All Chapters of IT'S A JOB, NOT A RELATIONSHIP, MR. BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ISLA’S POVI had been working on a proposal for a while, but I never expected that I would actually have the opportunity to present it—especially not in front of the board members. When Victor told me at the last minute that I would be presenting my idea at the board meeting that afternoon, I was completely stunned.At first, I thought he was joking. Me? Presenting in front of the most powerful people in the company? It seemed too unreal. But when I saw the serious look on his face, I knew he meant every word.Just in case, I sent the proposal to him before the meeting. I wanted to be sure that my ideas made sense and that they were worthy of being presented. A part of me feared that he would think my ideas were too simple or not practical enough. But to my surprise, he really liked it.“This is a solid plan,” he told me, after going through the details. “You’ve thought it through well.”Hearing that gave me a boost of confidence. If Victor, the man who ran this entire company, though

ISLA’S POVI sat at my desk, completely absorbed in my work. The quiet hum of the office was a comfort to me as I poured my energy into my designs. Each piece I created was more than just a design; it was an expression of my vision, my dedication. I was determined to make each one perfect. Every line, every curve had to be unique, elegant, and meaningful. It wasn’t just about creating beautiful jewelry; it was about telling a story with every piece, a story that would resonate with anyone who laid eyes on it.Over the past few days, I had spent countless hours researching classic jewelry pieces, studying the techniques of renowned designers, learning about different gemstones, and understanding what made certain designs timeless. I wanted this collection to stand out from the rest. It needed to be extraordinary—something that would leave a lasting impression on the industry, a collection that people would remember.As I worked, the excitement within me only grew. Today, I received the

ISLA’S POVMy heart pounded in my chest as I stared at the blank screen.No. No. No. This can't be happening.I clicked furiously, opening and closing folders, searching for my designs. They had to be here. I had spent countless nights perfecting them, making sure every detail was flawless.But now—there was nothing. The screen was empty.A wave of panic and disbelief washed over me. My fingers felt numb as I tried again, clicking through different directories, hoping—praying—that maybe I had saved them somewhere else by mistake.But no. The files were simply gone.For a moment, there was dead silence in the room.Then, the whispers began.Soft at first, like a distant hum. But soon, they grew louder, the judgment unmistakable in their voices."See? Emma was right. She confused the boss with her mediocrity.""I knew she wasn’t capable enough for this project.""What a waste of time."Their words cut deep, sharper than any blade.My breathing turned shallow, my chest tightening with hu

ISLA’S POVDaniel asked me to recall the times when I wasn’t at my computer. He said it would help him find the corresponding surveillance footage more quickly. I thought about it carefully and realized that apart from getting off work, the only time I wasn’t at my desk was during lunch breaks.Hearing this, Daniel immediately got to work, pulling up the security footage for the past three days and checking them carefully, frame by frame.Minutes turned into an hour, and the office outside the security room was growing darker. I was beginning to lose hope when suddenly, Daniel's voice cut through the silence."I think I found something," he said, motioning for me to come closer.I rushed to his side, and my heart pounded as I stared at the screen. The footage showed a figure moving near my desk. My breath hitched when I saw who it was.Karen.I blinked, unable to believe my eyes. How could it be her?On the screen, Karen inserted a USB drive into my computer. She typed something, then

VICTOR’S POVI wasn’t sure why I called Daniel. It wasn’t as if I had something urgent to discuss with him. Maybe I just didn’t want to see him and Isla together.Ever since this whole situation with her design happened, she had been relying on him, asking for his help, confiding in him. And I hated that.It wasn’t like Daniel had done anything wrong—he was just being himself, the dependable and kind-hearted person he had always been. That was probably why he became a police officer in the first place. But no matter how much I tried to reason with myself, I couldn’t stop this uneasy feeling from growing inside me.Was I jealous?I pushed that thought away as Daniel walked into my office."Why were you with Isla last night?" I asked, trying to sound casual, as if it didn’t bother me.Daniel raised an eyebrow. "She asked for my help. Her file was deleted, and she suspected someone had done it on purpose. We checked the surveillance footage together."His explanation was straightforward,