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Chapter 8: Meeting

After Two years of winning the Lottery

Since the time we won the Lottery, we traveled the world two to four times each year with my family.

It was winter, and we decided to spend it in Hokkaido. That was also the first time that I met Zhane. Not long after, I got acquainted with Luke Jansen.

I was browsing the net for people who could teach me about fashion and etiquette when a web call from Zhane popped on my screen. But instead of the youth, a senior man in his sixties appeared on the screen.

"I'm officially inviting you to my office, Tower One in New York tomorrow at two in the afternoon. You'll receive an e-mail after our conversation with your tickets and accommodations and further instructions."

Luke Jansen's voice was calm, yet full of authority with no room for refusal. After he said those lines, he logged off, leaving me staring blankly on my computer screen, not knowing what happened.

Not long after, Zhane appeared on the screen, kowtowing and apologizing non-stop. He explained that his father threatened and blackmailed him in telling the truth about me. He reassured me that no one knew except his dad and Luke Jansen.

". . ."

". . ."

". . . You'll serve me for free for two years as compensation," I hissed, holding my anger that was rising like a volcano that was about to explode.

"Yes! Yes! Anything you want!"

Knowing the look I gave him, Zhane apologized and logged off before I had the chance to demand more compensation.

I sighed and searched for my parents to discuss these matters with them.

As expected, my mother had a confused expression while my father was calm as the ocean, though his eyes held worry and pride.

"You can't go. What if you get lost in New York? If you want to go, then I'll go with you," my mother said while fidgeting. Her face portrayed worry, yet her eyes hid excitement.

She probably wanted to go to New York.

My father captured my eyes. "You can go, but you have to call us every thirty minutes to let us know that you're alright. Also, turn on your GPS, so we'll know where you are."

"Dear!"

My mother's protest echoed in the room.

"She's already twelve years old." My father cut my mother short and briefly shot her a stern, unbending gaze. "Sooner or later, she has to live on her own."

". . ."

Teary-eyes, my mother looked down at her hands on her lap with furrowed brows.

"Thanks, dad." I shot an appreciative gaze over my father before I slid a glance at my mother. "Mom, don't worry. I'll call every thirty minutes, and I'll buy lots of presents to bring back home."

My mother was still hesitant as she let out a weak smile.

----

Coming face to face with Luke Jansen reminded me of my first interview with my boss. Only I was one hundred times more nervous.

Who wouldn't be?

Starring at me is the head monarch of the Jansen Family, overseeing the Jansen Investments and Real Estate Empire. One of the wealthiest and influential man in the globe, highly respected and feared at the same time.

"I learned you have a series of successful investments in the last two years. Looking at you now, I wouldn't believe you're just twelve years old." Luke Jansen's sharp eyes never left mine for even a second. Afraid if he did, he would miss something.

Of course you wouldn't! Who would believe a twelve-year-old girl is already a self-made multi-millionaire? I wouldn't believe it either!


Chapter 9: Agreement

"Twenty million dollars annually for four years, come work for Jansen Corp." Without beating around the bush, Luke Jansen gave out a contract.

I stared at it, face mirroring my blank mind.

Twenty million was not even close to what I earned annually.

What is he getting at?

I bravely met his gaze. "Mr. Jansen, I'm a lazy person and don't like stressful things. Even if you triple or quadruple the amount, I won't sell myself . . ."

Luke Jansen leaned back, and rested his hands on the armrest of his leather chair, face expressionless.

". . . But," I continued, "since you value me highly, allow me to propose an alternative."

I gave out a contract prepared by Michael on the way and printed it at the nearest internet café before coming to his office.

Luke Jansen looked at me for a moment, his expression amused as he reached for the piece of paper.

After a short silence, laughter bounced along the room.

Luke Jansen's secretary, Fredrick Lang's face contorted in shock as he watched his cold, indifferent boss laughed so carefree. He then peered at me at the corner of his eyes.

I paid him no mind and said, "I, Leanna Lee, will offer you my opinions and accept to be your consultant for a minimum fee for two years. In turn, you, Mr. Jansen, will offer your knowledge and life's advice for free until I no longer need your services." I smiled, not backing down from his intimidating stare.

"Miss Lee, this offer is one-sided."

"Mr. Jansen, my opinions, and consultations will give you massive profits. What's a measly minimum fee while all you have to do is advise me about life? I won't be gaining any profit from it," I countered.

"You'll gain my wisdom, which is more valuable than money," he recoiled with a grin on his face.

You have to praise this old man. He had a way with words. No less from the great Luke Jansen.

"My offer as it is. Either you accept, or will part ways here, Mr. Jansen." I stared into his amused eyes and glanced at the door, ready to storm out at any moment.

But much to my surprise, he brought out a pen and signed his name on the contract papers.

"My first life's advice to you is to hire a personal stylist and invest in a fashion designer who will tailor your dresses for you." He smirked and handed the contract back to me.

Still stunned by what happened, I stared at his face with a blank expression.

"Remember, the way you dress; the way you'll be treated. You have a pretty face, but you don't know how to match it with clothes. You dress like an employee. You're an investor and a multi-millionaire. It's time you dress like one."

I didn't know how I got out of Luke Jansen's office. Before my mind could process what happened, I was transported in a room at one of Luke Jansen's five-star hotel.

I was in a classic with a touch of modern, elegant one-bedroom unit complete with kitchen, dining, and living area with no room for complaints. A place reserved for VVIPs, no doubt about it.

Got to hand it to that old man, his words and actions are flawless.


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