Forced to Marry The Arrogant Billionaire Heir

"Director Jones, I hope you're aware that if we invest in this project, we're trusting you to handle whatever risk that comes with it. This matter is taking too long to deliberate on, and I think given your previous records, you are more than trustworthy enough to sign this deal with."

"Trust me ladies and gentlemen, you won't regret this investment. It's going to be revolutionary, not just for the company, but for every investor and stock holder that chooses to trust us," I say calmly with a hint of authority and lean forward, steepling my hands, smiling to pass a message that I am clearly in control of this situation.

The room fell into a pindrop silence before slow mutterings and head nods of approval passed between the long table of investors before me. I felt a sense of pride wash over me as I stood up to make my way out - shoulders raised with mindblowing achievement.

It took weeks to convince these people to invest generously into a project that was sure to earn me extra points with father.

I think to myself as I walk down the hall into my office with my secretary right behind me. I plopped down on the couch in my office like a bag of potatoes and sigh in relief and exhaustion.

"Long week huh?" Freya, my secretary who has also been my best friend since elementary school says. "But don't you think a director should be more hmm, i don't know, maybe poised? I know you're tired but you could've waited till i closed the door first before landing your ass on the couch like you just got shot. Remember, people are watching and your image is too important to slack off even the slightest publicly and you-"

"I know, I know Fre. It won't happen again so pleasee save me some slacks, I have a fucking splitting headache right now." I know she's just looking out for me and honestly, Freya is the only soul that truly cares about me and my wellbeing and I really love and cherish her the way she does for me, if not more.

"Alright babes, I think you should head home and rest for the day. You've got loads of paperwork but you can continue them tomorrow." Before I could protest that I just needed some Aspirin and a 10 minute break, she had already left the room. Probably to get my car.

"Oh well," I breathe out while gathering my things and heading out to go bedrot at home.

Walking out of the elevator, chin up and back straight, I tuck in the loose strands of my long straightened hair and nod in acknowledgements to the employees who greet me. They all smile and refer to me as Miss Hazel. As much as my position demands respect, I've made sure to keep it that way – respect and not fear.

Walking out the huge doors of our enterprise, I'm greeted by the