Billionaire’s Last Love
“Get the hell out of my sight” The beautiful man clad in a black expensive suit angrily threw back a folder at the shaking man in front of him as the latter scramble off his feet, running towards the still close door. He was about to push it open, silently praying that his boss wouldn’t find another thing to throw at him when the black posh door opened revealing a few black suited men, followed by a grinning girl in ripped jeans and a black shirt painted with a golden skull.
“Good morning!” She happily greeted, hands instantly taking the shaking guy’s hands in between hers, too enthusiastically that the fuming boss was left standing and forgotten. He swear he could have eaten him alive the minute he relayed one disappointed news a few minutes ago.