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~INTRODUCTION~

Damon O'Conner, or as most people like to refer to him, the Billionaire Bastard. King of the money making empire, ruthless as they come, and does everything in his power to make money.

Elena Salvatore, clumsy yet feisty, a no nonsense kind of lady. She becomes needy and has no other option but to work for the Billionaire Bastard promising herself it'll just be for a short while, at least until she has enough money to disappear for a long time.

~ONE~

**ELENA**

I curled my fists and smashed it on my alarm clock. Its incessant ringing caused a thorn in my flesh, resulting in a blaring sound in my ear. I dived into the bathroom, taking my bath and getting clad in a blank printed skirt, white blouse and black heels. I grabbed my portfolio clinging to it tightly as I went job hunting. Likewise, I was pretty low on cash and in a few months, I would need to move, so it's imperative I find a new job and fast. I boarded a taxi to a restaurant, I can't go to the interview with an empty stomach. I opened the details of the interview, I was applying for the job of a “Document Filer”.

A very uncommon job but with an Enterprise as huge as Damon's, they had so many files they had to hire someone to do the work for them. Crazy, I know, at least the pay was good, and I could go unnoticed. I checked my “interviewer” taking in his looks. He was a tall man from the picture, a few years older than me definitely, still young with his hands tucked away inside his pockets.

He looked somewhat cute and this was just the guy doing the interviews. I shrugged it off focusing on what I was going to do at the interview. The goal was to stylishly avoid any personal question.

I had a personal cell phone, good accommodations and my experience comes from three different states, I should be more than qualified for the job and hopefully, I'll get hired. I stepped inside and placed my order. Losing my appetite for breakfast, I decided to get a cup of coffee to drink on the way and enjoy while waiting. An enterprise as big as Damon industries must have many people aiming at this job, it might take a while before it gets to my turn, so I needed something to keep me busy.

The waiter was done with my order and placing it in a go-bag. He dropped it on the counter, I reached into my purse and handed him some dollar notes, requesting he kept the change. I spun around and checked my watch.

“Shit! I'm going to be late.” I cursed internally, I quickened my pace to board another taxi and get to the company as quickly as I could.

Just then, I skipped on the last tile throwing my coffee in the air. I managed to balance myself cursing my clumsy habit. I straightened my almost wrinkled skirt raising my head high, I gulped seeing what was in front of me.

“I did not…” I muttered under my breath, but I did. I looked up and down to see the get a look at his face. The face of my interviewer, the guy who determines whether I get this job or not, the one I badly needed and the same guy who I had just drenched in coffee. I gulped again.

“You're so screwed.”  My subconscious mocked and I couldn't help but agree more. Screwed was an understatement, I just ruined any chances of ever getting hired. What to go Elena.

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