...“To me, business isn’t about wearing suits or pleasing stockholders. It’s about being true to yourself, your ideas and focusing on the essentials.”...

Male Lead : Adam Clark

Age : **2***8*

Height : 6'2

Profession : CEO

Features : Light Brown Hair, Sharp Jawline, Broad Shoulder and His Blue Orbs.

Personality: Rude, Strict, Bossy, Powerful, and Perfectionist Billionaire.

Female Lead : Nancy Miles

Age : 23

Height : 5'8

Profession : Assistant

Features : Her Brown Orbs, Curvy Figure, Tiny Waist, Brown Long Hair.

Personality : Sweet, Intelligent, Lovely, Beautiful , Elegant.

...(Smooth like butter...

...Like a criminal undercover...

...Gon' pop like trouble...

...Breakin' into your heart like that...

...Cool shade stunner...

...Yeah, I owe it all to my mother...

...Hot like summer...

...Yeah, I'm makin' you sweat like that...

...Break it down...

...Ooh when I look in the mirror...

...I'll melt your heart into two...

...I got the superstar glow so (ooh)...

...Do the boogie like...

...Side step, right, left to my beat...

...High like the moon, rock with me, baby...

...Know that I got that heat...

...Let me show you 'cause talk is cheap...

...Side step, right, left to my beat...

...Get it, let it roll...

...Smooth like butter...

...Pull you in like no other...

...Don't need no Usher...

...To remind me you got it bad...

...Ain't no other...

...That can sweep you up like a robber...

...Straight up, I got ya...

...Makin' you fall like that...

...Break it down...

...Ooh, when I look in the mirror...

...I'll melt your heart into two...

...I got the superstar glow so (ooh)...

...Do the boogie like...

...Side step, right, left to my beat...

...High like the moon, rock with me, baby...

...Know that I got that heat...

...Let me show you 'cause talk is cheap...

...Side step, right, left to my beat...

...Get it, let it roll...

...Get it, let it roll...

...Get it, let it roll...

...Ice on my wrist...

...I'm the nice guy...

...Got the right body and the right mind...

...Rollin' up to party, got the right vibe...

...Smooth like (butter)...

...Hate us (love us)...

...Fresh boy pull up and we lay low...

...All the playas get movin' when the bass low...

...Got ARMY right behind us, when we say so...

...Let's go...

...Side step, right, left to my beat (right, left to my beat)...

...High like the moon, rock with me, baby...

...Know that I got that heat...

...Let me show you 'cause talk is cheap (talk is cheap)...

...Side step, right, left to my beat...

...Get it, let it roll...

...Smooth like (butter)...

...Cool shade (stunner)...

...And you know we don't stop...

...Hot like (summer)...

...Ain't no (bummer)...

...You be like "Oh my god"...

...We gon' make you rock and you say (yeah)...

...We gon' make you bounce and you say (yeah)...

...Hotter...

...Sweeter...

...Cooler...

...Butter...

...Get it, let it roll)...

...(You can't live a positive life with a negative mind and if you have a positive outcome you have a positive income and just to have more positivity and just to kind of laugh it off.)...

...(I found myself in a late night drives...

...Without a destination...

...All I had were thoughts about the past...

...And a list of my favorite songs to keep me company...

...But I still struggle and lose myself everyday...

...I always find myself lost in every line of all these songs...

...But I felt better when I saw that this is life...

...And in life we're gonna cry...

...In life we're gonna lose sleep...

...We're gonna feel helpless...

...But that's how it's got to be...

...But that's how it's got to be...

...But that's how it's got to be...

...When you lose yourself (But that's how it's got to be)...

...You'll find what you're looking for...

...When you lose yourself (But that's how it's got to be)...

...You'll find what you're looking for...

...But that's how it's got to be...

...But that's how it's got to be...

...But that's how it's got to be...

...But that's how it's got to be)...

Nancy's POV

I sit on the wall next to the elevator, waiting for my boss and the love of my life to walk through the door. As Mr. Clark's assistant, I've been here since five o'clock in the morning. At least 30 minutes before he arrives, I must come to make sure everything is ready. Make copies and organize his emails and desk now. His breakfast and coffee will be prepared when he gets to his office at 6:00 a.m. Once we're done, I'll go back to my desk and work while he stays in his office to go over his day. I'm obligated to attend every meeting and stay as long as he does each day.

As his only employee who has stayed for more than two weeks, I've had the privilege of working with him for two years now. Adam Clark is a workaholic and perfectionist billionaire. During frustration and exhaustion, he can be obnoxious and demanding, and the long hours wear even the most devoted employees down. Even those who work close to him find it difficult to meet his high standards.

This long has gone by without a hitch, and I don't know how it happened. When I first started working for Adam, I was desperate for a job. I had just graduated from college and was in severe financial trouble due to the amount of debt that I owed. So I knew I had to get a job, even if it was only for a short time, to keep the bills paid. My interview with Adam Enterprise was one of my most memorable experiences, and I'll never forget the perfectly dressed professionals in the reception area.

The only clothes I had were a pair of skinny black jeans and a white button-up shirt, so I gave up trying to look presentable. Because my hair was too short to try to tie it up, I had only applied a coat of mascara and gloss to my lips. The other attendees were resplendent in tuxedos and slacks, with impeccable hair and makeup.

Adam Enterprise was housed in a high-rise skyscraper in the city's heart.

Everything was ultra-modern, thanks to the use of a black-and-white color scheme. Nothing appeared cheap, except for the folding chairs outside Mr. Adam's office. Listening to him bark orders from inside his office, I must have sat in that uncomfortable chair for over an hour. People were shocked, for the most part. There was a mixture of emotions among the people present. Finally, he called my name, and I stumbled into his fortress on wobbly legs as I stood up and walked it.

Adam's scowl grew even more pronounced on his face upon seeing what I was wearing. I simply sat up straight and smiled widely. I needed to complete this task. The two of us shook hands after I walked up to his desk.

I sat stiffly across from him as he went over my bare resume. I was able to take him in while he was completely silent. It was impossible not to be swayed by Adam's beauty. His hair was slicked to one side and gelled, and it was a light brown color. Clean-shaven, with a razor-sharp jawline. I noticed that his hands were clenched around my resume.

"You seem tense," he says...

When Adam's blue eyes met my brown ones, I could not hold back the words. As he stared at me, I tried to resist the urge to fidget.

"As your assistant, I'd book you a massage or a vacation if I could." His lips twitched at the corners before his mask fell back down.

"I don't need a vacation or a...massage," he says, his gaze roving over my body quickly.

After he paused to clear his throat, his gaze returned to mine.

"For help organizing my life, I'm looking for a new assistant. Prepare for meetings by writing down ideas and taking notes during conversations. Your duties would include doing my shopping, picking up items, and helping me with whatever else I might need."

I exclaimed, "That sounds like so much fun!" my voice beaming with excitement.

His eyes were closed, but he gave me a dry look as I laughed. Adam twisted the corner back and forth between his fingers as he fiddled with my resume.

I remarked, "You've had quite a few assistants."

It was interesting to see that he seemed to be constantly hiring new assistants before my interview.

"Most people can't keep up with the workload," he says.

He told me that before extending the job offer. I figured out within a week that the issue wasn't the workload. He had to be the one. He frequently drove me insane with his yelling orders and rare expressions of gratitude. Overly severe and fearful of commitment characterized his demeanor.

However, he is improving in the painful area. He now has a chuckle when I make fun of him.

Even though the last two years have been hectic, I'm getting used to it. I've tried to find another job, but Adam rewards me with more money each time I apply. Unless he's monitoring my online activity, he must know that I'm thinking about leaving. My desire to remain employed here goes beyond the monetary rewards.

The character of Adam has always been a favorite of mine.

The fact that he can be a pain in my side doesn't change that I like him. We're polar opposites in almost every respect. There are many differences between us; he's serious while I'm more laid-back; he is a pessimist while I am an optimist; he is tall while I am short. He's dark, and I'm light. But despite my best efforts, it seems unlikely that he feels the same way about hearing from me. He's a multi-billionaire who's afraid of making a long-term investment. If I say something and he rejects me, how inconvenient would it be to keep working with him? Who knows how long it would take in this economy for me to find a new job at this point. In the end, I look forward to seeing him each day. The friendship we share is important to me, and I don't want to lose contact.

Sighing, I try to clear my mind of images of Adam and I tangled up in my bed or holding hands while strolling through the park, but it's impossible. As a last-ditch effort, I signed up for a dating site last night to help me stop obsessing over him in this way. Unfortunately, my coffee had yet to brew when I remembered to check my account and found a few messages. I'm afraid that none of the profiles have piqued my curiosity.

Text messages from security inform me that Mr. Adam is on his way up, so I pull out my phone when it beeps. The thought of what he has in store for me makes me curious.

As the holiday season draws near, I've made a wish list of things I want to get people.

This is what he's been working on for the last three months. First, I buy most of his gifts to ensure that he remembers essential dates. Then, in my mind, I go over my to-do list. Finally, after picking up his dry cleaning and sending a note to his grocery store indicating his weekly order had been placed, I was on my way.

Standing tall, I double-check that my clothes are in place as the elevator doors open. Adam walks right by me with his briefcase in hand as he makes his way to work.

While he is looking at me, I say, "Good morning, sir," and smile. Then, as he exits his desk, I sigh.

Get down to business now!