It didn’t take long for me to realize the pattern. Even a one-night stand with Julian could secure someone a seven-figure goodbye gift.
Julian Grey, the billionaire tycoon, was an enigma. To his employees, he was an unrelenting capitalist who demanded everything. To his ex-girlfriends, he was a charming philanthropist who handed them fortunes for their time.
The real question was: who wouldn’t want to be Julian’s woman?
I wasn’t immune to the temptation. I, Olivia Hayes, his hardworking assistant, had dreamed of being one of those lucky women. But unlike Lena Albright, a coworker who openly pined for Julian’s love, I didn’t want romance. What I wanted was his money.
I didn’t think of myself as greedy. I didn’t need mansions or yachts—just enough to buy my dream villa at the base of Peretti Hill. Was that so much to ask?
I wasn’t a gold digger, not really. I simply thought of it as fair compensation for all the sleepless nights, the constant demands, and the emotional stress Julian’s life placed on me. Not to mention the personal injuries. His girlfriends had spilled hot coffee on me, insulted me, and treated me like their personal servant.