Her Dirty Billionaires_An Office MFM Romance

by Nicole Elliot

  “Then we wouldn’t know who’s walking in our office, or who we are buying.” I said.

  “Uh huh. Maybe you should do it alone then, since you are so damned good at it.” He retorted.

  I shook my head. Jake could be a real trip sometimes. Honestly, when it came down to it, he was still responsible. The gym we have is what he tends to focus on. Not only does he operate it himself, he trains there too. In other days, he planned to be an MMA fighter, but somehow that plan got lost in the wind.

  He doesn’t talk about it, and I don’t ask. But I know it has something to do with his parents. When we met, they had recently died. I think that was why we took to each other so easily, and why we work so well as business partners. I grew up with my aunt, so we both know how to appreciate shit before it’s gone.

  Most business people don’t do that, and that is why most businesses fail.

  “We should make this more exciting?” Jake flashed a devious smile and looked at the files again for the next person.

  “How so?” I asked. He shrugged, telling me to just wait and see. Oh boy.

  Jake can be a real prick. He could moonlight as a prison guard if he wanted, always playing bad cop of course.

  “Next one is coming in.” Jana peeked in, and then went back outside.

  “Does she have a date?” Jake asked me. I furrowed my brow in confusion.

  “No, why would you think that?”

  “I’ve never seen her wear a dress is all.” He eyed the space she just left. I shook my head and hid a yuck sound.

  “Uh, she dresses like that all the time. What is with you?” The next applicant was in now, setting up her presentation. I didn’t pay any notice to her, but Jake was flashing his sizing up look.

  “Nothing. Just haven’t gotten laid in a while is all.”

  “Seriously?” I asked, in a way I was asking how he could be talking about that right now.

  “What? You haven’t either.”

  “I have been busy. As we are busy now,” I gestured to the young woman clicking through a power point.

  She actually looked prepared though. She was in a gray pantsuit with a pink blouse, and had her blonde hair pinned up. I hoped for something good.

  “Right. We should go back to the club this weekend.” I was prepared to shut him down, but the idea was appealing.

  It had been a while. And Jake and I had interesting sexual tastes. It was never uncommon for us to share a woman, not since back in college. It made things more exciting, gets your testerone flowing like crazy and makes for a good time.

  “Maybe. Now hush.” I turned to the girl smiling at us nervously. She probably heard our entire conversation.

  The screen was a good few paces from us in the lecture seats, so maybe not.

  “Please begin.”

  I thought she would have a good idea, then I was reminded why I don’t judge based on appearances. Sorority matching. That was her pitch. A company that would learn your interests starting in high school, and prep you for the houses you wanted. Making the rush process more ‘focused and way more fun,’ as she said.

  I couldn’t believe it. I don’t have anything against sororities, but the way she delivered the presentation made me wonder how she even met our GPA requirement. A 3.5 wasn’t too high, and we thought it would weed out, well, people who want to open a sorority dating site of sorts.

  “So, how do you think this matches up with anything our company has been doing?” Jake asked in his no bullshit voice. I tapped his foot with mine, I really didn’t want to watch anyone crying again.

  One time he was so hard and mean, that the guy started crying and broke down saying he didn’t know why he was so worthless. I kept tabs on him for some reason, and found out he is now an assistant professor at a junior college. His idea was really good, he just didn’t want to sell.

  “How do you mean?” She replied with a smile. I relaxed a bit.

  “Do you even know what kind of companies we invest in?” He asked.

  She blinked rapidly, and shook her head once. Jake scoffed and started writing on the ‘no’ pen pad. He wrote her name down, and then held it up for her to see.

  “We won’t be in touch. Thank you.”

  She dropped her jaw like she expected to be handed the job instead. But eventually, she started packing up to leave. We either use their idea as a spring board and actually open the business, with a three-month plan and then make them the CEO. It is much easier than outsourcing yet another job. Or, we see it as a really good seed we want only our name on, and buy them out.

  Out of the thirty here today, only one would actually get the CEO job. And out of the rest, three would be bought out. So, I was prepared for twenty-six shitty presentations.

  “I have to say, it was kind of a good idea.” I told him. Jake frowned. I think he just had an affliction with sororities.

  Back in college, he slept his way through Tri Delta, and somehow expected them to not tell everyone they knew. One girl in particular was his repeat, and he thought they were monogamous for a while. That was the last time he tried that. Because he found out from their brother fraternity that she was sleeping with them too, and they call her Wendy because she is four for four. To save herself, she blogged about rating all the men she had slept with. Jake was last.

  So, the last presentation didn’t stand a chance.

  “Maybe. But sorority girls…can you imagine having to go in for reporting?” He shuddered. But he was right. I didn’t want to imagine it.

  We sat through twenty-two more presentations. Disappointing, and unfortunate. The very last one, her PowerPoint wouldn’t come up and she wasn’t good at extemporaneous delivery, so she tried to explain it without any graphics or supplemental material. If it was her idea, she should have been able to.

  And Jake ripped her apart for it. She about ran out of there in tears.

  “That was so mean,” I mumbled.

  “Yeah. This is shitty man, what if we don’t find anyone?”

  I shrugged.

  “Then we set our sights on a different school.” He shook his head, looking at who was next.

  I about crossed all my fingers, hoping Madeline Jackson would save the day.

  Chapter Two: Madeline

  I spent the entire night wondering if was too late to change my major.

  Eventually, I came to the conclusion that since I was a senior nine weeks from graduating, it kind of was.

  I was going through my presentation over and over, and I would mess up something different each time. I groaned in frustration multiple times and collapsed on my couch, defeated. It wouldn’t do me any good to stay up all night, but I had to get it right.

  This meeting with Collegium Corp was my big break. I was riding on it since January when I was told I was in the final selection, and could deliver my presentation in person to two of the most influential businessmen and investors in the city. I didn’t even know what they looked like, but I knew everything they did from top to bottom.

  I memorized all their dates and numbers too. The exact day their gym, their springboard investment opened, when they started buying out investors, and when their company grossed a billion dollars in one investment period. They were a force to be reckoned with and I knew I had to do something to get their attention.

  I purposefully didn’t want to see any photos because it would throw me off, I just thought of them as two springboards. They have a buyout option, but I didn’t want it. I wanted to be a CEO. It was why I double majored in business entrepreneurship and management. I was top of my class and had a perfect GPA. I looked good on paper. Now, I just had to blow them away in person.

  “Oh my God, are you still up?” My roommate and best friend, Sarai, scared me half to death.

  Her bedroom opened right up to the living room. She stood in the doorway, her shirt crooked and her blonde tresses wild and messy. She looked like I had woken her up, but I know she just lays around watching Netflix for hours.

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�Yeah. I have that big presentation tomorrow.” I answered. She yawned and padded over to the kitchen in her fuzzy socks.

  She made us both tea, black for me and green for her. We lived together for four years, and our friendship was accidental. But perfect. She was a public health major, so she rarely had free time and was the complete opposite of me. Tall, and leggy, perfect for a model. Seriously, she modeled to pay for school.

  “How is it going then?” She sat next to me. I sipped the tea and instantly relaxed.

  “Not good. I keep messing up the numbers.”

  “Because you have been at it too long, go to sleep.” She said, half asleep herself.

  I nodded in agreement. I had to be well rested and it was almost one. I stood up, my baggy shirt falling over my yoga pants and I started packing up my stuff. I had two big graphics and a PowerPoint presentation. All the stuff was there, and I knew it was good.

  The idea came to me in one of my required classes, composting. I geared it toward the younger crowd, who was quite honestly very lazy. But a good majority of them were in touch with the environment, and the amount of people composting now were largely made up of the younger crowds. So, by putting an easy access facility near campus, it would encourage young people to take part in it. One day, it could expand to residence halls, apartment complexes, and such.

  Maybe I was a hypocrite because I don’t compost myself, but if there was anything I learned in my business classes it’s that if enough people do it, it’s important. It matched up with their investments from the past two years. They had acquired almost twenty private recycling firms, and have stepped in to sustainability within the community. This was the only idea they had not capitalized on. I really hoped they didn’t buy it off of me, but I would take what I could get if it meant being mentored by either of them.

  Ugh, I needed to sleep.

  I finished off my tea, and Sarai said goodnight. I knew she only came out to check on me. She was more my sister than a friend and roommate. We met freshman year at the required orientation, as roommates, and hadn’t parted ways since.

  It has been good so far, but we have both been so busy since the second semester, that we have barely seen each other. Even over spring break we were working nonstop on our thesis and turned them in early. We had one day off to binge watch Game of Thrones.

  I was glad I had someone to challenge me though, to push my limits and make me work harder. We studied together, motivated each other; we balanced each other out.

  I begged sleep to come but I was so hyped up. I got up again and picked out what to wear. Judging by their accomplishments, I thought they were older conservative men so I picked out my only black skirt suit, the skirt went past my knees a bit, and a white button up. It seemed that was the last thing I needed to plan before I collapsed into bed.

  ~

  I was scheduled for noon on the dot so I got up at nine-thirty. I made breakfast and had a double dose of coffee before I got dressed. I took my long brown hair and braided it back. I wasn’t the makeup type so I just wore foundation to hide my dark circles and simple peach lipstick. I spritzed on my favorite perfume and double checked my notes and materials. I was ready to go. Just extremely nervous.

  Sarai had already gone to class, or work. I couldn’t remember. She worked at a small boutique where the employees also model the looks. She always rocked the exotic, bohemian look with her deep eyes and thick brows. It was the perfect job for her. She didn’t need the money, so she just did it for fun.

  I worked in the admissions office as a secretary. It was boring, but I could get a lot of studying done as I sat at the desk. I took today off to prepare, since I only had classes two days a week the job was relatively easy to keep.

  My trusty, fifteen-year-old Beetle was parked across the street. The blue paint was chipping so bad, it looked gray. But it did look kind of retro and cool, all that mattered is it runs. I headed to the hall they held the interviews at, and found easy parking.

  I got in with thirty minutes to spare, so I just sat outside.

  “Are you waiting for the presentation?” An older woman, with dramatic features and a kind smile asked me while I waited on the bench.

  “Yes, I am.” She asked me my name and I assumed she was an assistant of some sort.

  “You look nice.” She told me.

  “Thank you, I am a little nervous.” I smiled. She waved me off.

  “Don’t worry. They like to think they are all big and mean, but they really aren’t. Especially Jake.”

  I smiled a bit.

  “Thanks. I’ll try to relax.”

  I waited a few more minutes, and then went in the bathroom nervously to check myself. I heard noises in a stall that sounded like crying. I never liked knowing people were upset about something. I thought it would take my mind off of my own mess of a life anyway.

  I knocked on the stall gently, “Are you okay?”

  The sniffled stopped, and then the stall opened. She looked so pretty, and well dressed in a suit. Why was she upset?

  “I’m fine, thanks. Just an interview gone bad is all.”

  She went over to the sink and washed her hands, then started fixing her makeup.

  “With Collegium Corp?” I don’t know why I asked that.

  “Yes, do you have one too?”

  I nodded.

  She shook her head. “It was a disaster. I thought my presentation was good. I know the idea was a little crazy but I was prepared. But one of them was a total asshole and got mad at me for not Googling them or something. It was awful. I ran out in tears! Oh no, are you going in too?”

  I nodded slowly. Now terrified to even go. I glanced at my watch. Five minutes to go. Would I run out in tears too?

  “Yeah, I do. I’m sorry it didn’t go well,” I said gently.

  “It’s fine. I guess I will just have to go and work for my dad or something. I just wanted to make it on my own for once.” She shook her head sadly as she looked down.

  Man, I really felt for her. I felt the same way. My parents were very supportive, and hard working. But if I didn’t get this job, I would have to move back home after graduation and I definitely didn’t want to do that.

  “I know. I have to go, I’m sorry.” I smiled sadly at her and left.

  One minute. I tapped my foot nervously, standing by the door. What if they hated me? I imagined they would. They were so mean to her, I didn’t do well with mean. Only because I didn’t take shit from people, and I didn’t like when people come for me without warrant. If they said something I didn’t like, I was afraid I would retort with something equally unfriendly.

  Of course, I know how to hold my tongue. But still. No one likes being yelled at.

  “You ready?” The woman from before asked. You’re asking me? I thought.

  “Sure. Yes.” I reassured myself.

  I had given presentations to hundreds of students before, this was just two men. What could go wrong?

  “Go on in.”

  I walked in to them having a conversation, but didn’t look at them. I headed straight for the podium. I wouldn’t look until I began, it would keep my nerves down. But I kept overhearing what they were saying.

  “Okay, back to the club. We have a membership for a reason, and we never go.” The voice was deep, and ropey. Each word had its own harsh undertone, and drawl.

  “Yeah, ‘cause we have been busy.” My back was to them, setting up the boards. The second voice was deep as well, but softer. The kind that could lull you to sleep.

  I shuddered at the energy in the room, whoever they were. They were intense. I bent over to get my laptop out, and the talking ceased.

  The room was so quiet, I could hear the empty seats. Now, I was nervous. My heart beat into my ears, and I felt my back growing moist with nervous sweats. I kept my face from sweating by standing in front of the fan on the podium.

  That was it, everything was set up.

  I drew my eyes up, and focused on the two men sitting acro
ss from me. My knees shook in my heels, and I was wide eyed like a confused little girl. These weren’t men they were…they were gods. Built by the gods, for the gods, and everything in between.

  On the left; I saw a beachy man with light brown hair and gray eyes, that I could feel from here. I say beachy because of his shorts and polo, it was very casual. His tattoo peeked out of his broad, muscular chest. I felt myself wanting to lick…stop.

  But next to him was Geek Squad on steroids. He had a similar muscular build, but it was wrapped in a crisp white dress shirt, silk tie, and black dress pants. His hair was much darker, and his eyes a piercing blue.

  He said, “Ready?”

  Well, now I’m not.

  Chapter Three: Jake

  I was not built for this. I barely make it through the meetings at work, let alone thirty twenty-somethings who think just because they are about to get a degree, they know everything.

  We have done this for years but this was disappointing. I knew I would be taking out my bad mood on the bags later today. I would rather be in the gym. I’m no meat head, but I know how to deal with my stress. Fighting.

  I wanted to fight every one of these applicants; verbally, I mean. Most of them knew half of what they were saying, pitched shit we would never do and never have done, and others just waltzed in here like they had it in the bag. I shut them down very quickly. I was just trying to help them in the future. And remind them of their place.

  The business world has a lot of fake it until you make it going on, but if you don’t do it right, you just piss everyone off. And I was pissed off.

  I needed to spar and fuck. I gave up on dating, so most of my action came from the women at the club Logan and I frequent. It wasn’t ideal, but any woman I came across these days had pursued me because they saw me on Forbes, or knows I have money. Nothing was genuine, so why not get action from the professionals?

  Logan hadn’t given up though, but he wasn’t in a relationship either. We both had similar sexual tastes, back in college we found out sharing a woman is a lot more fun than being obligated to do all the work yourself. Tired? Not ready to go again? Just tag someone else in.