Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!

Monday was a whirlwind, and Sadie was running on fumes by the time she hit the office. It wasn't until the lunch bell rang that she could finally kick back and take a breather. She headed up to the 21st floor for a bite with her peeps from the admin crew and ran smack into Micah the moment the elevator doors slid open.noveldrama

A lean silhouette radiated a vibe so intense it was like a force field, making the air crackle with tension.

The staff scurried out of the way, heads down, eyes glued to the floor, not daring to make eye contact.

Sadie couldn't resist a sneak peek and bam! She locked eyes with Micah's deep, piercing gaze. Heart pounding, she ducked her head, thinking, 'Did the devil himself just give me the stink eye?' Micah's voice cut through the silence. "No need to be so formal. Loosen up, everyone."

The staff exchanged glances, their faces lighting up with surprise. It was the first time they'd heard Micah's voice, and it was like music to their ears.

He settled by the window, flanked by his goons, while Andrew went to fetch his grub.

Sadie took another peek, the sun bouncing off him like he was a Hollywood heartthrob.

'Imagine if this guy was the dad to my kids,' she thought before quickly shaking the notion away and joining her colleagues at the table, ready to dig in. Just as she was about to tuck in, the pesky Samuel squeezed in next to her. "Hey there!"

Sadie gave him the stink eye and scooted away, keeping a safe distance.

"Why so little on your plate?" Samuel teased, "Chow down. Our cafeteria's got a spread that could rival a five-star hotel's, and it's all on the house." Sadie didn't bite, kept her head down, and chewed in silence.

Lily, one of the ladies, whispered, "What's the occasion? Why's Mr. Clemens eating with the common folk?"

"I was wondering the same thing," Alice chimed in, peeking at the table across the room. "Ever since Mr. Clemens showed up, it's like we're all walking on eggshells."

"Don't be so uptight," Samuel reassured them, playing it cool. "Mr. Clemens might seem frosty, but he's a real softie at heart."

"Mr. Brown, you seem to know Mr. Clemens pretty well," a curious coworker piped up. "I saw you two all buddy-buddy last time."

"Absolutely," Samuel said with a sly grin, hinting at some secret, and then trailing off into silence.

"No wonder you shot up three levels in half a year," one of the guys remarked, "You've got Mr. Clemens in your corner."

The guys were quick to butter Samuel up.

"Mr. Brown, looking out for us in the future, right?"

"As long as you put in the work at VIC Group, the opportunities are endless," Samuel boasted.

Sadie couldn't take it anymore and got up with her tray, ready to bounce.

Samuel was right on her heels. "Sadie, hold up!"

She was ticked off and quickened her step.

But Samuel was faster, cutting her off and blocking her path. "What's the hurry? Let's walk and chew the fat."

"Mr. Brown, we're not exactly BFFs-" Sadie started, but her words were cut short as someone bumped into her from behind.

She lurched forward, and her plate of half-eaten pasta went flying, plastering Samuel's face like a sloppy mask. "Ah!" the onlookers gasped.

Samuel was momentarily stunned and then fury took over. He went into clown mode, frantically wiping the pasta off his face.

Sadie couldn't suppress a giggle, but then felt rude and quickly apologized, "Sorry 'bout that. Didn't mean to. Someone just nudged me. That's all..." As she spoke, she turned to see who it was, and to her shock, it was Micah!