Sweet Submission: Love Me, Mr. Billionaire
Cole
I leaned back in my office chair and sighed, setting aside one of the files. It had been a long morning… meetings, calls, reports. I was halfway through reading a report when a firm knock sounded at the door.
“Come in,” I said, not looking up.
“Cole.”
I looked up and nodded. “Xavier. What is it?”
He closed the door behind him and walked toward my desk.
“There’s a little issue at the new construction site in Riverdale,” he began. “The indigenes living near the site are protesting again. They’re saying our work is affecting their water source and farmland.”