Chosen by the Billionaire: The Complete Series

Chosen by the Billionaire: The Bundle

By

Emma Rose

Copyright © 2016 by Emma Rose

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Chosen by the Billionaire: The Bundle

Chapter One

Caroline walked through the glass door. Her red high-heels passed over a doormat that read, BioTech: The Future of Life, in bold white letters. Her heels tapped against the brown tiles on the way to the elevator. She pressed a button and straightened her short brown hair. She looked into the reflective silver elevator door.

Her blue eyes were bloodshot from weeks of insomnia. The door slid open to reveal several bleary eyed workers that were just getting off the night shift. They filed past her and she entered the elevator.

Three floors later she was walking down a main aisle. Her tattered and faded red dress, was lost in the sea of similarly colored cubicles. She absentmindedly passed four cubicles before she found her own.

A black computer monitor stood in stark contrast atop a white desk. Neatly placed underneath was a black rolling chair. Her austere workspace smelled as sterile as it looked. She sneezed in response to the acrid fumes of residual chemicals in the cubicle.

She rubbed her nose, turned on her computer, and took a seat. This was how her day started, every day: turn on the computer, sit down, reach for a tissue in one of her desk drawers, throw tissue into trash can outside of her cubicle. Then yawn, check email, and see the huge amount of work her boss gave her to do. Most of it was work he was supposed to do, but he was too busy playing golf and flirting with interns one-third his age.

The radio in the next cubicle over relayed the tragic news of how the market value of BioTech’s stock had fallen for the third straight quarter. It may have been a surprise to everyone else, but it was no surprise to her. The company was bleeding money.

Her boss gave her sensitive documents to work on that detailed risky and often illegal biological ventures the company funded. In follow up paperwork—her boss, again, didn’t want to work on—Caroline learned these illicit investments generated no revenue, and instead cost the company millions. There was also evidence that upper-level management was embezzling money from the company and hiding the paper trail. This along with other activities Caroline didn’t know about made the company suffer.

It wasn’t just the company that was suffering though. The company’s employees were taking a hit as well. In the past three years she had been with the company, Caroline’s pay had been cut five times. She considered approaching the police and telling them about the foul dealings the company took part in, but she would be fired. For someone who lived paycheck-to-paycheck, that wasn’t an option.

Her balding boss came strolling down the main aisle, stopping to utter senseless ‘motivational’ comments to her co-workers. Caroline heard him approaching, so she stared at her screen and began working on a PowerPoint presentation he had been too lazy to put together.

Her portly superior stuck his head around the reddish wall of the cubicle. Caroline, are you working hard on that presentation?

Yes, sir, I have it on the screen, she replied, intent on the monitor.

He moved close to her, looking over her shoulder. She twitched when she felt his warm, moist breath on her exposed neck.

It’s looking good, but it needs a little something.

Caroline felt the sleeve of his suit slide over her arm and his wrinkled hand overlay hers. Her eyes darted at the intrusion as he moved her mouse across the gray mouse pad. She was so shocked she didn’t see his hand quickly slide down the neck of her dress and grope her breast.

She gasped as he withdrew his hand.

You see, you didn’t add sound effects. All professional presentations must have sound effects.

He clicked on the menu to add a random sound effect to the presentation. There, that’s perfect. Oh, by the way, her boss pulled out a large stack of envelopes from his jacket pocket. I want you to deliver these to the recipients.

He dropped the envelopes on her desk and they slid apart in an unorganized pile. They are very important so I want you to hurry up and deliver them and get back on that presentation. I need it by this afternoon.

Sharp pains shot through Caroline’s lungs as he slithered away. How could he be so calm after doing something like that? She grit her teeth, picked up the disorganized pile of letters, and left her cubicle.

She would have reported him, but again, she couldn’t afford to lose her job. Besides, it wasn’t the first time it had happened and she was certain it wouldn’t be the last.

She delivered the letters one by one, noticing there was an envelope addressed to three-quarters of her peers. The last letter she came to was her best friend and next door cubicle neighbor, Grace Swan.

Grace had been at the company for thirty-five years, faithfully serving her marital role as an administrative assistant under all conditions, in sickness and health. Her time with the company lasted longer than her marriage that ended with her husband’s death last year.

Caroline knocked on the wall of Grace’s cubicle. The plump woman, wearing a black dress with ducks flying across it, turned around.

Hi, Caroline, what brings you around this early?

Just here to deliver mail from our wonderful boss, she replied sarcastically.

Wonderful. I wonder if it’s news of another pay cut. She scooted forward in her roller chair to collect the letter.

No, because if it was we all would have gotten one. So, have you decided what you’re going to do after your last day?

Girl, I’m going to drink up a storm. Wanna join me?

Caroline chuckled. Sure, why not. I probably won’t have anything to do that night anyway.

Just three more weeks, Gloria said as her strong fingers tore open the letter. Three more weeks until I am out of this hell.

Lucky you, I can’t wait till I retire.

Gloria smiled as she scanned the letter. Now, don’t say that. You’re young and have your whole life to look forward to. Enjoy it while you can, baby, because trust me, it don’t last forever.

Well, I can do without all this lasting forever, Caroline sighed, I have nothing to look forward to.

Caroline waited for a reply to her comment, but it didn’t come. She looked up at her friend and saw tears in her eyes. You alright, Gloria?

Gloria’s mouth moved but no sound came out. Moisture trickled beneath the bags of her eyes.

Gloria?

Caroline’s friend tried to respond once more. Instead, she handed over the piece of paper. Caroline read it and gasped. It essentially said that because of the economic troubles the company was facing, the company was forced to downsize. Unfortunately, her friend had been caught in the downsizing.

Caroline quickly rushed over to Gloria and embraced her. Fire ignited in her chest. She clenched her fists as her friend sobbed.

Firing Gloria a few weeks before retirement denied her benefits she so desperately needed. The young woman’s ears picked up the sounds of other gasps, shouts, and heated conversation going on through her department.

This was wrong. This was very wrong. The company screwed up and her co-workers had to pay for it? No, this couldn’t happen. Caroline’s vision clouded. All the abuse, all the long days, all the unpaid work and take home assignments she had to perform without pay finally resurfaced. She bit her tongue.

The people responsible for this were about to feel the heat for what their brazen mismanagement of the company had caused. They were going to pay for the sins of denying an elderly woman her desperately needed benefits, and the many lives that they had no doubt wrecked. The board was having a meeting that afternoon, and during their meeting she was going to deliver her message.

Chapter Two

Seething anger burned behind Caroline’s eyes as she pressed the