Hidden By Her Sister, Loved By The Billionaire

Reversal

Chase POV

"Here are the financial records from your family's company for the last quarter sir" Wilson's voice was polite and respectful as I sat there, drumming my fingers on the table, a half-drunken cup of coffee by my hand.

"No need to be so formal Wilson," I said exhaling, taking the folder from his hands and looking it over "we're friends remember" I reminded him as he flushed "now sit down and drink your coffee" I motioned to the mug he held in his hand.

Wilson awkwardly sat down on the opposite chair at the dining table and began to sip on his coffee while I flipped through the financials.

"The company has experienced quite a projection in the last three months alone, it's profits a 300% increase from last year's total alone" I murmured, not surprised in the slightest.

"Yes, but employee turnover is high, almost double this year, as opposed to last year," Wilson said awkwardly, his hair flopping over his forehead and covering his eye.

I studied him thoughtfully. Wilson and I had been friends since college and anybody looking at him would not mistake him for being an accountant or a personal assistant, simply because he did not look the part. His black shoulder-length hair, bright green emerald eyes, high cheekbones, and chiseled jaw, along with a tanned golden complexion and muscled exterior made him look more like model material. Ever since he had unwittingly saved my life when we were younger, we had been inseparable and I had not had any hesitations offering him a position when we graduated, even though part of me suspected that Wilson was more intelligent and capable than anybody gave him credit for. I never had to question the loyalty he showed me and there was nothing that either of us would not do for the other.

"Why do you think that is?" I asked him bluntly.

Wilson sighed. "If I might be frank," he said awkwardly "your father is not an easy man to work for. He constantly implements new procedures that are time-consuming, hires employees who are cheap, and doesn't value loyalty from his current employees who have worked there for years. He also puts people in charge with the wrong qualifications or who aren't up to the task, resulting in a lack of satisfaction for those working beneath them."

I nodded. "The whole company needs a restructure," I said with a sigh "but my father doesn't see it. He's too old fashioned, too set in his ways."

"Isn't that the reason that you made the proposal about agreeing to get a wife in the first place?" Wilson asked tentatively "so that you could get your hands on the company and begin to work it over, from the bones upwards."

I put the file down. "I did, but the agreement was that I find a wife first."

"That's going to be a bit difficult" Wilson allowed ruefully "you can't just up and grab one can you?" he mused "I mean you could, but you've never wanted a marriage contract."

"No," I said agreeably, scowling at my cold cup of coffee "but nor do I want a wife who only wants me for my money."

He frowned and put his mug carefully down. "So what are you going to do? You've managed to keep your face out of the public and the press" he pointed out, looking upwards in thought, his brow creasing "but if you start visiting the company or aren't careful, you're going to have that leaked regardless. Also, how do you propose to date a woman, without divulging who you really are?" he asked a little confused.

"There are complications," I said nonchalantly "but there is always a solution to each problem."

I eyed him meaningfully.

He continued to frown. "I don't understand what you mean."

I smirked. "Wilson, we've been friends for a long time," I told him deliberately as he nodded, pursing his lips "and well, look at you" I gestured to him as he looked down at himself.

"I'm sorry?" he frowned.

"You're like a supermodel," I said calmly as he grimaced "any woman who looks at you, especially in a well-fitting and designer label suit, is going to believe instantly that you are who you say you are."

I was pleased with the idea I had come up with. Wilson on the other hand, was struggling to think of where this was heading. He raised a brow.

"I'm not following," he said blankly.

This was going to take some convincing, I thought, even as I smiled at him winningly. "Well, It's like this," I said simply as he stared at me "I propose that we change identities. You become Chase Callahan and I become Wilson Jones. I can pretend to be the assistant while you play the billionaire."

His mouth dropped open "what is that going to do?"

I fixed steely eyes on him "It's going to allow me to see how the women my father chooses, or I have an interest in, conduct themselves in public, when they think that I, or rather you" I amended "aren't looking. They drop their guards down around what they believe to be a measly assistant. I don't want to see the fake nice woman, I want to see the real one. I want them to drop the pretense when they aren't there to see me watching them. I want to see how they treat people that aren't billionaires and heiresses out in public or in their business domains."

He groaned as I leaned back with a grin. "It's a foolish idea. Nobody would believe me to be a billionaire" he protested, running a hand through his hair.

"Why?" I asked pointedly "you're opinionated, you're intelligent and you're charismatic when you choose to be. Why couldn't you pass as a billionaire?"

He floundered "but, but, aren't they going to be angry when they realize what you've done?" he demanded shrilly "they'll be pissed Chase" he added helplessly.

"Not if they love me for me. What if I found a girl that fell for the assistant persona?" I asked him as his eyes widened "wouldn't that prove that they loved me for me and not my money?"

He gaped "Well yes, but..."

"But what? This is going to work Wilson, you just have to agree to it. I'll reward you handsomely for your cooperation" I added, eyeing him carefully.

He groaned out loud. "For how long?" he asked and I knew I had him.

I grinned triumphantly "Father has given me two years, but I fully intend to find a wife long before then," I said c*****g my head as Wilson clenched his jaw "especially if I am going to fix his broken company. We'll get you some suits and I'll wear the ones you normally do" I eyed him up and down "and you'll act like you're me. There's really nothing to it."

"Nothing to it," he said incredulously "you make it sound so easy."

I shrugged "it will be. How about I pay you a bonus for doing this? A large bonus" I amended as he looked at me stony-faced.

"It better be large enough to make this worthwhile" he muttered.

"How about a million?"

"That's too much" he protested but I shook my head "just think about that as a down p*****t. You'll get another bonus if I successfully find a wife" I told him "and you can even drive my fancy cars" I told him, causing his eyes to light up.

"All of them?" he asked, a crooked smile on his face.

"Except the Ferrari" I said, pinning my gaze on him.

He looked slightly disappointed and then shrugged. "Okay, we have a deal, but if this all goes south, you take the blame," he said looking relieved.

"I will take full responsibility," I said, "but now you have to learn all of my background. You're no longer 24 years old for one" I teased as he took a grumpy swig of coffee "but 25."

"Great" he mumbled "but there isn't that much I don't know about you is there?"

"No, but anybody who has done their homework will know my backstory. It looks like you have homework tonight" I told him unsympathetically.

"I need more coffee," he said snarkily.

I chuckled "Grab me some."

"Aren't you the assistant?" he said while I grinned "shouldn't you be getting me some?"

"In public" I reminded him "and believe me, I know you'll take full advantage of that fact."

He smirked, grabbing my mug "Damn right I will. If you're going to make me do this, then the least I can get is some fun out of the whole experience" he warned.

"I'll remember that the next time we review your pay grade" I called out mischievously as he turned to go back towards the kitchen "but thank you for the great sacrifice you are making" I joked.

"I'm driving the Mercedes first" he threatened, and then I heard the sounds of his footsteps as he began to grab the coffee I requested.