Chapter 3 The Billionaire's Virgin Bride III

Tyler

I can't help but vent my frustration by running my hands through my jet black hair. My body is telling me to get up and move around, but if I do that, I won't be able to get anything done today. I have discovered that every one of the documents that were typed by my temporary secretary contain errors after going over them. I have to get in touch with the company that was responsible for sending her here.

As my anger grows, I go through all of the documents, make the necessary changes, and then stack them on my desk. They need to be redone by a professional who has worked in this industry before. Sorry about that.

My phone is ringing really loudly on my desk right now. I make an effort to tune it out and pay attention only to my task. After the phone rings again, I look at the caller ID to see who is calling. After a little delay, I decide to react. I could need a break from my employment for this short period of time.

"Hello?" I say this as I set down my pen and flex the muscles in my hand a few times in an attempt to alleviate some of the cramping.

This is Tim, a good buddy of mine. "Hey Ty, how are you? "Are you working hard?" He asks humorously.

"Of course," is what she replies. "Isn't it a day of the week?" I am responding in a really serious manner.

Tim is my best friend, and amongst the two of us, he's always been the one with the more chill attitude. He makes light of the situation by joking, "You behave as if weekends are any different." "Haha." I respond with a mocking tone into the phone.

I am going to continue writing while I am talking, so I pick up my pen once more.

"So, what was it that made you decide to call me so early?" I respond by saying, "I honestly can't recall the last time I heard from you before midday."

"So, I thought it would be helpful if I informed you about this approaching auction. It is not far from the town." He provides more detail.

I stifle a sigh in my throat. "I'm not sure. I try to create an excuse for my behavior by explaining that "I've had a lot going on at work right now."

"Aw, come on, it's been a very long time since we last got together or went to one of them! In addition to that, considering that it is located in the city, the journey won't be very long." He says this to me in an effort to convince me of his point of view.

This time, I let out a heavy sigh. I'm well aware that it's been quite some time since the last time I had a sexual encounter. In addition, diverting my attention away from my task could prove to be useful.

"When I eventually gave in, I said, "OK, count me in. I want to know, "When will it be?" so I ask him.

"Great! Within the next 30 days. I'll get back to you later to verify everything over the phone. Believe me when I say that doing so will be to your advantage." According to him:

I just give them a smirk and put it down on my schedule as a meeting. To which he replies, "Perhaps so,"

He chuckles. "It will be," he predicts confidently. "I promise," he gives me his word of assurance. You have to take some time to unwind and refrain from concentrating so intently on your task."

I can only smile and shake my head. "Tim, farewell." Before I hang up, I say.

I put the phone down and go back to what I was doing.

There's a good reason why I don't go out much or get involved in relationships. I make a conscious effort not to dwell on it, but I just can't seem to help myself. It broke my heart to have to end things with the one and only lady I'd ever loved after all those years we'd been together. I made a solemn oath to myself that I would never again inflict such suffering on myself. So far, I've done a good job.

If we are being completely transparent, these auctions do play a huge role in this. I don't have to worry about the complicated emotional relationships that are typically associated with romantic partnerships; all I have to do is go out and pay for the services I need. To tell you the truth, I like it better like this. It is uncomplicated and practical.

The next time Tim attends an auction, I definitely want to go with him since the more I think about it, the more thrilled I get. It will be nice to let go and have some fun once more. Those are the kinds of women you will most frequently run into at parties like this. They just want to let their hair down and have a good time, or show the wild side of themselves. It's not the worst way to waste an evening by any stretch of the imagination. However, for the time being, I am going to make an effort to concentrate on my work.

Now that it's getting closer, I can't wait for the auction. I try to shove all of my complicated feelings regarding my history to the side.

After making the necessary adjustments, I send the documents over to a long-term employee who is a kind elderly lady, but I can't remember her name right now.

"Would it be possible for you to retype this for me?"

The temp from the agency is completely clueless about what she's supposed to be doing. I try to keep a low voice around her.

She turns around and checks the temperature behind me before saying, "Sounds about right."

We have a little giggle together before I leave her to tend to her business.

"By the time we break for lunch, I'll have them sitting on your desk." She demonstrates her trust in me.

It's a pleasure for me to collaborate with people who are knowledgeable. My business need to function smoothly, just like a well-oiled machine. I pay no attention to the temporary worker who makes an effort to grin at me as I pass by. I go inside my office and then shut the door behind me.

Relationships in the workplace frustrate me because they are so complicated. On top of that, I'm certain there will be a large number of other women at the auction that are similar to her. Although she is young and stunning, she is not useful for very more other than a few rounds.

I contact the number for the temp agency as quickly as I can and have a hushed conversation with them about returning this one.

"Do you have an issue, sir?" The woman who answers the phone asks questions.

I reassure her in a nice manner, "Oh no, it's just that I've decided to promote from inside and will no longer require her aid. It's just that I've decided to promote from within."

"Okay, sir, we'll notify her. We would appreciate it if you could get back in touch with us if you have any positions that are still open." She gives an answer.

I reassure her that I will and hang up the phone as quickly as I can. Oh, thank God, that's behind us now. I make a note in my head to ask the lady whose help I requested what her name is so that I can remember it. I also want to negotiate a better position for her at this time, possibly one in which she will be responsible for secretarial duties. It will save me money because I won't require the services of any other employees. A pay increase is also within my means to bestow upon her. As I am making a note of everything, I look up and see the temp talking on her cell phone.

I can't help but sigh in exasperation. I'm relieved that today is the last day of her employment. She gives the window in my office an angry glare before storming out of the building. It's likely that they just gave her a call and informed her. I am content, and so I go back to writing. This proposition needs to have a more serious and business like tone.