The Billionaire's Secretary.
The audience is seated facing the stage that has huge curtains draped over it.
“I’m so excited,” Agatha beams, nearly falling out of her seat, “I hope it’s Othello.”
“That’s boring,” Louis counters, “It should be Romeo and Juliet instead.”
While they argue about which Shakespearean play should be displayed, I stare dead at the stage in a bid to avoid locking eyes with Neal.
The billionaire has officially lost it.
All through today, I can count how many times he hasn’t hovered. Those times, I was probably hiding in our room and away from his clinging eyes. Even in the one hour we spent with the clients, it was obvious how smitten he is.
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