The Billionaire’s Dangerous Obsession
I told Hazel, my personal assistant.
“Get the rest of the details of the pitch across to my email address,” I continued. “Clear your desk. We’ll continue with the rest of the work by Monday. If anything comes up, handle it. If you can’t, let it rest till next week. I won’t appreciate any distractions.” I instructed and signaled her to go.
“Understood, sir,” Hazel replied, walking out. The door slammed behind her, echoing in the office, unnervingly loud.
I was ambitious but often regarded as aggressive. I loved to separate work from pleasure—but tonight, the air felt charged, as if the mansion itself was watching me leave. I quickly closed my laptop, packed it into my backpack, grabbed my nav