Leonard Walton is my enemy.
Yes, the mogul that owns half of the biggest tech companies. The same person who appears on the cover of the most renowned business magazines as the wealthiest man walking on this earth. That Leonard Walton. Why do I have such a strong opinion about him? It started at my sister's wedding when he was an absolute prick towards me. And he is also what I despise the most in the world: a billionaire who uses his money to live in luxury while half of the planet is starving to death. So, you are probably wondering why I'm working in his office right now.
Well, he is my boss. Sort of.
He needed my expertise to solve a problem, so he made an offer I couldn't refuse-such a cliché. I admit I gloated a bit when he crawled to me for help. I mean, his IQ is one of the highest ever registered, so I was surprised when he asked me to solve something he couldn't figure out. So, here I am, at four in the morning, trying to divert my gaze from the tempting perfect pecs peeking out from his disheveled shirt while he stares hard at his computer. Did I mention that he is sexy as a sin? He is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen, and I'm a woman trying to convince her lady parts that there won't be any action with him, no matter how hard they are trying to convince me that straddling his lap is a good idea.
The mogul: Leonard
, is an age-gap, workplace, billionaire romance featuring an unattainable tycoon, a quirky hacker, and a mystery nobody can solve.