THE BILLIONAIRE FORBIDDEN ASSISTANT
I began to zone out when an older man with gray hair and a red face leaned forward and looked at Aiden.
"So, Aiden, what about the Westfield account?" he said, his voice carrying a mean edge.
"What about it?" Aiden replied, calm but with an edge underneath.
"Well, I heard there were some issues with the numbers," the man said smiling, it wasn’t a nice smile. Everyone got quiet, I felt the tension.
"There are no issues," Aiden said. The man leaned back and looked around as if wanting everyone to notice.
"Really? Because I was looking at the projected revenue for next quarter, and it seems off by about fifteen percent," he said. I saw Aiden’s jaw tighten, this man was trying to embarrass him i