Billionaires of Manhattan
My imitation of our billionaire boss had everyone laughing. WellâŚalmost everyone. Worst. Butt-dial. Ever! Some faceless international billionaire owns the company where I work. They say heâs a notorious rake. A jet-set bad boy. AndâŚoops! I may have imitated him after a company wide conference callâŚwhich he heard, thanks to an unfortunate butt-dial. Eep! Apparently heâs been asking about the identity of the jokester, but Iâm not worried; my co-workers will never tellâweâre a loyal family. The furor dies down after a few weeks. Thank goodness, because I have my hands full with this lazy, arrogant new office gopher. He has the worst work ethic Iâve ever seenâhow did he even get hired? Heâs nosy about the butt-dial, and he has the office skills of a rabbit. Itâs as if heâs never held a job in his life. Heâs also wickedly sexy, but thereâs no way Iâm ever kissing him again. I like respectable men with a work ethic, thank you very much. Also, I canât shake the feeling that heâs hiding something.