Billionaire's Accidental Wife

Chapter 24

Chapter 24 In just a few short minutes, she was back in the dining room looking down at a spread of

hot buttermilk pancakes, bacon, ham and eggs, fruit, freshly brewed coffee, and a selection of freshly

squeezed juices. Her eyes widened in awe. “Is this all for me?” she asked Marcel. “Yes, Miss Chelsea,

and Mr. Brown left a note for you.” He pointed at a white envelope placed on a small silver tray beside

her plate. Her name has been written in cursive in the middle of it. “Is there anything else you require,

Miss Chelsea?” “No, Marcel. That will be all. Thank you. And please, just call me Chelsea,” she said

with a warm smile.

He nodded and left me for her breakfast. She sat down slowly and gazed again at the array of

breakfast items in front of her, but soon her interest returned to the envelope. What could Dave have

written in it? Bastard. She thought.

The nerve. Minutes later, she found herself devouring a lot more breakfast than she anticipated. Not

eating much last night has apparently caught up with her. After she thanked Marcel and the rest of the

servants as they cleared the remaining food and utensils, her eyes drifted back over to the note. Okay,

you have refuelled with a good, hearty breakfast. Just open it already, Chelsea. She reached out for it

and carefully opened it. Inside is a single piece of paper: Chelsea, her offer is still open. I hope you will

reconsider the position. In your room, Marcel has laid out an outfit for you to wear to the office. her

driver, Eddy, will take you.

– Brown

What a fucking nerve? He couldn’t possibly…

Damn it! It was tempting.

Letting out a sharp breath, she began to sweat with both dread and anticipation. He wants

her to start work today? When she only just got back into the country yesterday? How could he be this

inconsiderate? She sighed and closed her eyes for a minute. After rising from her seat, she made her

way back upstairs to her bedroom.

As soon as she walked in, true to Dave’s word, was a gorgeous pressed little black dress, a pearl

necklace, a pair of diamond-studded earrings, and some expensive heels. This is

her work uniform? How could he be such an asshole? He knew she would love it.

”

She almost does not want to put this all on. What these items cost could feed her kids back in Kenya

for the rest of their lives. Maybe even their education. God. Her stay there changed the very essence of

her belief in life. It certainly mends the missing pieces of her broken heart.

Giving in to her alter ego, who reminds her of why she took this job – to steal money from the rich or to

break her heart even more – she went to shower and dress. When she looked at herself in the mirror,

she was in total awe of her transformation. It’s been

a year since she indulged herself in luxurious clothing. In Kenya, she was limited to a pair of worn-out

jeans or shorts and a few tank tops. The unbearable heat left her with very limited options for clothing.

She also got used to not caring about her appearance. There was no need for makeup or to shave her

legs all the time. Not that she was ever the type to get dolled up anyway. But as she stares intently into

the large full-length mirror in her bedroom, she has to admit that she has never looked more stunning

again. The old Chelsea was back And for the first time since arriving at the mansion, she let herself

smile.

Then Dave’s driver, an old Asian man, glided the sleek, silver pearl Range Rover away from

Sebastian’s mansion and into downtown London. She cannot help but feel like a VIP cruising down the

highway while adoring fans wait anxiously to catch a glimpse of her gorgeous face hidden behind the

tinted windows. Well, her time being a celebrity was long gone, and now she hated the idea of being in

the chaotic world of modelling After almost thirty minutes on the busy road, they finally pulled up

outside a large skyscraper in the middle of London. “Here we are, Miss Chelsea,” Eddy says, turning

his head back to her. She remained firmly seated in her seat. Her palms were sweaty and she was way

too anxious. Not that a call from Jane and Catherine would be nothing but chaotic. The latter arranged

a dinner meeting and talked about Jane’s upcoming second wedding.

–

“Welcome to Brown Inc., Miss,” the old man continued. “I do hope you enjoy your first day.” “Thank you,

Eddy. That makes two of us. Do I just call you when I am ready to be picked up?” “Oh no, Miss

Chelsea. Mr. Brown has informed me that you will be accompanying him back home.”

“Oh…okay,” she answered back, somewhat startled by the statement. Me and Dave? In a car

together? Alone? Oh, God…

After she stepped out of the SUV, she peered up at the massive building soaring above her. It took her

a minute to get her nerves in check and she walked toward the rotating glass doors.

She was greeted by a pleasant blonde seated behind a circular desk with the words “Brown Inc. “‘

written in bold cursive behind her.

“Hello,” Chelsea said, trying to sound chirpy. “I’m here to see Mr. Dave Brown. her name is Chelsea”

“Oh, thank God. You are here. Welcome Miss,” she responded, a perfect smile etching across her face.

“Mr. Brown is waiting for you on the twentieth floor. The elevator is just over there to the right.”

She pursued her eyes over to the silver elevator doors just across the way. “Thanks,” she muttered with

a weak smile.

Her heart speeds with every passing floor. Her mind was a whirlwind of uncomfortable questions.

What will her job description be? Personal Secretary? PA? Would he regale her any differently from his

other staff because his friend is marrying her sister?

Would he be an authoritarian or a more laid-back boss? Assessing his behaviour last night at dinner,

and at the party. She was counting on the latter.

Chelsea has never held a corporate job before so she has no idea if she would even be qualified for

the position. And further to that, she still has not come to terms with the idea of working for Dave. Her

ex.

Their working relationship might turn out to be a disaster or a curse, otherwise, she doesn’t have a

choice. She needed a job as soon as possible. Before she knew it, the elevator dings and she steps

out onto the twentieth floor.

A slender young blond woman with a neat high bun and flawless makeup instantly greets her. She was

dressed in a white chiffon blouse and dark pencil skirt, which highlights her envious size zero body.

“Good morning, Miss Chelsea. My name is Diane. Mr. Brown is expecting you. Please, follow me this

way,” she stated. Chelsea nodded and pursued her along a short hallway to a see through office, all

made of glass. Her heart races when she grabs open the door and they trudge inside. novelbin

Her eyes locked with Dave instantly. He was sitting on the shelf of his expensive swivel chair and an

oak-type desk and had his arms crossed, depicting some very toned biceps through his shirt.

He was, of course, dressed stylishly in a pressed white business shirt, charcoal tailored trousers and a

faded scarlet tie that made his eyes glow.

Damn it!

He was, even more, gorgeous than she remembered. She glided around the glass office in

astonishment. The bay-like windows provide a panoramic view of the metropolis below while the rest of

the room was so immense that her apartment could almost fit in here.

Regarding the décor, the room was entirely bland and lacked personality. It only has an enormous

desk, some chairs for clients, a leather couch, and a massive liquor panel by the

door.

The whole office reeks of corporate refinement, which, in Dave’s case, appears to suit him to a tee.

What the hell was she even doing here?

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