Chapter 2The Billionaire's Sleep Consultant

When I pushed the door open, I let out a soft burp.

The beautiful assistant leading the way shot me a glare, then bowed slightly to the person inside:

"Madam, the candidate you requested is here."

The grand hall was opulent, with massive Impressionist oil paintings hanging on the walls.

Sitting in the center of a plush sofa was a highly elegant, graceful woman.

Her snow-white skin, maintained with mountains of money, made it impossible to guess her real age.

She flipped through my written assessment, looking increasingly satisfied.

"Are these your honest thoughts?" she looked up, scrutinizing me.

At the time I filled it out, I just wanted to leave, so I answered randomly and had completely forgotten what I wrote.

I just nodded.

"You're hired."

Me: ?

"People who love money are easy to communicate with. You're exactly who I'm looking for."

Mrs. Vance made the decision on the spot.

I became the only person hired that day.

Simply because my love for money was brutally honest, and I was the least ambitious-looking person in the entire building.