The Billionaire's secret Love by Manogyna Marthi (readnow .txt) 📕

Chapter 21

Angelica

It has been a year since I started working for Sunrise industries. My job is of a personal assistant for Augustus Martin which includes scheduling his meetings and writing down the notes, booking appointments with various business delegates and sometimes completion of his personal stuff like buying a new suit for a charity function or ordering flowers and restaurant arrangements with his dates.

When I joined this company, I had good number of apprehensions about Augustus. I thought he was going to torture me with a lot of work and overtime in order to extract the dues of my dad. But to my surprise everything went the opposite of what I expected.

Flashback

I was busy in the office completing the paper work which Mr Martin gave me an hour back. A tall man with sharp features came to my desk. His looks felt familiar all though I had no idea about him. Sporting a soft smile on his aged countenance he asks me in a warming voice. "Miss is Augustus available in his office?" After I joined the Sunrise Industries he was the first person to call Mr Martin by his first name.

Probably the aged man understood my inner confusion as he extends his hand for a shake. "I am Xavier Martin, dad of Augustus and you must be his personal assistant Angelica Evans. Am I right?" He speaks to me as though he knew me since years. I give him a slight nod with a smile and lead him to the office of Mr Martin.

My dad is filled with hatred for this man since past many years. But somehow after meeting Xavier Martin, I felt I know him more than I can expect and he would never harm me.

My trail of thoughts was disturbed with the beeping of the intercom. I quickly pick up the call. Holding a notepad in my hand I tap on the mahogany door and enter inside, to face the friendly smile of Xavier Martin sitting on the other side of the office desk.

"So you are the daughter of Margaret. You look just like her." He complements looking at me in fondness. "Do you remember me flower?" The familiar endearment brings me back the memories of my late mother. There was only one person who called me like that, Uncle Winston. Was he the same person? Understanding my turmoil of thoughts he speaks ones again. "I am Xavier Winston Martin. Winny uncle is better known to the world as Xavier." He concludes with his gentle smile as an answer to all my erupting questions.

Lovingly he pulls me to a hug and whispers in my ear. "I only wanted to protect my sister from the mafia and have no personal grudge of hurting your dad and the least breaking their marriage."

Just like that all my misunderstandings vanish against the Martins as I look at the man in front of me oozing fatherly love. Augustus was standing to the other side of the room with his hands inside the pant pockets. A slight smile was adorning his beautiful features for being a part of our little moment.

The world is too small isn't it? For I am back with the Martins. Yet the irony is that not even once did I see my boss in their house. Whenever I went to Winny uncle's house with my mom he was absent from the villa, either busy with his basketball classes, or enjoying outdoors with his friends.

Present

Augustus hates tardiness in the work and expects his employees to be punctual and smart. Nevertheless when the company's targets are achieved, he is a liberal pay master.

It is the ending of the financial year and all the employees are having a rough day today. But no matter the amount of work that is left in the office, I am insisted to leave home by 6. I often go home by bus. After living a life in riches for more than a decade with the love and care of my dad, l feel l returned back to my square one of financial crisis during the time with my mom. But I know I had to come to terms with life and accept the destiny.

It was the time for closing and I set myself to attend the file sitting in my hands and complete my last bit of work. Because if I don't pack up on time, I would miss the bus and get a call saying that a transport is waiting outside the building to drop me home. Sighing deep I recollect the words, my dad once said to me on my first day at Sunrise Industries. "Augustus would never hurt you. I have seen it in his eyes."

I am in no intention to enjoy any plus benefits from the Martins. I wish to be like any other employee working for their firm. I tried to probe the matter to Augustus quite a number of times but he would simply quit it. My present status lies on the fact that I clear the dues of my dad within the next four years and set my family free from the crazy grip of the Martins.

Why does Augustus hold a soft corner for me? Probably he pities me because I am the daughter of Margaret. Or maybe his brotherly instincts high light when he sees me in stress.

The very intense feeling brought a pit in my stomach. Of all the relations that Augustus Martin owes in his life I least wish to be his sister. These emotions are foreign to me holding which I was never having an experience. I was against love and marriage till a few months back. I wish I could nurture the same feelings all through my life.

With the passage of time, I was falling more and more for Augustus. I know every detail of his nooky activities yet I cannot withdraw myself from the hell hole. The biggest thing which hurts me is the intrusion of his untimely flings. Sometimes he takes them to one of his highly sophisticated hotels and at times finishes off the act in the office itself. His completion of the deed depends on the girl he begets. The mating sometimes last for more than two hours and at times he is out of the room within a hour.

Whatever he was, Augustus never tried to intrude into my personal space. He always maintained a distance whenever he spoke to me, highlighting professionalism and talked only business.