Dollar Signs: Do You Only See My Money?

"Let's break up."Did he really just say that? It's hard to believe that he could actually be that much of a jerk. Then again, maybe it's not that surprising. This always happens.Just when I begin to think he's different. Just when I begin to trust.He proves me wrong.What I don't understand is why it always has to be in a public place. If you're going to dump a person you should at least have the decency to do it privately. But no. They always seem to pick the best restaurant in the most affluent part of the city, the most expensive dish and the priciest wine. And only when they've finished their desert, do they tell me that it's over. That they're done. That we're through.Which would be fine, if it wasn't for the fact they always leave me with the bill. Every time. It's like they're trying to get their money's worth or something."Okay. Let's do that," I say with a surprising amount of tenacity. I have no intentions of letting him know that I'm hurt; my shoulders tense, my breath

"A bet? Are you serious?""Perfectly.""Go on then. What is it?"My grandma isn't one to make bets. She says there's no fun to be had when the odds always fall in your favour."Give it all up," she says completely losing me.Bewildered, I ask, "give up what?""The money. All of it.""Why?""If it's not there, you won't be second guessing yourself, paranoid that everyone is out for what they can get.""You're joking? Surely.""No. Not at all. What better way to vet someone than to actually experience how they will treat you without the wealth and the connections that come with it.""But…"It's not like I haven't considered it before but I always thought it was just a pipe dream. One where I go away somewhere, someplace where no one knows anything about me. But it's not real. You can't just pretend to be something you're not.I can't go around pretending to be poor when I have billions sitting in the bank.I think Grandma might have lost her marbles. She can't possible be serious but she

Noah's POV:"What do you mean I have a new assistant?" I almost shout down the phone at the head of HR. He has got to be joking. There is no way he's serious.My last assistant didn't even last a week?That has to be some sort of record."What happened to Becky?" I ask when he doesn't answer."Er… She wanted something a little less…" His voice drifts off before he blurts out, "she said you were a slave driver.""A slave driver?" I ask, chuckling slightly as I lean back in my chair."Well… What she actually said was that you were and I quote 'a f*cking slave driver with a stick up your arse."Now I really am laughing. And here I was thinking I was going easy on her since it was her first week."Right, so tell me about her replacement.""Eden Winters," he says in a voice that suggests her name is all I need to know. "She's just filling in some paperwork and then she'll be heading up to your floor.""Great," I say irritably.This is the last thing I need. I really don't have the time to l

Coming to sit behind my desk, I'm shaking with rage. If he hadn't stormed off so quickly I would have told him exactly what I think of his probationary period and where he can stuff it.What does he know about the Clancy family legacy?It's not as great as it's cracked up to be, knowing that everything has already been decided for you. It doesn't matter what I dreamed about as a little girl because those dreams can't come true. I'll rot away managing my grandma's company.I probably sound ungrateful.I promise I'm not. I love my grandma; she's the only family I have. Of course, I love her. And if she really wants me to run Clancy's Comforts in the future then I'll do it. This company might have been her dream, but it's not mine.Perhaps I'd feel differently if my dad was still here.Climbing to my feet, I make my way down the hall. I should just stay at my desk like a good little assistant. I'm not supposed to know my way around and yet I'm walking with purpose, completely unaffected b

Eden's POV:It takes everything I have to last out the rest of the day and when that ignorant pig tells me I can go, I can't escape quick enough. Personally, I think I did a great job of being civil but there was definitely a strained atmosphere between us.I take the tube back to my grandma's house to pick up the key to my new apartment and the entire way there I flit between wanting to give her my resignation letter and wanting to prove Noah Grisham wrong about me.I'm not really sure where it went wrong or what I did to offend him. I'd been so busy worrying about hiding my identity that I'd barely considered anything else when answering his questions.Walking the short distance from the station to my grandmother's house, I try to understand his perspective. He clearly thought I was looking down on Clancy's Comforts but that hadn't been my intention. Except, he'd been standoffish before we even got to that part of our conversation. He'd been passive aggressive to say the least from t