The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband – Episode 30
Natalie arrived at B.M. Enterprises twenty minutes early on Monday, carrying a new notebook and the determination to justify every line of her offer letter. The lobby no longer felt like the site of Serena’s victory. Sunlight flashed across the company logo, and employees crossed the marble floor with practiced urgency. Natalie joined them as someone who belonged, even if she still did not understand who had opened the door.
Human resources completed her paperwork and escorted her to the sales floor. Before the elevator opened, the representative mentioned that executive review had accelerated the offer. Natalie asked again whose review, but received the same polished answer about confidential procedures.
Serena was waiting beside Natalie’s desk. Her smile looked professional from a distance and furious up close. “I don’t know what you did to get this job, but influence won’t help you keep it.”
Natalie placed her bag beneath the desk. “I submitted my résumé, attended the interview, and accepted an official offer. If you have concerns, discuss them with human resources.” She refused to apologize for a decision the company itself had made.
Across the floor, Serena’s fiancé Kyle avoided Natalie’s eyes. That morning, Serena had demanded to know why he hired the candidate she rejected. Kyle, who did not control recruitment, traced the approval and discovered it came directly from the CEO’s office. Neither of them knew why Daniel Walter’s staff had selected Natalie, and uncertainty made Serena crueler.
“We have a strict performance policy,” Serena said loudly enough for nearby employees to hear. “Any new salesperson who fails to close a client during the first month is dismissed. No exceptions, no matter who recommended her.”
“Then I’ll close a client.” Natalie sat and opened her notebook. She had survived debt collectors, family contempt, and a wedding to a stranger. A measurable target felt almost merciful.
Serena dropped a thick stack of dormant-account reports onto the desk. The leads were outdated, incomplete, and rejected by other representatives months earlier. “I want these reviewed by tomorrow morning. Start calling.”
The workload was designed to consume days, but Natalie did not give Serena the satisfaction of protest. She organized the accounts by industry, corrected contact information, and began with the clients whose circumstances had changed since the last approach. Most calls ended within seconds. Several numbers were disconnected, and one executive laughed before hanging up.
By lunch, rejection had worn her voice thin. She drank water, studied B.M.’s product materials, and rewrote her opening pitch. Sebastian had told her to make the company judge her work honestly. She would give Serena no legitimate reason to remove her.
Kyle stopped beside the desk when Serena left for a meeting. He greeted Natalie with the familiarity of an old friend and warned that B.M.’s sales division destroyed people who entered without protection. “I have influence here,” he said. “Let me help you survive.”
Natalie remembered how he remained silent during Serena’s humiliating interview. “I appreciate the offer, but I need to know I can do the job myself.”
His attention lingered in a way that made the offer feel personal rather than generous. Kyle mentioned the company’s annual event on Friday, where senior executives and major clients would gather. If Natalie attended with him, introductions could solve her sales problem immediately.
“Does Serena know you’re inviting me?” Natalie asked. Kyle’s confidence flickered. She understood then that he wanted gratitude without accepting any risk. “Thank you, but I already have a husband. I’ll earn my own invitation.”
Serena returned in time to see Kyle retreat. Jealousy sharpened her expression. She assigned Natalie another list and announced that preliminary client reports were due by the end of the day instead of tomorrow. The moving deadline exposed the sabotage to everyone nearby, but no one challenged a manager who controlled their evaluations.
Natalie continued calling. Late in the afternoon, a receptionist transferred her to the owner of a regional distribution firm. Unlike the others, he listened through her full introduction and asked precise questions about B.M.’s services. Natalie answered from the research she had completed during lunch, gradually turning suspicion into interest.
The owner agreed to meet the next morning. Natalie thanked him and ended the call before allowing herself to smile. One meeting was not a sale, but it was the first door she had opened through preparation rather than family sacrifice.
In the executive suite, Daniel received notice that Nick Volkov had completed Sebastian’s requested introduction. He reviewed the client’s legitimate needs and found that Natalie’s proposed service package genuinely suited the company. Sebastian’s interference had created access, but her work had secured the appointment.
Serena read the meeting confirmation over Natalie’s shoulder. Surprise gave way to calculation when she recognized the client as an account her strongest employees had failed to reach. “This lead belongs to the department,” she said. “I’ll assign a senior representative to handle it.”
Natalie stood and took back the printed confirmation before Serena could remove it. “He agreed to meet with me.” Around them, the sales floor fell silent. Serena leaned closer and promised that if Natalie challenged her authority, the job would end before the first month began. Natalie held her ground, unaware that the client waiting tomorrow owed his access to Sebastian—and that Serena was about to turn her first hard-won opportunity into open war.
