My Unwanted Billionaire

CHAPTER 5

"Good morning, sir" I greet Mr. Jason for the second time this morning. I greeted him earlier when he arrived on our floor and passed my desk. Once he arrived, he asked to see me. He has not said anything since I sat down in front of his desk, so I greeted him again to let him know I am here in case he forgot, even though that is not possible.

"I know you are here Eleanor, I am not blind," He says while keeping his eyes on the papers in front of him.

"Of course not, sir," I say, hoping I didn't offend him.

"I want you to do comprehensive, detailed research on this man. I want to know everything about him, and when I say everything, I mean everything," He says, handing me a file with the name Umberto Moretti written on it.

This is the first time he has ever asked me to do something for him. The whole week I spent working for him, he never asked me to do anything. I am thrilled things have changed.

"Sir, there could be about 1000 Umberto Moretti in this world. How will I know which one you need me to research on?"

"If you opened the file in front of you before you opened that mouth of yours, you would have known I did not ask you to research any Umberto Moretti," He says, rudely insulting me.

"Sorry, sir," I say and quickly open the file. The picture of the man is inside and some information about him. It's not my fault I didn't think to open the file first, but it does not give him the right to talk to me like that. I am starting to hate him more.

"Keep your sorry to yourself, and I want the report on him done before lunchtime."

"It will be done, sir, and would that be all."

"No, I need you to draft a contract similar to this one," He says, handing me the document.

"Okay, sir, I will have everything ready by lunchtime."

"Good, now leave."

I stand up and leave, but just as I am about to turn the doorknob. He speaks.

"I don't know what you did to my grandfather to make him, so hell bent on making you work here but trust me, it won't be for long. I will find a way to make him see you for who you truly are, and I will make you regret the day you met me," He says

I am about to speak and defend myself but decide not to. It won't change anything, so I just turn the doorknob and leave his office. I don't think anything I say at this point is going to change his mind. I will just let my actions do the talking for me from now on. 

Lunch came sooner than I hoped, but I had everything ready for Mr. Jason. I had drafted the contract and also done my research on Umberto Moretti. I am about to stand up from my desk and walk to his office to give him the documents when he steps out.

"I hope you are ready," He says as he buttons his suit jacket. He looks like he is about to step out for lunch. He must be having a meeting with Umberto Moretti over lunch. The contract I drafted was for Umberto Moretti. He is a ranch owner, and Mr. Jason plans to buy some of his lands in Italy to increase his vineyard. Mr. Jason has people who could handle this for him, but Mr. Moretti has refused to sell his land to the company. Mr. Jason plans to convince Mr. Moretti by himself.

"Yes, it's ready, sir. I have done everything you asked," I say, handing him the document. I expect him to collect the files from my hand or ask me to take them to his office, but he does not do any of that. Instead, he looks at me like I am mad.

"Other than being dumb, you also don't understand English," He says, which only makes me more confused. Why is he saying I don't understand English and calling me dumb? If anyone has a problem with English here, it's him. Instead of asking me if the files were ready. He asked me if I was ready.