A Wife for the Billionaire

It felt stupid just standing there in front of the Blake Mansion.

I didn’t dare look around at the street, anyone could recognize me even with my dark shades. I couldn’t take that risk, so I lasered my gaze on the oak doors Lanke had knocked on, twenty seconds ago.

Twenty seconds that felt like twenty minutes. "What was taking them this long?" I thought, my legs bouncing slightly in uneasiness.

I hated being made to wait and worse, by the door under the influence of so many eyes. I could feel it, like needles pricking at my back, the eyes of passers-by.

"Knock again" I gritted to Lanke. As he turned to look at me, I added, "louder"

He obeyed. Jamming the brass knocker hard over and over again. He must be just as comfortable as I was standing outside. At least, it reflected in the way he knocked.

Ten seconds later, a stout man a few years older than Lanke, appeared from the slightly opened door. He was dressed as a butler, with a simple cut dark suit.

"Burn me!" The man exclaimed, as realization dawned. He knew who I was. Which wasn’t a surprise, I was famous.

"Um... what... How come? " He stuttered, still reeling from the shock of me in front of him.

Then as if the last few minutes didn’t happen, he said, his expression cooled to neutrality and stoicism, typical of people in his position.