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At His Service (The Billionaire’s Beck and Call, Part 1)



By Delilah Fawkes




I pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose and sighed as I stared at the papers I’d dropped. This was shaping up to be the worst day ever, and it was only my second day on the job. First, I’d lost a contact and had to break out my clunky emergency glasses, then the CEO’s assistant called in sick before the biggest stockholder meeting of the year.

Of course, they’d called me in to assist, even though she was only the front desk receptionist.

If all Mr. Drake wants me to do is answer phones, I’ve got this in the bag. I rolled her eyes, knowing it couldn’t possibly be that easy.

I hadn’t met Chase Drake yet, billionaire CEO of Drake & Smith, but I’d heard whispered rumors about him over lunch. Words like “terrifying” and “gorgeous” were thrown around, along with talk of all the other executive assistants that quit unexpectedly that year. Apparently, he was impossible to please.

I dropped to my knees, hurriedly gathering the papers outside of the executive offices. This is no way to make a first impression, Isabeau! Get it together or you won’t last the week. The last thing I needed was for the head honcho to see me like this.

A black, Italian leather shoe came down an inch from my hand. I froze, still reaching for the spreadsheet now trapped under the large foot in front of me. It was attached to a leg clad in an impeccably cut suit, and as I ran my eyes upward, I tried not to tremble. A man with wavy blonde hair and a cool green gaze stared down at me, his cruel mouth twisted into a smirk.

“Ms. Willcox, I presume?”

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