The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

The next morning. Thalassa got up while her kids were still snoozing.
She hopped into the bathroom to freshen up. She grabbed a slice of bread and dashed out the door, munching on her breakfast
and telling Evelyn, “Mom, gotta hit the road.”
“Why are you in such a hurry, sweetie?” Evelyn asked, concerned. She watched her daughter rush out.
Thalassa didn’t respond and quickly disappeared into the elevator.
Yesterday she was late for work by ten minutes and Lysander got all bent out of shape about it, even barking at her that Leopold
would’ve been a better pick for her.
She ended up working for Leopold’s company by chance. She was nothing more than a secretary.
How was that choosing Leopold over him?
She’d once bragged about wanting to be Mrs. Sinclair at the Sinclair Group.
Lysander’s first reaction wasn’t to have a chat, or ask her if she really wanted to be Mrs. Sinclair, or even give her a clear
answer.
Nope, he just straight-up fired her!
His move made it clear as day. He wasn’t going to marry her, and he only wanted her as a toy.
She had nowhere to run.
She started working at Leopold’s company and Lysander bought the company just to bring her back!
One time she was late and he turned into a beast, ready to rip her to shreds.
Thalassa was genuinely scared.
So she tried to get to work early, not be late, not piss him off.
When the timing was right, she’d quietly slip away where he couldn’t find her.
As Thalassa munched on her bread, she contemplated her plan.

The elevator reached the ground floor and she stepped out of the apartment building.
Two luxury cars were parked outside. A purple-blue BMW and a black Mercedes were both brand spanking new.
Their presence in this slightly old neighborhood was eye-catching and extravagant.
Who in this neighborhood struck it rich and bought these cars to show off?
Thalassa glanced at them, muttered to herself, and looked away.
The fancy rides belonged to others, while she still had to rely on public transportation.
Suddenly, the door of the Mercedes opened, and out stepped a man in a black suit, blocking her path.
Thalassa recognized him and exclaimed, “David?”
David smiled and greeted, “Good morning, Ms. Everhart.”
Startled, Thalassa looked at him, then at the black Mercedes behind him, and asked, “David, why are you hanging around my
place so early in the morning?”
She knew Lysander knew where she lived, but David too?
David held up a hand with a key ring on his finger. He announced, “I came to drop off a car.”
Thalassa stared at the BMW logo on the key in his hand. She questioned, “What’s the deal?”
David nodded towards the purple-blue BMW parked not too far away, “This is a reward from Mr. Sinclair. Now with a car, you
won’t be late anymore.”