III - WANTED: Perfect Boyfriend

"The reunion is getting near, honey. Do you have someone to go with you?" My mom asked me as we eat our breakfast.

"I don't know, mom. I'm thinking of not going anymore," I answered as I eat the food left on my plate.

"You did accept the invitation, didn't you? Why don't you just ask your cousin, Nicolas, to go with you?"

"You're right. But my batchmates would surely make fun of me because I told them that I'll bring my boyfriend," I said with a hint of regret on my voice. I shouldn't have told them that.

My mom didn't say anything about that and just continued eating. Thinking about the reunion makes me stressed. I can't remember why did I even accept the invitation.

As I place my Hermès Birkin bag on top of my office table, I immediately called Noah through the intercom.

"What do you need, ma'am?" He asked the moment he stepped inside my office.

"Find me a boyfriend, as soon as possible," I said that made him raise his brows.

"A what? Boyfriend? Did I misheard what you said?" He asked, a bit hesitant when he said the word 'boyfriend'.

"I said, find me a boyfriend. I need a perfect boyfriend!"

"Don't you have one?" He asked confused.

"Will I ask you to find me one if I have?" I asked.

"But how would I find you a perfect boyfriend?" He asked, looking so confused.

"I don't know! Try hiring someone. Hire the perfect boyfriend for me." I answered. If I knew a month before that I would end up hiring someone to be my boyfriend, I should've asked Noah to find me one two months ago.

"But what do you mean perfect? Good looking, rich, or what? And why do you need one?"

"I am going to attend our reunion so find me the best man. Intelligent, have knowledge in business, rich and yeah, good looking." I answered. I just hope he would find someone that fits my description.

"Miss, no rich man would agree to be your boyfriend in exchange for money."

"Fine! It's up to you how will you find someone. Just remember, get me the perfect one."

I am Braelle Caroline Bellame, CEO of Caroline Co. I graduated high school with the highest honor and graduated college at the Columbia Business School with the Beta Gamma Sigma Alumni Award. I had a 4.0 GPA when I took my MBA. And yet, the damn batch reunion of us makes me hire someone to be my boyfriend. Never in my entire life did I imagine nor thought that I would be hiring someone to be my boyfriend.

"You seem bothered, honey. What's wrong?" My dad asked. I am in his office. It's lunchtime and it became our hobby to eat together. Sometimes my mom would go here and join us.

"The reunion makes me so stressed, dad."

"Just ask Noah to do the thing for you. He said you two met before I hire him as your secretary. If he's your friend then you can be more comfortable with him."

I can't still stop thinking about the reunion. What if Noah won't find someone who will take the role of my boyfriend? I'll have no face to show my batchmates if I will show up on the event without my so-called boyfriend.

"Ma'am, I found some men who are willing to take the role as your boyfriend. All you need to do is look and browse their files and choose the one you think is the best," Noah said as he handed me a pile of folders.

"Where did you find these? Are you sure these are good enough?" I asked as I put the four folders on my table.

"David Delavin.

"They were recommended by my friends and yes, they are all good enough."

I started reading their files and Noah just waited for me to finish.

"Evan Ireland? He's 42 and too old for me. No," I said as I separate Evan's file from the other.

"Arthur Abreo? He's 62, Noah. What the hell? Are setting me up with a D.O.M? He is known to have a girlfriend that is three times younger than him!" I hissed.

"David Delavin? He's 32, just fine. But he is my cousin's friend and he's gay. So, no."

"Matthew Winthrop? Haven't you heard the news about him? He corrupted the money of the investors of his brother's company."

I dropped the last folder on my table as I lean on my chair. I won't really find someone. My batchmates will make fun of me. What should I do?

"What now?" I asked him.

"I don't know. Attend the party all by yourself. Or you can just not go," he said as he shrugs his shoulders.

"Wait, why don't you take the role?" I asked. He is my last resort now. And my dad even thinks that we're friends so that is fine.

"What? Why me? I am your secretary!" He said as his eyes grew bigger at the thought.

"I can't believe that I am saying this but you're good looking. Aside from that, you know about the business. About our business. You also have good credentials, meaning that you are intelligent."

"No," he said sternly.

"I'll pay you 25, 000 pesos. That's almost 510 dollars!" I said.

"It's still a no."

"30, 000 pesos! That's 611 dollars already!"

"1,100 dollars," he said.

"What? That's almost 55, 000 pesos!" I hissed. Too expensive.

"1,100 dollars or you will go to the party alone?"

"900 dollars," I bargained.

"Fine!" He said and after that, I don't know what has gotten into me. I hugged him tightly.

"Thank you!" I said happily.

"You'll still pay me 950 dollars."