Arranged Marriage To The Infamous Billionaire Playboy

AIDEN

My dad's voice is laced with displeasure as he asks, "Did you meet Ms. Hermione already?" at breakfast.

I react instinctively, my spoon clattering against my plate.

At the mention of her name, my heart skips a beat, and a shiver ripples beneath my skin.

Despite having met her only yesterday, my attraction to her runs deep - it is almost otherworldly.

I had spent the entire night replaying my Freudian slip at the diner in my head. But I hadn't pegged Ms. Hermione as the type to run to her mom and tattle. Had she reported our unfortunate run-in last night?

"Yes," I answer, biting my lower lip.

"You had only one task, and you went about blabbering. If this deal falls through, I'm cutting you out of my inheritance," Dad hisses, scowling and waving a finger in warning.

I lower my gaze, murmuring, "I'm sorry."

"You'd better not mess up next time," Dad says, shifting in his chair.

His irritation is palpable; both Lachlan and Beatrice know better than to chip in with the comments burning to be voiced on their tongues. Otherwise, they'll attract Dad's criticism.

I excuse myself after finishing breakfast and drive to work. As I step into the elevator, my secretary, Mr. Neil, greets me with a vibrant smile.

"Good morning, VP Mendes," he says, walking alongside me.

"Good morning, Secretary Neil," I respond.

As the elevator ascends, I glance at Mr. Neil's profile, impressed that he shows no signs of exhaustion despite the heavy workload from the previous day. His ability to remain cheerful under pressure is astonishing. I struggle to multitask as efficiently as he does.

Just as I'm about to head to my office, Mr. Neil stops me. "Sir, you should head to the conference room. I just received a message from the president's office about an urgent executive meeting," he says, holding up his phone.

I raise an eyebrow, checking my own phone for notifications, but there are none. I frown, thinking it unprofessional that Lachlan didn't inform me about the meeting earlier, especially since we had breakfast together.

Upon entering the conference room, I see that it's already filled with top executives. I assume everyone was informed about the meeting beforehand. It seems Lachlan intentionally kept me in the dark until the last minute.

Lachlan sits at the head of the table, his position as president evident. As the acting vice president, I'm the last to arrive, and my chair is the only vacant one, situated to the left of the president. I take my seat, nodding briefly to greet everyone.

The marketing director, head of the strategic planning team, and other executives occupy their respective positions around the conference table. Soft murmurs fill the air as we wait for the president to begin.

Lachlan leans back in his chair, tapping a rhythmic pattern on the table. The murmurs subside, and all heads turn toward him.

When he has everyone's attention, Lachlan starts speaking, his finger tapping silently against the table. "Our market share has declined over the past quarter. We need a new strategy to regain our position."

Director Evans, head of the strategic planning team, speaks up. "I propose we focus on digital content creation. Our competitors are investing heavily in online platforms, and we can't afford to fall behind."

CEO Chris nods in agreement. "I've been researching new formats for online content. We could create a virtual reality experience for our fans."

Lachlan leans forward, his knuckles brushing against his jaw. "Virtual reality? Is that really worth the investment?" His expression reveals skepticism.

"Yes, sir," Director Evans affirms. "VR technology is advancing rapidly, and our fans will love the immersive experience."

"I agree with Director Evans," CEO Chris says. "We should explore new and innovative ways to engage our audience."

Lachlan ponders their suggestions before voicing his approval. "Alright. Let's allocate a budget for digital content creation and VR research. But we need to see results within the next six months."

"Of course, President Mendes," Director Evans assures him, smiling.

Lachlan turns to me, his expression expectant. "You've been quiet."

My brain registers the conversation, but my body isn't fully engaged. It takes a moment for me to realize Lachlan is addressing me. I snap out of my daze, focusing on him.

"Mmn," I respond, buying time to gather my thoughts. I adjust my sitting position, clenching my fist into a ball over the table.

Lachlan's gaze is keen on my face. "What input do you have to add to the matter at hand as Vice President?" he inquires.

I know he's trying to embarrass me, but I'm prepared. "I believe you've already reached a conclusion," I say, glancing at the others. "The ideas they've raised are worth trying."

Lachlan leans forward, his eyes narrowing. "I want to hear your own inputs. We should weigh our options, shouldn't we?"

I meet his gaze, my tone firm. "Let's not go back and forth, President Mendes," I say, emphasizing his title.

"There should be an alternative," he says. He tweaks a finger in my direction, insisting, "Your idea."

I clear my throat, thoughts racing in my head for an impromptu solution. Lachlan's eyes narrow, a hint of amusement in them.

"I'm waiting for your input, Aiden," he says. "Something that will blow my mind."

I take a deep breath. "I've been thinking," I begin. "What if we create a virtual world, a metaverse, where our fans can interact with our artists, attend virtual concerts, and even create their own content?"

The room falls silent, with all eyes fixed on me.

Lachlan raises an eyebrow. "A metaverse? That sounds like science fiction."

I nod slowly. "It's not as far-fetched as it sounds. We can utilize blockchain technology to create a decentralized platform, where users can create their own avatars, buy and sell virtual merchandise, and even attend exclusive events."

CEO Chris leans forward, his eyes sparkling with interest. "That's a game-changer. We could create a whole new revenue stream."

Director Evans nods in agreement. "And it would give us a competitive edge. No other entertainment company is doing anything like this."

Lachlan's expression turns thoughtful, his brows furrowing in silent assessment of my idea. "But it's a huge undertaking. We'd need to assemble a team of experts, invest in new technology... it's a big risk."

"I agree, it's a risk," I respond. "But I believe it's a risk worth taking. We could be at the forefront of a whole new industry. And think of the engagement we could generate. Fans would be able to interact with our artists in a whole new way."

The room falls silent once more as the executives ponder my proposal. They confer with one another, murmuring softly. Lachlan strokes his jaw, considering my idea. I nibble my lower lip in anticipation, awaiting his final verdict.

I had blurted out the first thing that came to mind. I've always been absent-minded in meetings, finding them tedious. During the prior conversation, my thoughts were preoccupied with a certain appealing female, Ms. Hermione Watson Pierce. My father's threat to withhold his inheritance wasn't necessary; I'm already drawn to her.

Lachlan's gruff voice brings me back to attention. "Alright, Aiden. Your idea seems great and worth considering. However, as I mentioned earlier, the risk is too big for a fanfare idea like yours. It's a great idea nonetheless." His nose flares, as if it pains him to admit this.

"We'll be working with Director Evans' idea instead," he continues. "VP Mendes, you'll work closely with the team until the project's completion."

I raise an objection. "I thought I was tasked with getting that exclusive author to sign with us."

I knew Lachlan had no intention of approving my ideas. He just wanted to catch me off guard and embarrass me. Fortunately, my quick thinking never fails me in challenging situations.

"You haven't gotten it done?" Lachlan asks, feigning ignorance about the challenges of securing an audience with the elusive Author X. I suspect he assigned me this project hoping I'd fail, just so he could berate me.

Author X's identity remains a mystery, but their broad fan base and readership make them an attractive collaborator for our company. However, their elusiveness makes it difficult to establish contact.

"The deadline isn't up yet," I reply.

Lachlan scowls, forced to retract his previous statement about partnering with Director Evans. "Step on it," he growls.

I shoot him a pointed look, pursing my lips. Since I've been working under his administration, I've been inundated with tasks, from significant ones to those whose purpose I struggle to comprehend. If not for my diligent secretary, I'd be miserable by now.

Finally, Lachlan dismisses the meeting. "Okay, that will be all for today."

I'm the first to stand up and walk out of the conference room, the sound of chairs scraping against the floor echoing behind me.

As I step out of the conference room, I can feel Lachlan's eyes on my back. A small smile curves on my mouth. It's another win for Aiden.