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From Waitress to Watchdog: One Billionaire's Dark Secret Could Cost Her Everything.

Marisa Jamison is one eviction notice away from disaster.
Desperate, she lands a dream job with a ruthless billionaire lawyer, Jeffrey Bradley. But the high-rises and hefty paycheck come with a chilling reality: secrets.

Jeffrey's world is a labyrinth of rules, veiled in an aura of scandal. Marisa, with nothing to lose and everything to gain, becomes more than just an employee. She becomes an investigator, drawn into a web of lies that could shatter Jeffrey's empire and change her life forever.

Will Marisa expose the truth, or become another casualty in the billionaire's game?

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Billionaire Boys Club

J.L. Ryan

Published by J.L. Ryan, 2018.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

BILLIONAIRE BOYS CLUB

First edition. June 22, 2018.

Copyright © 2018 J.L. Ryan.

ISBN: 978-1386864431

Written by J.L. Ryan.

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The Billionaire's Offer

Marisa stared down at the eviction notice, reading it a second time as her eyes skimmed over the letter.  “You are hereby ordered to leave the premises in one week,” she read out loud.  She could feel the tears stinging the back of her eyes. 

She knew that it was only a matter of time, being two months behind rent and no sign of when she could catch up, she was just thankful that they waited this long.  She put the letter in her purse and got out of the car.  She could only hope that hours at her waitress job would begin to pick up.

She entered the restaurant, passing through the dining area to get to the time clock.  She nodded to the occasional regular customer, giving them her best smile.  She didn’t want to show the outside world just how much she was struggling. 

When she got in the break room, she headed to the table that always held the new schedule.  She looked around and saw that her friend, Chad, was there.  “Hey, Marisa, the schedule isn’t out yet.”

“Oh...” her face fell, then went to the hallway where her boss’ door was wide open.  “Is Frank in a good mood?” she asked, with a lighthearted laugh.

Chad shrugged, “Haven’t really had to talk to him.”  He stood up from the table and smiled her way.  “See ya around.”

She nodded, “Bye, Chad.”

She headed down the hallway and peeked inside to find that he was looking down at some papers and she wondered if it was the schedule.  She knocked and he looked up briefly, then his head went back down.  “Hello,” he mumbled.

“Hello,” she nervously looked around the office.  “May I talk to you for just a minute?”

He seemed to groan, as he looked back up.  “Sure.”

“Well...I don’t exactly know how to approach the subject.”

He rolled his eyes, “Just say it.”

She sat down in the chair that was facing him.  His expectant stare was nerve wracking.  “See, I was hoping that maybe next week I could have some extra hours, anything that you can give me.”  She was pleading, but she was desperate.  She didn’t want to tell him about the eviction notice, so she hoped that it wouldn’t come to that.”

He looked away from her.  She saw a pained expression in his eyes. “Marisa, we need to talk.”  She didn’t like the sound of that, but she just nodded.  “I was going to tell everyone this in a couple of days, but there really is no reason dragging it on.  You have been a valuable employee for the last five years and I owe you that much.”

Her jaw dropped, it didn’t sound like happy news that he was about to share. “What are you trying to say, Frank?”

His eyes feel to the stack of papers on his desk.  He leaned forward, ruffling through the stack.  When his hand landed on a paper, he removed it and handed it to her.  She looked down at the pink slip.  She skimmed through the notice stating that she was being fired.  She looked up at him, but couldn’t find the words.  “I’m sorry, Marisa.  If I had any other way...I would take it.”

“You’re firing me?”

“I’m closing the restaurant,” he slowly spoke.  “It hasn’t been good for us.  You know the lack of hours and I don’t foresee it getting better.”

“When?” she asked, hoping that the tears wouldn’t start falling.

“The buyer wants us out in two weeks.”

She covered her face.  She was at a loss for words.  “So, you have already sold it?”

He nodded, “I didn’t want to spring it on you guys.”

She stood up from the chair, angry that her world was spinning out of control.  She couldn’t fight back the tears much longer.  “Spring it on us?  Frank, we all have to look for jobs.  Did you think of that?”

“I know, but...”

She brushed away a tear that had fallen down her cheek.  “I’m sorry, but you don’t know.”  She looked away, “I have to clock in.”  She turned from him.

“Marisa, wait...” he began.

She just shook her head and glanced back toward him.  “I need time to think.”

“Please don’t tell anyone.”

She turned around and sighed heavily.  “Really?  You want the rest of the staff to be shocked by the news more than they already will be?”

“I need to tell them and I will tell them.”

She nodded, “Fine.  I’ll give you twenty four hours,” she headed out of the office and slid her badge through the time clock.  She let out a slow breath, to calm down her nerves, before pushing through the break room door.  She needed to figure out what she was going to do and she had no time to waste.

***

Marisa walked in her apartment and headed for the kitchen.  She reached for the bottle of wine to pour herself a glass.  She needed something to unwind with.  When she poured the glass and lifted it to her lips, she found herself thinking about what she was going to do.  She put the glass down and left the kitchen.

She went to her room and grabbed her laptop and then took it back to the kitchen.  She took a drink and then turned the computer on. 

She punched in a website to search for a job.  As she narrowed it down to places that were based on location, she gradually looked down the list.  She sipped her wine, taking in the positions.  Many of the places she wasn’t qualified for, but then her eyes fell on a few positions that were in search of secretaries, assistants, or receptionists. 

She jotted down their information, then closed her laptop.  She figured it was too late to do anything about the eviction, but she needed to find a job.  She downed the rest of the wine and put the dish in the sink. 

She headed upstairs and turned on the water in the bath, pouring in his some bubbles.  She pulled her clothes off and got into the bath, sinking down so that the bubbles were covering her completely.  She could feel the tears falling down her face and she sniffled.

She hated feeling this way.  She was alone and losing everything that was important to her.  As she wiped a tear from her eye, she heard her cellphone ringing.  She grabbed a towel, wiping her arms off and then reached across to her pants, where she removed the phone.  She saw on the caller ID that it was her mother.  She groaned, but quickly answered the call.  “Hey, Mom.”

“How’s it going?” She asked.  Her voice was cheerful, causing Marisa to try to push away her worries.

“Oh...same ol’ same ol’,” she lied.  “How have you guys been?”

“We have been good.  We were hoping you would come home for the Independence Day Barbeque this year.”

When she was living at home, she loved the barbeque.  However, she was now twenty-five and had moved away nearly seven years ago.  She only went home for the occasional Christmas when she didn’t have to work.  “I think I’ll have to work that day and won’t be able to come back.”  Again, she stated a lie.

There was a long pause on the other end, before her mother spoke up.  “Please try.  Your sister has some news and we would love to see you.”

News? Marisa thought.  “I’ll see what I can do.  I have two weeks to see if I can work it out.”