BILLIONAIRE SCIENTIST & HIS SECRETARY

CHAPTER 2

PART 1

FINALLY! I'm starting on Chapter 2. This part is a bit short, but can't be helped. Have an assignment due on Monday.

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HIGH SOCIETY: GOSSIP COLUMN

Dear Readers,

Bidding you a lovely good morning! Much speculation has swirled around Numair's new secretary. Perhaps it is our nation's over-indulgence in Mills & Boons novels, our deep dark secret of having a really hot, rich boss and having him fall head over heels for you. Let me tell you some interesting statistics on the fast and furious applications that flooded in for this coveted position.

Number of boxes of applications: 47

Proportion of single females that applied: 87

Proportion of blondes that applied: 96

Proportion of NATURAL blondes that applied: 35

Quantity of explicit photographs of applicants: enough to compile 24 playboy magazines

Of course, in order to help you readers keep abreast of social news and indulge in a spot of curiousity, I had a sneak peek at Numair's new secretary yesterday. Let me tell you girls...

Heave a sigh of relief.

I think it's quite safe to say that Numair's bachelor status is quite protected. When I saw her, I got quite a start.

XXX Lady Dove

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Daine blinked, "I can't believe that I warrant a mention in Lady Dove's column!" She and Miri were sitting on the bus on their way to work when the latter had triumphantly whipped up the latest issue of High Society.

"This is truly a momentous day!" Miri said cheerfully. "I actually know someone who featured in Lady Dove's gossip column! Girl! We are really rising up in the social ranks!"

Daine rolled her eyes, "It's not in a very complimentary way you know, I think she was implying something about my looks." She shivered, "But it's so creepy! Lady Dove coming in to have a look at me! Someone was stalking me without me knowing!"

"You're over-reacting," Miri said, gently whacking Daine with the magazine. "But did you get a chance to see Lady Dove? She's very secretive about herself and the tabloids have been going crazy for your years trying to find out who she is."

Daine cleared her throat and tried to change the topic, "Anyway, last night I went over to Alicia's Draper house to give her tuition. She's an interesting girl, not as snobby as I thought. You should meet her Miri, I think she's like a little matchmaker! Turns out her favourite Uncle Arram popped over and gave her what has to be some really expensive science equipment for her. But he left before I came, turned out that I missed him by a hair. She was horribly appalled to find out that I was not married or attached at my age and insisted that she gave me a helping hand."

Miri waggled her eyebrows and laughed, "A girl after my own heart! But seriously Daine! You can't expect your Mr. Right to just fall into your lap. Go out and do your thing! Next time you go to her house, I'm helping you pick out your clothes. God gave you a decent figure, you should make the best of it. You should do something with your hair, get some contacts!"

Daine looked out of the window, "I am who I am, and Mr Right should like me for who I am, and not simply because I look pretty. Look at it this way, twenty years down the road, we'll all have cellulite, saggy chest, wobbly fats... Oh! Here's my stop. See you tonight!"

Daine hurriedly rushed off the bus, determined not to be late for second day of work. As she strode towards the lobby, she thought, 'Oh please god, let Numair be in a good mood today and forget about yesterday's debacle!' As the crowd thinned out, she did not realise that the woman in front of her had stopped walking and was talking to another man. Daine collided into the woman who gasped as the cup of coffee she held swoshed over her, the man and the floor.

The woman spun on her heel and glared at Daine. If looks could kill, Daine would be bleeding from the chest, stabbed by 20 daggers. Daine internally winced when she noticed that the woman's pristine white dress was stained with coffee. 'Oh crap,' Daine thought. 'Looks like silk! The stain won't probably wash off and I don't even think I can afford to buy her another dress like that!'

"Selda?" the man asked, in what looked like a Hugo Boss suit.

Selda spun around, her eyes shining, her vividly painted mouth open in gentle surprise. "I'm so sorry Farant! It's all my fault. If I had capped the DD coffee cup, my coffee would not have spilt over you!"

"Now now Selda," Farant said, frowning, taking out a handkerchief and handing it to her. "It is obviously not your fault." He looked disapprovingly at Daine. "You should watch where you are going, this is a brand new suit!"

"I am sorry, I didn't realise-" Daine started to say apologetically.

"Sorry? Words mean nothing. If sorry was enough, we wouldn't need police to catch criminals. You should pay Farant's dry cleaning bill. IF this stain can ever come out in the first place!" Selda scolded, dabbing ineffectually at the stain on her dress.

Daine gulped. She was already in debt to Miri and could hardly afford to buy such expensive new clothing!

"Well, well," a friendly voice said. "What do we have here? Trying to bully the new staff, eh?" The three of them turned to look at a devastatingly handsome man with blue cobalt eyes.

"No," Farant forced a laugh. "This girl spilt coffee on us."

Jonathan grinned, "Accidents do happen, besides, you should be more careful when you're holding hot coffee in the middle of the crowd. Especially when you're wearing a white dress. Surely… both of you are not petty enough to hold it against her when you were standing in the middle of no where during rush hour."

Backed into a corner, Selda was forced to give a flirty laugh and concede, "Of course not, we were just telling her to be more careful. If I was holding hot coffee, people could have been hurt."

"That's nice of you," Jonathan praised. He turned and called out to Daine, "Come along Veralidaine, wouldn't want Numair to be late this morning eh?" Daine blinked, but quickly scurried after him.

Unknownst to her, two pairs of eyes narrowed. Not liking one bit that they had appeared bad in front of their bosses.

Selda clenched her fist and thought menacingly, 'Veralidaine... you better watch out! I'm going to find out who you are working for and make your life a living hell..."

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Actually, I originally wanted to write out what happened the moment Daine woke Numair up in Chapter 1. However, I didn't know if people were able to get the subtle hint of what Numair was doing when he was implying to people that he got his scratches from, er hum, some exploit. So I decided to throw in Miri's commentary. I'm being a bit more subtle about Numair in this fic. His ambiguous actions can be interpreted favourably and negatively. Up to readers to interpret as they wish as to why Numair acted the way he did...