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joseph spoke "We are giving you a fair choice Madison, Saul is going out of control, we can't lose our money all because of him and your pride" another shareholder said "I domt know what you all want me to say, put yourself in my shoes, what would you do if you found yourself in this situation, I know many of you know me as a billionaire but I wasnt born rich unlike a lot of you, I was born poor, every thing I have right now is all because of my hard work, I began this company from strach, even when no one believed in me, I believed in myself and gave my all to see the success of this company,

She pushed her coffee away, hunched forward, and said, "She destroyed him. In ways you can't even see. He's not marrying her for show. He believes it's the only way to keep everyone else safe." "From what?" Claire took a hard line with her coffee-glass mouth. "From her. And Marcus." Selene's father. The billionaire owner of half of Manhattan real estate, two senators, and likely a few secrets the FBI would kill to get their hands on. "What became of the last planner?" I whispered. Claire looked into my eyes. "Vanessa Ward. She planned for Selene for six months. They told me she left in the middle of a project. No one has seen her since."

Just a name and ten digits. Alexander Knight. She’d googled him at 2 a.m. when sleep refused to show up. Mistake. The search results were a dizzying parade of headlines: Knight Enterprises CEO Closes $4B Deal The Ice King of Manhattan: Billionaire Bachelor Alexander Knight 30 Under 30: The Man Who Turned Real Estate Into an Empire Page Six photos of him in flawless suits, stepping out of private cars, always alone, always unsmiling. He owned half the skyline she stared at every night. The kind of money that didn’t just open doors; it built new buildings around them.

"The billionaire? What's he doing here?" "Charity event in the west wing. Though after that scandal with his ex-fiancée, I'm surprised he shows his face anywhere." "I heard he's looking for a new girlfriend. Someone to clean up his image." "A fake girlfriend, you mean. Like those Hollywood contracts." My feet stopped moving. Brett Graham. Everyone knew that name. The tech mogul who'd built an empire from nothing, worth billions, cold as ice and twice as ruthless. "How much do you think someone would pay for that kind of arrangement?" the first nurse asked.

Bryan, a fellow broadcaster added. "Well, I'm not surprised. Most business tycoons' wealth is not usually from a pure source. Anne said. "One time I heard Mr Anderson trafficking illegal goods and is in a close partnership with drug dealers," she continued, in a cheesy way that added more spice to the tea. "Oh my goodness! You don't mean it," Bryan added cheesily and the news went on till it ended. "Serves him right," Amelia muttered as she switched off the TV. .... "I need you to fire those reporters before the end of the week," Ryan thundered across the office.

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I couldn't believe what I saw. I was on the front page of a newspaper and the headline said. "Has the Billionaire Oil Prince found his princess?" "What the hell? " I said. "Look at this one..." She gave me another paper, I was also on the cover. I read the first few lines. "As usual the Blake's didn't disappoint in throwing yet another successful charity event where the rich and famous came to support the event, even we must admit that the highlight of the event was the Billionaire son of the oil Mogul Tristan Blake's who donates a whopping million dollars for a date with one woman, whom we are yet to find out who it was..." I stopped reading.

Harper asked, and I tilted my head to look at her. "What…?" "You muttered something. Are you overthinking it already?" She pulled the thought off my mind. "It's just help, Eva. And I looked him up again, after he came, and damn!" Harper knelt on the bed and reached for my hand, grabbing it. "He's fucking wealthy! So fucking wealthy that I just wish he'd decide to marry you, and I can be the cool aunt to a billionaire baby."

It seems everyone could read beyond her present state. “There’s nothing much to say aside from that my dad’s company went through a terrible financial stroke due to a failed project and our competitor bought our company,” she said in one go and took a bite from her donut “Oh my, this donut is so good” she made a satisfying sound and continues eating.

We spent weeks afterwards cleaning up the mess those two had left behind. That's when we found out we'd only touched the tip of the iceberg. The filth ran far and wide and by the time we'd scraped the bottom of the barrel we'd unearthed names of dignitaries and high ranking businessmen and women not only here but abroad. The most horrific thing I think was how far back the shit had gone. We're talking a century or more here. The fuckery read like a Victorian novel, maybe something people would've read to their kids to put fear in them and keep them in line.