The Billionaire's Smile: When the Boss Calls

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B. E. Harmel

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Author

B. E. Harmel

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469K

Chapters

💕 Romance 💰 Billionaires 💪🏻 Protector 🎭 Drama 🏙️ Contemporary 💪🏻 Alpha Males 🤑 Billionaires

Chapter 1

Book 3: When the Boss Calls

MELISSA

I adjusted my blazer for the fifth time as I waited in the sleek, modern lobby of Vanguard Industries. The polished glass walls reflected the quiet, bustling energy of people passing by.

The air hummed with efficiency, the soft click of heels and muted conversations a reminder that I was far from the public sector offices I’d dreamed of working in.

I was still waiting for the government to call me about the legal counsel position I’d applied for. This wasn’t where I wanted to be, but I couldn’t afford to sit idle in the meantime.

I had earned it through grueling exams and endless hours of preparation. It was everything I’d worked for—stability, prestige, and the chance to make a real difference. But the waiting? That was unbearable.

I’d passed the civil service exam months ago, but the appointment process is a black hole. Government moves slowly—background checks, approvals, maybe even security clearance.

Meanwhile, my rent wouldn’t wait. So, here I was, applying for a position that didn’t align with my grand plans but felt like the best way to keep myself sharp and employed.

Vanguard Industries was a massive corporation with fingers in every pie—government contracts, private investments, and international partnerships. They needed a lawyer with expertise in navigating the intricacies of government deals, and as luck would have it, that was my specialty.

Not that I didn’t feel overqualified. Years of courses, certifications, and an MBA had prepared me for the complex legal world of public service.

This job? It felt like a detour, but one I couldn’t afford to pass up.

I sent a message to Caroline, a friend who shared the same dream as me: becoming a legal counsel for the government. Although her qualifications weren’t as strong as mine and she had scored slightly lower in her exams, she still held onto hope.

Like me, she was also searching for a temporary job while waiting, and she had been a great source of support throughout this process. I glanced at the mirrored wall beside me, taking in my reflection.

My red hair was tied back in a sleek ponytail, and my green eyes, which normally carried a spark of confidence, looked almost too wide under the light layer of mascara. I pressed my lips together, checking the faint coral lipstick I’d applied this morning.

I couldn’t afford to look nervous.

“You here for the legal position too?”

The voice beside me startled me out of my thoughts. I turned to see a woman with dark-brown hair cut into a sharp bob. Her warm, curious smile immediately put me at ease.

“Yes,” I said, returning her smile. “Melissa Callahan. You?”

“Sofia Harper,” she said, extending a hand. “I’m here for the corporate law position. You?”

“Government contracts,” I replied, shaking her hand.

Her grin widened. “Nice. Maybe we’ll both get hired and save each other from drowning in whatever chaos this place throws at us.”

I chuckled softly, grateful for the lightheartedness. “Deal.”

“Melissa Callahan?” The receptionist’s voice broke through my thoughts, her polished tone drawing my attention.

I stood quickly, smoothing my skirt as I approached her desk. “They’re ready for you in the conference room,” she said with a practiced smile.

The interview room was just as intimidating as the lobby. A panel of three managers sat across the table, their questions sharp and efficient.

I answered everything with practiced ease, detailing my MBA focus on regulatory law, my experience with government deals, and my endless certifications. I saw their raised brows more than once—it was clear they hadn’t expected someone so prepared.

“Thank you, Ms. Callahan,” the lead manager said, offering a handshake as the interview wrapped up. “We’ll be in touch soon.”

I nodded, smiling politely as I gathered my portfolio. I was halfway out the door when the manager called after me.

“Actually, Ms. Callahan,” she said, pausing. “Mr. Hayes would like to meet with you before you leave.”

I froze, my hand gripping the strap of my bag. “Mr. Hayes?” I echoed, my voice faltering slightly.

The manager nodded, her smile tightening. “Yes. He likes to meet key candidates personally.”

My stomach flipped. Ethan Hayes.

The name was practically synonymous with power and ruthlessness. He wasn’t just the CEO of Vanguard Industries; he was a legend in the business world.

Known for his sharp instincts and unrelenting drive, he was as respected as he was feared. I was led through a maze of glass-walled offices and polished corridors until we reached a set of imposing double doors.

The manager knocked once before opening them, gesturing for me to step inside.

The office was enormous, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city skyline. But it was the man behind the desk who commanded attention.

Ethan Hayes stood as I entered, his tall frame clad in a tailored suit that fit him perfectly. Tall and broad-shouldered, he was the kind of handsome that made it impossible to look away.

His dark hair was perfectly styled, his sharp jawline clean shaven, and his piercing blue eyes locked onto me with an intensity that made my breath catch.

“Ms. Callahan,” he said, his deep voice smooth and commanding as he extended a hand.

I shook it, heat creeping into my cheeks as his grip sent a spark of awareness through me. Pull it together, Melissa.

“Mr. Hayes,” I said, my voice steady despite the way my heart raced.

“Please, sit.”

I lowered myself into the chair, clutching my portfolio like a shield. His gaze was unnervingly sharp, as if he could see right through me.

Ethan Hayes exuded a cold, commanding presence that made the luxurious office feel even more intimidating.

“I’ve reviewed your file,” he began, his tone clipped and professional. “Impressive credentials. You’re clearly overqualified for the role we’re hiring for.”

I tried not to let my smile drop. Overqualified. That couldn’t be a good sign.

“However,” he continued, his sharp gaze cutting through me, “your expertise in government contracts is exactly what we need. And your MBA in regulatory law sets you apart.”

I nodded, struggling to find my voice. “Thank you, sir. I’ve worked hard to specialize in this area.”

He inclined his head slightly, his expression unreadable. “Why Vanguard Industries, Ms. Callahan? Someone with your qualifications could aim higher—or wait for something more aligned with your experience.”

He saw through me already.

I hesitated, falling back on the rehearsed answer I’d given earlier. “I believe every experience has value, Mr. Hayes. I want to continue growing while contributing to a company with Vanguard’s reputation.”

His gaze pinned me, a ghost of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “And now, the truth.”

My heart stuttered. Damn those eyes.

“I…” I took a deep breath. “I passed the exam for a public sector role. I’m waiting for the government to call me, but I can’t sit idle in the meantime.”

I glanced down at my hands, then back up.

“And the truth is…I chose this path because of my grandfather. He was a legal counsel—stubborn, idealistic, and obsessed with integrity. He believed the law should protect people, not power.”

I’d grown up watching him fight for what was right, even when it cost him. I wanted to carry that forward, in my own way.

For a second, something flickered in Ethan’s eyes—curiosity, maybe.

Ethan leaned back slightly, studying me for an excruciating few seconds.

“You’re refreshingly honest,” he said finally. “And overqualified as you are, that honesty is rare.”

I blinked, barely processing his words before he stood.

“You’ll start Monday,” he said simply, his tone making it clear the discussion was over.

I scrambled to my feet, gripping my portfolio tightly.

“Thank you, Mr. Hayes. I won’t let you down.”

“We’ll see,” he replied, his expression unreadable.

As I walked out of the office, my nerves were frayed, but a spark of determination flared within me.

Ethan Hayes might be intimidating, but I wasn’t about to let that stop me.

I left the office feeling both dazed and victorious.

Sofia was waiting in the lobby, her grin widening when she saw me.

“Well?” she asked.

“I got it,” I said, the shock still evident in my voice.

She laughed, throwing an arm around my shoulders.

“Me too. Guess we’re in this together.”

As I stepped outside into the crisp afternoon air, I couldn’t help but smile.

This wasn’t the plan, but it was a start.

And if Ethan Hayes was as intimidating as he seemed, it was going to be one hell of a ride.

I was anxious to begin. It wasn’t the job I’d dreamed of, but it was something—a step forward.

Sofia and I had exchanged numbers after the interview. The next morning, she texted asking to meet for a quick coffee before my first day officially began.

The shop hummed with morning energy.

We sat at a corner table, sipping caffeine and pretending we weren’t both nervous.

“Vanguard freaking Industries,” Sofia said, eyes wide. “It’s like jumping straight into the fire. And I love it.”

I smiled faintly. “It’s a good place to stay busy.”

She arched a brow. “You don’t sound thrilled.”

“It’s temporary,” I admitted. “I’m still waiting for my government placement.”

“Still,” she said, grinning. “Let’s own it while we’re here.”

The Vanguard offices were even more imposing on our first official day.

Sofia and I walked in together, the buzz of activity around us a stark reminder of the high-stakes environment we’d just stepped into.

“Good luck,” Sofia said as we parted ways, heading to our respective departments.

“You too,” I replied, trying to muster confidence.

I made my way to my desk, tucked into a sleek office space with a view of the city below.

My computer was already set up, and a thick stack of folders awaited me.

I barely had time to settle in before an email notification popped up on my screen.

The sender: Ethan Hayes.

My finger was shaking as I clicked on the message.

Subject: Priority Contracts

Message: Ms. Callahan, review the attached contracts for compliance with government regulations. Highlight any issues and prepare a summary by the end of the day. EH.

Short. Direct. Unforgiving.

I exhaled slowly, trying to steady my nerves as I opened the files.

The contracts were dense and detailed, but thankfully, they fell squarely into my area of expertise.

Still, the knowledge that these were his priority contracts made my pulse race.

By midmorning, I was buried in legal jargon, my fingers flying over the keyboard as I compiled notes.

I was so focused that I didn’t notice the sound of approaching footsteps until a shadow fell over my desk.

I looked up sharply, my heart skipping a beat as Ethan Hayes stood before me, his piercing blue eyes assessing me with the same unnerving intensity as before.

“Ms. Callahan,” he said, his tone as cold and measured as his email. “Do you have a moment?”

“Of course,” I said quickly, my voice betraying my nervousness.

He gestured for me to follow him, leading me to a nearby conference room.

As I stepped inside, I was acutely aware of his presence—his broad shoulders, his confident stride, the way his tailored suit seemed almost unfairly perfect.

He handed me a file, his fingers brushing mine briefly.

The contact sent a jolt through me, and I prayed he hadn’t noticed my reaction.

“These documents pertain to one of our most significant government contracts,” he explained, his tone clipped. “I want your recommendations by the end of the day.”

I nodded, clutching the file like a lifeline. “Understood.”

His gaze lingered on me for a moment longer, his expression unreadable.

Then he nodded curtly and turned to leave.

As soon as the door closed behind him, I let out a shaky breath, my pulse racing.

Get it together, Melissa, I scolded myself. He’s just your boss. A cold, demanding, ridiculously good-looking boss.

But no matter how much I tried to focus on the task at hand, the memory of his intense gaze and the brief brush of his fingers lingered, making it impossible to concentrate.

That evening, Sofia popped into my office, practically bouncing.

“Okay. I have to ask. Did you meet Ethan Hayes?”

I blinked. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’ve worked all day and haven’t seen him. Not once. My manager says he doesn’t do floor visits. Doesn’t talk to new hires. He’s like a ghost in a ten-thousand-dollar suit.”

I hesitated, heart stuttering. “He came to my desk,” I said.

Sofia’s eyes widened. “He what?”

“Assigned me a contract. In person.”

Her jaw dropped. “Girl, you have no idea what that means?”

Maybe I didn’t.