Description : Taken by the Billionaire
"Sorry I’m late, Mr. Ibramovic,” I whispered as I slipped quietly into the small meeting room and closed the door behind me. I was nearly five minutes late, and judging by the French voices chatting on the line, I was the one holding up the meeting.
Peter Ibramovic—mypany’s CEO—shot me an angry glare, tapped his watch with a sigh, and then gestured to the chair across from him. My face flushed in embarrassment as I hurriedly took my seat and hit the ‘unmute’ button on the speaker-phone.
“Hello, everyone. Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to attend this conference,” dictated Peter.
“Bonjour! Merci d'avoir pris le temps pour participer à la conférence,” I repeated, translating the CEO’s words for his audience across the Atlantic.
I translated their responses back to Peter, who nodded approvingly and cleared his throat before launching into his prepared speech. It was more of the usual stuff: tough economic times, growth not in line with expectations, things about to turn around in the next two quarters. Every international stockholder meeting was the same to me, really. They only differed in which language I had to speak.
Not that I’ve ever gotten to use my best one, I thought, already bored out of my mind.
My favorite language was still sign language—Croatian, at that—but talk about a worthless language to learn....