He accused her of seduction and was mean towards her after a one night stand. In retaliation, Mercedes threw a $1 note at him as payment for his service and a measure of his performance, which she graded to be below average. Meanwhile, her body ached terribly and her walls felt sore. 

Two days later, she walked to her new office and was sent to the board room to begin her job as a personal assistant to the President. Her heart stopped when she realized that the man she ridiculed was Nathan Legend. The multi-billionaire devil everyone whispered about. Graciously, he pretended to not know her to her great relief. 

Yet, when she entered his office, he locked the door. His face carried no emotions, his eyes piercing, his voice chilled like ice. 

"You shall spend the rest of your life, paying for the insult you threw in my face, till I tear that $1 note off the wall." She shivered to his word and as if to read her mind, he seethed, "don't even think about resigning because, I would make sure, that no company employs you and if you run, I will find you."

Mr. President's Wild Obsession

　　Angie's tone carried a conviction that made Mercedes worried. She was cutting vegetables with her mind afar when a sharp pain cruised through her forefinger. "Ouch," she cried, blood oozing from the finger she cut through, as she ran it under warm running water.


　　"Sorry, sorry, where do you keep your first aid," Angie asked, panic-stricken.


　　"In my bedroom, Opposite Griff's," she said with painful pants, while the warm water washed the blood. Angie hurriedly brought the first aid box and began treating her wound. "Sorry it will hurt a little," she warned Mercedes.


　　"What difference does it make?" Mercedes asked sadly. After all, she was already in pain. Angie worked like a feather, so she could help lessen the pain.


　　"There, all wrapped. I will take care of the veggies. You can grill the chicken if you are up to it," She picked up the first aid box.


Chapter 21 You call me Nat, are we clear?