All Chapters of GIVING THE BILLIONAIRE A CHANCE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Jane headed towards Marcus’s cubicle, the remaining files of the Hendersons’ report pressed against her chest. She placed the folder in the center of Marcus’s desk, where he wouldn’t miss it. Then she saw them, partially hidden by his keyboard; venders' vine- one of Vance Inc.'s competitors.She slid the papers out before she could stop herself. Her eyes scanned through each page that contained an invoice and numbers that didn’t match any project she knew. This is fucking messed up. This is all so wrong.“What do you think you’re doing?” Marcus’s voice rang in her ear moments before she could read the last page.Jane flinched. Marcus grabbed her hand, dragging her elsewhere before she could protest.“What were you doing on my desk?” demanded Marcus.“I was just dropping off the rest of the Hendersons’ report, then again. What were those documents on your desk?” she asked.“That’s none of your business.” Marcus snatched the rest off her hands.“But-” Marcus cut her off. His grip on he

Jane called Nancy the moment she got home. Her hands frantically rummaged through her bag for her phone. Her fingers drummed on the counter as she waited for the call to connect. She couldn't stop assuming the worst after seeing Nancy’s text. she paced around her home at the thought of the announcement. She could hardly stay still.“Hello? Jane?”“Nancy! Thank goodness you picked up. What is it you were trying to say will happen on Monday? How did you find out? Who said…,” Jane’s breath shook between each word. The numerous possibilities she thought of spiralled out of control in her mind. “Calm down, will you? Sheesh,” Nancy cut off Jane before should ramble on. “I found out when I went out drinking with the others. It just so happens Tony from HR has a slightly loose tongue when drunk,” Nancy’s giggles rang through the phone. “I see, so what's the announcement being on Monday going to be about?” Jane held on to the kitchen counter to calm herself down, waiting for Nancy's response

Jane's head pressed against her palms as she took deep ragged breaths like she had been submerged in ice. She sank her head to her knees like she wanted the world to swallow her whole. Tears brimmed in her eyes.Why just why, first Marcus and now this? Ah…it’s official, I’m done for.Nancy and Heather exchanged anxious looks, unable to understand what was going on, and they each took turns to calm her down.“Jane, what’s wrong? Take deep breaths, in then out, in then out. That’s it.” Nancy held onto Jane, trying her best to comfort her as Heather shielded them from the confused and mocking looks of other workers leaving the conference room.“Heather, you head back to the office. If any news comes up, text me and if anyone asks about Jane, especially Marcus? Say a puppy died or something. Oh, and get my makeup from my purse.”“Got it,” Heather said, saluting.“Phew, now that you’ve calmed down a bit, we should leave. We can’t be the last ones here, especially when you’re like this.”Na

The chair squeaked quietly from Jane’s weight in her small cubicle. She focused on the ceiling as if waiting for the answers to her problems to drop down on her face. She had a feeling Marcus was already aware of her being called to the CEO’s office from the intense stare he had been giving her from a distance in the office, but she couldn’t bring herself to think of him.A shadow fell over her face, covering the ceiling light, and the sound of fingers snapping multiple times over her face jolted her senses. “Jane! For the love of God, do you know how long I’ve been calling you?” Nancy pulled a chair from the neighbouring cubicle, her legs crossed and arms folded in a domineering pose. Jane’s brows furrowed. “Why do you look more pissed off than me?”“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it’s because you’ve been acting like the walking dead since you came back, and Marcus has been taking out his anger on us in your absence for whatever reason.” Nancy scoffed. “Haven’t you noticed he’s been unbear