. A sculptor could not have fashioned her seraph's ears and pixie's nose any better. Filed to perfection her venus -red fingernails ran through her blonde hair. Spools of it plunged around her photogenic face and hid a swan's neck, elegant and smooth. Her Eden-green eyes which were a sparkle with the 'joie de vivre'. They were like two beryl-green jewels, melted unto snow. Her calamine - pink lips were like rose petals. Her voguish pant coat still kept captive an aroma redolent of cinnamon and meadow fresh mint.

"Madam.." the driver bowed down showing her the way. She made her way in the company, royally. The assistant stood at the entrance waiting for her boss, as always.

"Good morning, ma'am. The files you asked for is being kept on your desk," she spoke respectively.

"Clara.." her magnificent yet bossy tone was just like an order.

She gave her shades to her assistant and went in the elevator where her another assistant, Ron, was waiting for her.

"Morning, ma'am. You have a meeting with French clients in an hour." Ron informed carefully.

The first rule in BB Corporations - no long conversations, just small and business talk.

"Gather everyone in the meeting room." ordered the boss.

Clara quickly ran to gather each and every employee while Ron ran to make her coffee.

Exact five minutes later a group of total one fifty people entered the room.

The largest meeting on the top floor was spacious and handsome with large transparent walls. There sat the boss at the head of the lengthy horseshoe-shaped meeting table.

The light coming from the windows behind her made her hair shine to a shade of a blonde and her fair skin glowed.

All of the employees stood there fearing the boss.

"Who am I?" she asked dryly.

"Billina Bernand." all of them quickly replied.

The second rule in BB Corporations - quick answers.

"Yes. And who are all of you?" she asked again with the same tone.

"Workers!" replied the employees.

"Then who the hell asked you to be the boss?" this time her tone was loud.

No one dared to answer.

Clara was walking and she met the manager, Patrick, on the way.

"Hello, am I late?" he asked Clara to which she replied by saying, "No, the meeting just started."

"What meeting? The French's are here?" he took a quick look at his wristwatch and asked.

"No, the surveillance issue," replied Clara.

"Oh God! Have mercy. What colour is she wearing today?" asked Patrick, a little terrified.

"Black," replied Clara.

"Thank God, usual mood," said Patrick.

Together both of them made their way in the meeting room.

''So, you admit your mistake?" Billina asked in an impassive tone.

''No, it wasn't me." the worker shook his head.

"Is this your final decision?" she asked, her gaze fixed on him. Sweat forming from his forehead and after a minute of silence, he shouted, "Don't look at me like this! I told you. I did not."

Billina raised both of her brows in astonishment while Ron gulped and Patrick whispered to Clara in a low voice saying, "He's dead today."

"Ron!" Billina said in a loud voice and he quickly opened the 60inch Plasma TV which was hung on the wall and a video started playing.

It was the surveillance video that the man secretly went into her cabin and tried to stole a document.

Nobody dares to enter the President room. The colour drained from his face when he saw himself in the CCTV footage and gulped in horror.

"I-I'm sorry....." he could hardly speak. The words were not coming out from his mouth.

"Your apology needs to be as loud as your disrespect was," she said in an arrogant tone.

"I...." as the man was about to speak she raised her hand up and replied, "You are fired." the man was in a trance while the rest of them were calm as if they knew this was going to happen.

After all, she was Billina Bernand and her employees were aware of it.

"Ma'am please don't do this.." the man came closer to her, pleading but Patrick and Ron quickly stopped him on the way.

"The decision is final. Don't you know her?" Patrick said in an impassive tone.

With a wave of her hand, the man was being taken away by the security.

"I don't tolerate this shit in my office. You all know this..." with this the lecture began.

Billina Bernand was a billionaire beauty. Burying herself in work she was single, being an independent woman and running a big corporation.

Then, she dismissed each of them and asked about the meeting to Patrick.

"Ma'am here is your hot coffee and the French clients are here," informed Clara, the assistant.

A few minutes later, some men, dressed in perfect business attire walked in the meeting room.

"Ms Bernand.." greeted the man. One of them, Mr Fernando was the owner and the rest were the managers and dealers.

"Mr Fernando. I'm glad you're here." Billina with a poker face greeted them.

The rumour was true, Billina Bernand never smiles. Her employees have never seen her smiling ever. Even the biggest projects she won.

"Is Mrs Bernand here?" she whispered in Clara's ear.

"Yes ma'am, she's just coming." nodded Clara.

As all of them got seated, then the door of the meeting room pushed open and with the help of two bodyguards walked a very sophisticated lady. She was in her mid-sixties, really old but she maintained herself in a way that she looked rich and elegant.

Billina turned around and quickly stood up and walked to her.

Billina Bernand was never been so caring but this time her facial expressions were soft as she took a hand of the noble lady and walked with her towards the table.

All of the men stood up in respect and greeted the lady.

Jules Bernand was the grandmother of Billina Bernand. When she got seated on the head chair, Billina got herself seated next to her grandma.

"Good day, Mrs Bernand." greeted Fernando.

"Good day, gentlemen." she smiled in a noble manner.

"So, let the meeting begin," said Billina, a little impatient.

After an hour of discussion, Mr Fernando and his men were impressed with Billina's idea and they agreed.

"The French Corporations would be happy to work with BB," he informed with a satisfying smile on his face.

"Good," replied Billina, emotionless.

They then shook hands.