A Billionaire's Masquerade Short Stories

Vivienne Marche sat back in her office chair and rolled her shoulders. It had been a long week, and her body ached from being hunched over proofs and articles. She glanced at the clock on her desk. Four p.m. on a Friday afternoon. She stood, stretching her long, slender body and wandered into the quiet central office. Her p.a., Felicity, looked up and smiled.