The Wrong Billionaire, or Not

What have I done? For the entire plane ride home, that one question kept bouncing around in my head.  I still can’t believe what has happened.  Bits and pieces from last night slowly keep coming back, and I’ve spent the entire plane ride trying to put them back in the right order.  I still have missing chunks of time, but the complete picture is becoming clearer.  However, I can’t believe that I did half of the things that I did.  After looking through my phone, I’m not sure if I should be proud of some things or ashamed.  I know one thing, though, that I want to forget it completely.  I pat the side of my purse.  A slight frown forms on my lips as I feel the circular object inside the pocket.  What am I going to do with it?  I can’t keep it.  How would I explain an extra wedding ring in my jewelry box?  I know my friends have a lot of questions, but as soon as I told

I walk out of the conference room with a smile on my face and another successful negotiation under my belt.  Dotty walks up beside me and bumps her shoulder into mine.  “Hey, we are making progress.  I think the company’s rough times are behind us now.” A slight chuckle spills from my mouth as I shake my head.  “The rough times are never over.  You can only prepare for them and be well equipped for when they finally appear.  Only then can the company strive and succeed.” Ugh.  I hate sounding like my parents, but here I am.  I’m almost a carbon copy of them and the speeches that I used to hate are the same ones I give now.  However, I have to admit that between them and what I have learned while working as an assistant at BW Fashion, I’ve picked up a lot of helpful tips and tricks.  I must use them correctly to get the company back on track.  Dotty rolls her eyes.  “Yeah.  Yeah.&

I stare at my computer monitor while my thumb slowly rubs the underside of the golden band on my finger.  A small smile slowly creeps out as I remember a particular 24 hours a few years back.  For someone who is normally very serious and always thinking about how to push our company ahead or how I can get one step in front of my brother, the super son, I still can’t believe that I let Ryan actually talk me into going to Vegas for a night.  I never in a million years would have dreamed that I would meet her there and got married.  Granted, I was drunk, but I wasn’t that drunk.  I should have been the sensible one, but for once in my life, I wanted to walk on the wild side. Man, did I ever.  I still don’t know what possessed me to even ask her to marry me.  My smile widens as an image of her from that night pops into my head.  It may have been a few years ago, but I remember it like it just happened yester

I walk down the hall towards my office.  However, instead of walking into my office, I stop at Nathan’s door first.  As I stand in the doorway, I softly knock on the doorframe and clear my throat.  While sitting behind his desk, Nathan looks up from his computer and a smile instantly forms on his face.  “Good morning, Deanna.  Do you want another cup of herbal tea this morning?” I stifle a chuckle and shake my head.  “No.  It appears that someone has been talking to Cliff about a big fish out there.  Do you happen to know who that could be?” He swallows hard and flashing me a sheepish grin as he leans back in his chair.  “Well, that may have been me.  Did he get you to agree to go after it?” I sigh and step into his office.  I stop right behind a chair in front of his desk and lean forward with my hands resting on the top of it.  “You can say that he has pushed me into a corner.  Do you

I grumble under my breath as I walk into my office.  I had spent the rest of the day yesterday trying to rearrange my schedule to accommodate Ryan and the CEO.  As I walk around my desk towards my chair, Dotty bounces into the room.  However, her face is anything but excited.  She has a crease along her forehead with her mouth curving downwards in a slight frown.  “Hey, didn’t you grab anything to eat this morning?  You were running late and ate nothing at the house.  Are you sure you don’t want me to go down to the corner and pick you up something?” I sigh and shake my head.  “I don’t know if I have time to eat anything even if you got me something.” Just as I finish my sentence, Nathan walks into my office with a cup of tea in one hand and a muffin in the other.  “Deanna, I thought maybe you would like another cup of herbal tea to get you started off on the right foot.  I also picked up a few muffins this mo