Chapter 7 Richest Man In The World

• She was kidnapped, just like that. The men plus the extra pair of hands that came from the car snatched her up as if she was a doll. A dark bag was placed over her head, obstructing her view.
• Marilyn was so taken aback that her heart began beating harder and harder by the minute. But she regained her senses and began to kick and punch, struggling wildly.
• Soon, she felt someone roughly tied her hands and feet up, incapitating her actions. She tried to scream but a man warned her sternly. "Scream and you will die. No one will hear you anyway,"
• "So keep quiet until we reach there," the driver said. He didn't sound so wicked as if he was a hired killer.
• What has she done to meet such bad fortune? More than that, who has she offended that they want to kidnap and silence her? Marilyn was scared shit.
• She heard the engine roared to life as it drove off to God's know where.
• She didn't know how many minutes has passed but it seemed like an eternity until the bag over her head was pulled off roughly. She coughed violently, feeling the fresh air hit her lungs as she gasped hungrily for oxygen. She never knew that oxygen tasted so good until she was starved.
• She surveyed her surroundings and noticed that she was presented before a majestic mansion. On her right was a beautiful waterfall in a shape of an angel sprouting water. The mansion was insolated from the main city, with green lush trees and shrubs around it. The mansion had guards holding guns patrolling around. When they saw her, they just squinted at her in disdain because of the shabby clothes she was wearing. Then they ignored her, going about their business.
• Marilyn wondered what big shot lived here. Or rather, what big shot has she offended that they ordered for her to be sent to their doorsteps. Marilyn was scared shit, anxious about her fate.
• They untied her and helped her out of the car.
• "You may enter, miss Jones," the man who caught her said formally. He was giving her respect, Marilyn realized that. Why? What is going on? She had so many questions in her head but from the looks of it, it seems like no one will answer it. Maybe her answer will be inside the grand mansion. She was even more surprised when he addressed her by her name.
• "Please enter, miss," the man continued when he saw that she wasn't moving a muscle. Marilyn turned from them and made her way into the mansion's large hall. She looked up in awe and amazement at the beautiful chandelier and decorations. The mansion have many hallways, she knew she would definitely get lost in the endless hallways.
• The man lead her upstairs in a luxurious lift, and to what looked like an office. He knocked on the door and a man's voice said fro behind, "come in,"
• The man, Samuel who kidnapped her, opened the door and lead her in. Marilyn took a wary step into the room. She was greeted by the scent of papers and files, and also a very familiar cologne. She couldn't remember where she smelt that scent before. But it was a nice scent and it made her feel calm and more relaxed than before.
• "Sir, I'll leave you to it," Samuel said and he leaved, closing the door before he left. Marilyn suddenly felt like she has walked into a territory of crocodiles waiting to eat her.
• She stared at the owner of the mansion, a man sitting on a luxurious executive chair with his back facing her. Suddenly he turned the chair around to face her which caused Marilyn's heart to slam against her chest so hard that she feared that she might have a heart attack.
• She was met with a familiar face, no, wait, she recognized that face. He was the man who was drunk in Angie's bar, the one who kissed her and gripped her pussy.
• He stood up, adjusting his suit and approached her. She instinctively took a step back, afraid of the consequences. Who knows what he might do to her. That night he was the one who started it so he shouldn't blame her. But as far as she knows, rich people have a problem of pushing their blame onto others, especially weaker or poorer people.
• "W-what do you want?" She stuttered as she keeps moving backwards while he keeps advancing towards her.
• "Marilyn Jones?" He raised an eyebrow, observing her from head to toe.
• "Y-yes?" She knew she must have looked like a beggar in his eyes compared to luxurious suit he wore.
• "Nice to meet you, again. I hope you still have some collection of our time last night," he said in a low resonant tone.
• Marilyn was really scared thinking she messed up.
• "I-I, I'm sorry. But it was you who started it," she began to say when she suddenly yelped as her shoes hit a chair from behind, thus making her fall backwards into the chair in a sitting position.
• The man was quick to cover the distance between them in two strides, now hovering over her. She tried to get up but he pushed her down back into the chair as he leaned in sexily. The memories of last night begun to float back to her mind, reminding her of that fateful incident.
• She gripped the armrests tightly bracing herself for the worst, she's just enter the lion's den. His cologne hit nostrils as he whispered huskily in her ears.
• "I want you to work for me," he said.
• "What?" She blinked, confusion in her brown eyes.
• "I'm the richest man in the world, Evans Andrew Marshall, CEO and shareholder of The Marshall Group, the largest technology company in the world, and I want you Marilyn Jones to be my personal assistant," he declared.
• Marilyn was still recovering from shock. Did he say that he was the richest billionaire out of all the other billionaires in this world? Oh my god!