Jeremy Waltz: A Billionaire Incognito

Chapter 9

After long minutes of driving she arrived in a suburban neighborhood and stopped the vehicle.

"I don't see any shops here," Aiden looked around.

"This is your neighborhood, Mr Fisher," She dropped from the car and pointed to a moderate bungalow, "And that's your house."

While Aiden analyzed the area with his eyes she moved to the back of the car and pulled out a well packaged suit from the boot.

She turned around to Aiden's side of the car and opened the door, throwing the suit on him and the keys to his new house concurrently.

"Work is tomorrow," she informed him and walked around to her side of the car again.

Aiden was struck by surprise as the suit hit his laps.

"If you had this suit the entire time. Why did you let me go in there?"

"I thought you'd like to do your own shopping. Apparently, the suit came in handy," she entered her car and grabbed the steering wheel. "Now... get out of my car."

"Let me get one thing straight, are you my bodyguard, manager, or sugar mummy?" He said with a comedic tone.

"Would you like to walk, Mr. Fisher. I'd be more than happy to drive off now and leave you to return back here on foot," she threatened with no sign of laugher in her voice.

He chuckled slightly, "I'd just buy 5 Lamborghinis and drive them home one by one. I'm rich."

"Get the fuck out!" She stared daggers at the side of his head.

"Alright. Alright," Aiden dropped from the car and slammed the door.

Not wasting a second she immediately drove off, almost brushing Aiden with the side of the car.

"Heyy," he shrugged his shoulders and then began the journey to his new house.

As soon as he got in he shut the door behind him and walked up to the sitting room, instantly falling on the couch in fatigue.

He's face may have changed, but his trauma, his chattered heart, his horrendous memories were still there. His eyes grew red of tears as they visited him again.

Then suddenly he started pounding his chest as a form of motivation while simultaneously chuckling with tears drilling out of his eyes. The chuckle soon turned into a loud painful laugh, much like the joker's.

Hours passed and Aiden fell asleep on his couch.

...

At the dawn of day Becky visited and drove Aiden to his new job where she dropped him off and drove away.

He bounced through the door in the comfort of a cheap Calvin Klein suit, cheap shoes and a very common tie, all blending with the look he hopes to pass to the people--a struggling man.

He tapped the shoulder of one of the men mopping the floor, "Call me the cleaners. Gather them in my office."

"Who're you?" Confused, the man asked.

"Your new supervisor. Go," he patted him twice on the shoulder and walked towards a more elegant man in an expensive suit.

"Sir, if you could..."

"Who're you?" The man interrupted him with a question of his own.

"I'm the new janitorial manager," he told him with a tone that heralded confidence.

"Hmm. Join me in my office," he led the way.

"A..." Aiden gave up and followed him.

They both got into the elevator and levitated upstairs where they arrived at his office.

On the door Aiden could see bold English letters that read 'CEO'

"Hmm," he curled his lips up and walked in with hands in his pocket.

"Is there a problem, Mr?"

"Mr. Fisher. And no, no problem at all," he tilted a chair slightly and took a sit beside the CEO's desk.

"Ehem!" The CEO cleared his throat and sat down, "Do you have any experience in this type of work?"

"I clean my house every morning. What more experience do I need?" Aiden answered casually.

"I shouldn't be interviewing you since you already got the job by whatever means you did. But frankly no one told me the former supervisor was getting fired. She was a good woman..."

"Are you in love with her?"

"What kind of question is that?" The CEO suddenly got hostile.

"She'd cheat on you," he rested his back in the chair and looked up to the ceiling remembering his past trauma. "She'd cheat on you with anyone she can find. Her friends, her brother. Anyone." His eyes grew pitiful.

The CEO stood on his feets, "Mr Fisher, you're dismissed."

Aiden wiped his eyes and jumped on his feets in the same instant, heading for the door when the CEO's voice made him halt...

"It says here you're 22. Finished highschool at 17. What do you know love and cheaters, uh?"

"Nothing," he turned around. "That was my problem. I knew nothing."

He turned 180 degrees again and headed for the door.

"Come. Take this to the garbage can while you leave," the CEO sat down and pointed at the coffee cups sitting at the side of his desk.

Aiden obediently returned and picked up the two cups. He was already heading back to the door when the CEO called him back again...

"Go grab a towel and come and wipe the spot you picked the cups from. It's a little wet," he took of his suit jacket hung it on his chair.

"I'd send someone," Aiden continued to the exit.

"No. I want you to do it," the CEO commanded with a feeling of superiority clouding his mind.

Aiden stopped at the door and opened it, "I don't do the cleaning. I supervise the ones that do."

"Mr Fisher if you want to keep your job, I suggest you obey," the CEO threatened.

"Like I said, I don't do the cleaning," he walked out and was about to slam the door when...

"You're fired!" the CEO yelled at him.

Aiden entered the office again and walked towards the CEO one step at a time, not at all driven unhinged by the gravity of the situation.

He placed his two hands on the desk, staring down at the man, "You want to fire me. Have you spoken with your supervisors?"

The CEO scoffed in overconfidence, "I'm the CEO. You think I need to take permissions from someone else to fire an employee from the company that I run?"

He bursted into laughter, cracking himself up on the chair.

Then he suddenly got serious again, "Get out of my office."

"Have you spoken to your superiors yet?" Aiden repeated the question.

This time the CEO took his words with a bit of doubt crawling into him. 'What could make a man this confident?'

"Security," he stood up and walked towards his door. "Security!"

Restless, he walks to the back of his chair with his hands on his waist, and his right feet thudding against the ground in a continuous rhythm.

In a minute security arrived: two muscular men in black suits.

"Sir."

"Escort this man out of the premises," he ordered them.

The other one gave Aiden a slight push forward and followed behind him.

Aiden cracked a mischievous smile and turned to the CEO again with an annoying look that made the CEO feel powerless, "Don't forget to speak with your superiors."