Antonio doesn't need to know more about the drinking session he had last night. He woke up feeling thirsty and still on his clothes. No one in the house dared to touch him or even change his clothes to make him comfortable. Everyone thinks he's some sort of an individual who's off limits. He doesn't have a severe hang-over and he decided to strip off his clothes.
He walks naked in his modern room, filled with black and white motifs. He even walked to his glass window near his toilet. Antonio examined himself there, standing and staring to his biceps, to his stomach and down to his center. For a minute, he stood there, reminiscing the conversation he had from that particular female staff member.
Antonio thought about the female staff's name. But a part of him knew her name but he forgot. He showered all his thoughts, doubts and worries. Everyday is a constant battle of knowing what to do of his new lifestyle. One of his personal assistant rush in, and ask Antonio what he wanted to do this afternoon. Antonio didn't answer.
After he showered, he got his bathrobe on and answered his personal assistant to get him a smart casual look and reserved him a nice table on the east side of the city for brunch. The personal assistant heard all of it and immediately did what he was told.
"Who paid my drinks?" Antonio suddenly asked when on of his personal assistant went in to serve him a hot tea, as per the Old Man requested.
Everyday Antonio served an earl gray tea with honey since it's a tradition to every De Isqueirda family to drink tea everyday.
"You paid it, young master," the personal assistant politely answered.
Antonio nodded.
"If you don't mind, young master, why did you ask about your wallet?" the personal assistant asked, while serving Antonio his tea. "It got stolen or not?"
Antonio grabbed the tea in his personal assistant's hand while he decided to sit near the window, where he could watch the palm trees, the lawn and the scorching afternoon heat. He sipped first before replying to his personal assistant who seemed like asking a weird question.
"Nope. I just want to know. Did someone assist me in the pub last night?' Antonio inquired again.
"Yes, young master. If you weren't satisfied I could asked the manager about your thoughts,"
"Spare my judgments, Nicholas. I just want to know,"
"The female staff is quite rude, young master." the personal assistant recalled.
"Why did you say that?" Antonio asked, sipping his earl gray tea. He felt like his stomach felt hollow and warm.
"She got scolded by the manager about the splatters of liquor and water on the floor," the personal assistant said, while standing stiff in front of Antonio.
Antonio raised his eyebrow due to confusion. He wanted to know more about the reason why, he felt like he's the reason why that specific female staff got scolded. He knew what it felt like being scolded by the things you didn't do.
"I got an idea, Nicholas. We will go to the pub again and ask the manager about their business and how they get their staff," Antonio said, as if it's a brilliant idea. The personal assistant seemed shocked but he still nodded to affirm his young master's plan.
"Where's my clothes, by the way? Tell them to hurry," Antonio requested and one of his personal assistants nodded.
“Next week will be the announcement, young master,” Nicholas said, reminding him to be on his best behaviour. “Tomorrow, your suit will be measured and tailored,”
“Tomorrow is sunday, right?” Antonio said, looking at his personal assistant named Nicholas who seems like he can see through him. He just shrugged it off and continued his words. “All is well, Nicholas. I just want to visit the pub again and maybe, sponsored them,”
'`Is it okay to let a new CEO of De Isquierda to be a benefactor of a pub?” Nicholas asked, worried.
“Why not?” Antonio replied, as if it’s not a big deal. Nicholas just shut his mouth and doesn’t want to vocalize his thoughts furthermore.
Antonio will confront that girl and ask him about things he wanted to ask. The manager on the other hand, Antonio, thought he would offer him a bribe, something that could benefit him in the long run. Antonio will be a regular at that pub and the manager will be obviously happy about it.
But, first, he will ask the woman to resign from that pub and be his employee. If she refuses, Antonio will do what it takes to get her under his wing. He doesn't deserve to be in that pub.
"Here's your clothes, young master," the personal assistant handed him his clothes.
"Thank you, Ferrer," Antonio said. "You could asked Nicholas about your next task, you can now leave,"
"Noted, young master," Ferrer saluted and left Antonio in his room.
Antonio hurriedly changed into his clothes and memorized all his words. The urgency of visiting the pub again is palpable, and he wishes the female staff is working today. He wished, but didn't pray.
It's Saturday afternoon. Mostly during these hours, the pub will be empty, no one is ordering their fave cocktails in the bar, or mostly flirting with their female staff members. It's an unusual sight, the manager said. All of the people are circling a certain table, far away from the entrance. It’s near the jukebox and the comfort room door. They are standing, hands on their chin, whispering and gawking at two people sitting at the table with a chess board and a clock. The female staff wears glasses with her hair down, wearing his female staff outfit. Her opponent is a stranger, who seems like a pub reviewer from the local government unit where they can revoke your license to operate. They instantly played chess as if they bet their life on it. One of the onlookers explained the game to his children, who didn't even know the rules of the game. ‘I want to play like her, dad,’ the children excitedly told her father. The father nodded and said, ‘In a right time, darling,’ The childre
Antonio thought his mother married a dead man. But, it had a different meaning. His mother tried to hide her relationship to a black sheep, a man who's son of a multi-billionaire and tried to leave a life penniless. Antonio knew the story by now because his relatives went to his house a couple of hours ago. Antonio doesn't have the mood to entertain visitors; his own relatives which he didn't even meet. They even tell all the most absurd stories and gossip they ever have, even the personal assistants of Antonio seem uncomfortable with the situation. When the time comes for the fitting of his suit, they bid farewell. Antonio politely guided them in the exit doors. "See you, tomorrow." "The universe will guide you with wisdom and grace, Tonio," one of his relatives who wears a boho hat prayed to him over. "Thank you, Mrs. Oberian," Antonio said. They give him kisses on the cheeks and bid him farewell. They already established a good reputation on socialization in which Antonio is h
The take over, meeting and introduction went smoothly, everyone in the company clapped their hands, whispered and thought about the future endeavors of the newly appointed CEO and his team. Everyone flashes smiles, giving their congratulatory messages and doubtful gazes to Antonio. On the other hand, Antonio is still calm, collected and down-to-earth. He shakes everyone’s arms, brushes all the doubtful and arrogant gazes of other committees and employees, but he avoided being rude since he wanted their permission to let him do his own thing. It’s appropriate to actually pretend that he has all the things in life but the permission and the likeness of the committee is all he has minus the money and power. Antonio has a conversation with one of the company owners in The Tower. “What’s your plan? I heard from your grandfather that you’ll have it listed,” an old man with wrinkled face and tailored suit, with a respected aura said. “I tend to keep it that way, since publicizing the lis
All the designated staff in the company placed a 10-page file in the table. They even distributed a piece of banana, orange slices and cranberry juice to satisfy their well-being. Elyse ate the banana since she's hungry and nervous. The silence in the room is palpable and she senses a hierarchy in the people who are on the table. Normally, the meeting room will be lively and packed but today it's a private session of the new organization team chosen by Antonio and his grandfather. Needless to say, only three people over ten are already in the room. Suddenly, the door swung and it showed two mid-30's. Elyse, is the only person standing and greeted them. The other two politely nodded and gazing at Antonio. Elyse noticed that the other two people in front of her didn't even care. The woman extended her arm to Elyse, introducing herself. "Hello, I'm Bennet Houseffer," she said, and she spoke to her companion. "This is Carlyle Jones," Elyse both shakes their hands. Carlyle examined Ely
Antonio haven’t heard any single farewell from Elyse, Elizabeth and Mr. Sanrino. When he quickly went into the exit doors, he saw them talking in the hallway, as if halting Elyse to go home. They just stand there as if they are long time friends. The old man and his personal assistant went into the meeting hall and Antonio tore off his gaze to those three people he called them triumvirate. The old man, who’s everyone called him like that instead of De Isqueirda Senior. “I didn't have any opinion about the media’s incessant question about the newest CEO,” The old man said without even sitting on his seat. “For sure, you’ll do it later, grandpa,” Antonio said, confidently gazing at his grandfather who built this empire with his trusted executives. “As I promise I wouldn’t put your face on the tabloid,” his grandfather assured. Antonio nodded, agreeing to his father’s behavior. “The files aren’t retrieved, yet.” One of the production managers said. He intently looked at Antonio befo
Elyse has time to think about her decisions, and now when they encounter an ambush interview with the journalists is not on her bingo card. She is even scared of her life now; being involved in a largest group organization in La Paz. De Isqueirda is one of the prominent families and everyone is kissing their feet for success. But, she needed to shrug this off. Maybe, having a full meal at RGO Restaurant is the best way to ease her anxiety. Elizabeth hummed a song, the taxi driver blasted a Cliffs by Rosenfeld. Mr. Sanrino is typing on his phone. “It’s on the news,” Mr. Sanrino suddenly said when they were outside the RGO Center. Elyse paid the taxi driver and thanked him. “I’ll tell the executives about this.”“Let's just eat and I don’t want to talk about this!” Elizabeth said, dismissing the scenario they had earlier. Elyse already walked and guided them to the restaurant. Even Elyse noticed Elizabeth’s sour mood. Elyse also quit and didn’t want to talk about the incident. That’s
The night will not end, someone from the executives called Antonio and threatened him to be the VP of Production. Antonio didn't want to hassle the newly formed organizational team and even his future plans. Antonio gritted his teeth when his secretary barged into his office. "Mr. De Isquierda, the executives threaten us to agree to his offer. If not, he will publicize your team members and other potential VP," the secretary said. "Damn it." Antonio cursed after that he fisted his hand and thought about a solution. "Tell his assistant that we can do it not until he offered us something that can benefit us," "But, Mr. Isquierda," the secretary halted Antonio, "Mr. Richardson is not an easy man. He wanted to do things on his own way,""Then, if he's a devil on flesh, we are devil in disguise," Mr. Antonio said. He even sparked the secretary's intuition, and even though Mr. Richardson is the bogeyman, Antonio is the one who can figuratively kill the bogeyman. "What do you want to do
Antonio didn’t come home to the villa, he decided to have a stroll in a park that newly opened in the West Of La Paz, with a giant chess board and their pieces. There’s a family sitting on a bench eating burgers and milkshakes. Even homeless people are there, too, sleeping in the benches. Antonio is leaning at the brick bridge, he looks at his reflection on the pond. Antonio’s focused on the other side of the park, where a pantomime is performed. There’s even a balloon vendor who looks like Charlie Chaplin, children at age of 6 and 10 curiously surrounding the vendor. Antonio smiled when he noticed the vendor balloon mimicking a funny move and the children giggled. When Antonio decided to take a picture of his surroundings, someone from his back snapped Antonio’s head with a stick. A lady who holds a carriage screams and everyone is running and panicking. The person who struck Antonio with a stick, ran as fast as he could. The culprit is wearing an all black outfit. He even wears