Saved by the Billionaire

Chapter Two

● 2 weeks later ●

I stood a few feet away from the building and stared at it. My heart hammered away as I thought about what I had to deal with, going in.

"I can do this," I murmured to myself. With that I walked in. Mrs Grace refused to let me out of this duty. If anything, she threatened to fire me. I can't afford to get fired and now I have to suffer. Why was Orlando fired? Was it the same reason?

"Hey, hot Emmett," I was greeted by Mel, the receptionist. I shot her a small smile, not having it in me to entertain her not so subtle flirty self. I wasn't interested and she needed to stop making me uncomfortable.

"The boss isn't here today, so you can take his order back," Chelsea told me. I nodded and walked over to the elevator. I pressed 7. "Hold the lift," I heard a voice and immediately stopped it. I blanched when Trevor came into view. He smiled upon realizing it's me. "Well well well, if it isn't errand boy."

I tried to ignore him but he wasn't getting the message. "I thought you were one of the smart ones, you know," he said. "You know, smarter than me, but...here we are, you, an errand boy and me...right above you," he said smirking.

Looking down, I bit my lip to stop crying. I tried to ignore him. I tried to not let his words bother me. He persisted. "Isn't your mother the Physics teacher? How'd you end up doing such a...lowlife job?"

The moment the doors opened, I was out like lightning. I heard him say, "Still a f*****g coward," and he laughed. I walked into the cafeteria and placed the orders down. A tear slid down and I quickly wiped it away.

That's how it's been for the past two weeks. I wake up exhausted from my never ending bad dreams and I end up here, only to cry, and I'm always exhausted by the time I finish. Amandla has noticed the changes and she'd let me have a small break in between, when Mrs Grace isn't around.

I know Trevor went up, so I won't be seeing him again. I can't take my chances though. The tears and the pain of being insulted and belittled was still fresh. I needed to get out of here fast. With the boss's order in hand, I dashed, occasionally looking back to see if Trevor's around.

Having to constantly look around me, I didn't look where I was going. I crashed landed into a wall and spilled everything I had in my hand. Shortly after, I followed it to the floor.

Oh no.

I heard gasps from around the foyer and wished I was dead. Looking at the black shiny shoes that probably costs more than my life, I immediately knew it wasn't the wall I ran into. A whimper escaped my lips as my body shook with fear of what was to happen. The man hasn't said anything yet.

He just stood there.

I don't know how long I sat there, praying and hoping that I was dead instead of having to face whoever this man is.

After finding enough courage to look up, I wished I didn't. There were coffee stains all over him. Even on his face. Was I that clumsy? I bit my lip and fresh tears slid down my face and I don't think they were for Trevor.

Shamefully, I stood up and stood in front of the man, not knowing what to say. Apologizing doesn't necessarily solve problems like these. We do it anyway, because it's the right thing.

"I d-din't mean to," I stuttered, avoiding his eyes. "I'm sorry," that probably came out in a whimper. I fidgeted with my hands, waiting for my punishment. He'd probably make me pay for the suit. I'd have to work all my life to be able to pay for it.

The man said nothing. He stood like a statue, even when his phone rang, he never answered it. I was too afraid to look up at him. I don't know whether I should leave and wait for him to say something.

"Chelsea!" I jumped when his voice bounced in the open area, oozing of power and a lot of intended intimidation. If I wasn't shaking before, I was now. Another whimper escaped my lip, accompanied by more tears. I couldn't stop them even if I wanted to.

I heard shoes clicking as the lady hurried over. "Yes Mr Richard?" My eyes widened at that. I remember they mentioned a Mr Richard, who was the boss.

"R-Richard?" The words tumbled out of my mouth as I stared at the godly like man standing before me. My heart hammered faster at the realization that I just earned myself a death wish.

I've wrong the boss. Thee Boss.

"Get me a new suit. I'm giving you 5 minutes," he said, anger visible in his voice. I shook like a leaf as I awaited my inevitable fate. "You, come with me," he said, his voice stern. I didn't need to look up to know he was telling me. Walking around me, he walked away, leaving me in my own mess.

"You see what you've done?" I flinched at Chelsea's accusing voice before she hurried away. I turned back to see him gone. s**t, I don't even know his office.

I hurried back to elevators and pressed one to go up. "In here," I heard that familiar powerful voice. Looking around, I noticed the lift that was opened and he stood casually in it, eyeing me. I can't read his face.

I hurried over, not wanting to upset him any further. He'd pressed 15. He never said anything for the whole ride, saved for his phone call.

"I have a meeting in about an hour and a half," he said. "I don't f*****g care. Fix it," I flinched when he seethed into the phone. He's saying the bad word. "And if you still value your job, you better do something," he said before hanging up.

The doors dinged and for once I was frozen in place and not rushing out. He walked past me, his arm brushing against mine. I walked into a different area. It was so eerily quiet as opposed to the lower grounds. Everything was so perfect and modern.

I followed the man - Mr Richard, to his office. I would have expected a darker interior design like all the typical CEOs, but his room had more light and lighter colors decorating it. I would have admired it had I been under different circumstances.

He walked into another room, leaving me standing by the door. I wiped the tears quickly and kept my head down, too ashamed to look at the man.

Chelsea walked in, not too long, carrying another suit and walked over to the same door. "Mr Richard?" She knocked once on the door. "I have your suit," the door opened to reveal a- holy...

He was naked- I mean, half naked. He had a towel wrapped around his torso and it hung too low, revealing the v-line. Not a single trace of tattoos, just pure smooth looking skin. Chelsea averted her eyes quickly at the sight and handed him the suit. He gave her the dirty one. "Thank you," he said. His eyes found mine and I looked down, my face hot.

He closed the door and I was left standing again, after Chelsea left giving me the death glare. He must be fast because he walked out all dressed.

"Sit," he instructed, walking around. I walked over to the chair in front of his table. He was so organized. Hesitantly, I sat down and waited. For what felt like a thousand times, I jumped when he placed a glass of water before me. He walked around to his chair and sat down. "Drink," he said.

I dared a look at him, confused. I had expected him to yell at me and not offer me water. "Come on," he urged me, his voice surprisingly soft. His eyes never left mine. I grabbed the glass and took a sip, immediately scrunching my face when I tasted sugar. I swear I saw the corner of his mouth twitch. "All of it," I don't really like drinking this. I gulped the whole thing down and placed the glass down. "Good," he said nodding to himself.

For the next few minutes, he didn't say anything, looking at me. I would steal a glance only to look away. Dang, he caught me staring at him while he was naked earlier. He must think I'm a creep.

"What color are your eyes?" He asked me. I looked up at that, confused.

"What?" I stammered, my brows furrowed.

"Your eyes," he repeated.

"Aqua," I told him. Yeah, I had weird features. Ginger hair, aqua eyes and light freckles. Not much of the society beauty standard. Not to mention I'm huge. I wasn't as huge as this man in front of me though. He's bigger than me.

"Why were you crying?" At that, I looked away, biting my lip. "Stop biting your lip," I shivered at the quiet velvety tone he took. Slowly, I pulled out my lip from between my teeth. I couldn't say why I was crying. It's already embarrassing that he saw me crying. I can't exactly tell him I'm being bullied. "What's your name?" He asked when I didn't say anything.

"Emmett Davidson,"

"Jackson Richard," he told me. He leaned forth, placing his hands on the table. "Why were you crying, Emmett?"

"Nothing," I mumbled, not knowing what else to say. I couldn't tell him what happened.

"So, you're not going to tell me," he came to the conclusion. "Why were you running?" He asked instead.

"I was...rushing to get to work," I opted for. It wasn't a complete lie, and lying made me feel uneasy.

My phone rang then and I didn't make a move to answer it. "You should get that," Jackson said. I fished out my crappy phone and answered Amandla's video call. I could tell she was in the staff room.

"Emmy, is everything okay? You've been gone for too long," she said as soon as I answered.

"Y-yes, I'm fine, Amandla," I said softly, eyeing Jackson.

"Where are you?" She asked me. "Should I come and get you?" I couldn't help smiling at that. She's always been overprotective of me, knowing how sensitive I can be. "Did Trevor do something again? I swear I'll walk right into that building and f**k him up if he hurt you. Just tell me," she said. I cringed at the language.

"Amandla, don't say a bad word," I frowned at her, on instinct. She gigged.

"Sorry," she apologized. "Be honest, did he bother you? Because I'm coming to give him what he deserves if he did and I don't care if that Mr Richard is there," my eyes widened at the mention of the man listening to the conversation. I looked up at him and he was freaking smiling. It wasn't much but it was definitely more than a twitch. I blushed and looked down at the phone.

"Amandla, don't panic. I'm fine and I'm coming," I told her, even after knowing she wouldn't believe me.

"I'm giving you 5 minutes," she said before hanging up.

"You can go, Emmett. Your friend is waiting," Jackson told me. I stood up and stuffed my phone back in my back pocket. He hasn't said anything about the incident downstairs.

I stopped by the door and contemplated whether to say something about it or not. Eventually, I turned back around.

"Was there something else?" He asked me.

"Well, about the...uh, the incident. I didn't mean to and I...I will pay for the suit," I told him. I don't even know how I'll do that, but it's better than not doing anything. It was all my fault.

"It's just a suit, Emmett. Don't fret," he said offering a lopsided grin. I stood for a few seconds, allowing myself to admire the smile on his face. He's really attractive. Dark brown hair and light brown eyes with a chiseled face.

"It didn't...burn you?" I asked him, remembering that it was coffee and it was still hot.

"No, it didn't," he answered. With a small nod, I walked out. I headed over to the elevator, confused about what just happened. He didn't scold me or anything and it was suspicious. Before the doors closed, a hand appeared to stop it from closing. There he was, standing before me.

"Get the car ready, I'm coming down," he said over the phone. There wasn't much talking, which I expected. We walked out together and all eyes turned to us. People were quite shocked. I bit back a whimper when I saw Trevor in the foyer as well.

The security guards hurried to open the door for Mr Richard. He let me go out first.

"I'll see you around, Emmett," he said before we separated.

I just had the weirdest day of my life. And my heart was beating so fast, but this time, it wasn't for the bad reasons.

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UNEDITED