Twenty minutes later, everyone evacuated the meeting room. I felt at ease when the temperature of the room began to get cold again. The outcome of the meeting wasn't the way I expected it to happen but I need to make an excuse for them not to ask me further questions. "Is everything alright, Mr. Fisher?" Jennie asked the second she stepped foot into the meeting room. "Did something happen earlier?" "My guess is..." I heaved an abrupt sigh of dismay as I tried to compose the right words to her inquiry. "Everything happened so fast at the meeting. It turned out that I have learned to forgive and move on." "You let them go after everything they did to you?" Jennie debated before she slid a piece of paper which I assumed was the result of John Dave's interview. I looked into it but I couldn't make at least one comment because my undivided attention was still fixed on the case. Jennie was right. I was supposed not to forgive them for saying bad words to me, let alone,
"Baby, I'm so sorry if this is the only way to get you out of the family," I uttered, my tears started streaming down my face. "I've missed you so much, did you know that? How have you been? Did anyone in that evil family hurt you, huh?" Only God knows I was too over the moon the moment I saw his innocent face and started to sense the warmth of my son's body. His innocent smell never changed. He smells like an angel with no trace of wickedness. Finally, my son and I were reunited after being not able to see each other for weeks. And with just one touch of his warm skin, all the sorrows and pains disappeared in the blink of an eye. He erased everything that bothers me. "What are we going to do now, baby?" I asked again as soon as I set him on the seat next to me. Looking a the glass wall across from me, I immediately thought of the best thing to do before I could start the engine of the car. I decided to buckle my seatbelt and adjust the mirrors properly. When I
In the middle of my journey back to the condo, I reached out to Jennie to talk about my deal with Mrs. Lincoln. The time was already a quarter before three in the afternoon. She was supposed to be out of the office by five but I have an urgent matter to discuss with her. So I decided to reach out to her. "Can you come to my place?" I asked. Even though I sounded uncomfortable mentioning my place, knowing it was where the kiss happened, I was left with no other choice. There is no other place apart from my condo that is safe where we could discuss the investment withdrawal. So I set aside my pride and planned to get to the bottom of it because I was too scared. Too scared for my son's safety. "You mean right now?" Jennie asked back. "Yes, right now," I replied. "Just leave any pending work you have in the office. Or you can bring them to my place. John Dave and Mr. Randolph might be joining us at the urgent meeting as well." After the call ended, I stepp
Before Jennie could answer the question, the phone in my pocket suddenly rang. I looked at the screen and found out the call came from Mom. I rose from my seat and slid into the corner, far enough that Jennie couldn't hear her voice. "Yes, Mom? What's up? Did something happen?" I asked, my voice calm and barely above a whisper. Luckily, Jennie's attention was focused on those shopping bags next to John Dave. She started a conversation with her. I felt at ease. "Honey, just want to inform you that my grandson was done with his dinner. And guess what? He keeps on smiling at me right now. He's so adorable, isn't he?" Mom replied. "Couldn't agree more, Mom. He inherited that from me, I guess." I couldn't help but curve the corners of my lips when I felt at ease someone from the family took the initiative to feed him. "When are you coming home, by the way? Your Dad wants to talk to you." Mom said. Hints of profoundness were marked in her voice. "Sorry, but I ha
Jennie was about to say something, which I assumed was to tell them about my identity, but I stopped her before she could open her mouth. My bodyguards stayed in their respective cars since they knew I was already safe in my Dad's jurisdiction. However, it appears that my evil father did not introduce me as the only heir to his empire yet. I cannot blame him for that. He will make sure he can turn me into one of his minions to be able to have that kind of privilege. What worried me the most was that I lied to John Dave and Jennie not to worry about their jobs and that I had a place in my Dad's corporation. But from what these security guards are doing, all their assumptions could have been reversed. "Is there any other way to see and talk to the Chairman?" I asked them formally, not as the heir of Fisher Group and Companies, but as an ordinary citizen of New York City. "Unless you have scheduled an appointment with Mr. Fisher. That's all we can do to let you come
Dad looked deeper into my eyes as if he was trying to understand what the hell was going on. I didn't know either. It all just came out of my mind the second I heard him threatening me. And the only way to respond to a threat is to threaten them back. Dad knows I wasn't bluffing about my claims. I'm threatening him, that's what I'm doing. He remembers everything that happened that night. It was brutal and unimaginable to a twenty-two-year-old me. That was the second reason I would never follow in Dad's footsteps even if I knew he could bestow me a brighter and better future as a Fisher. "Fine," he finally spoke up. "An office for you in this building. You can choose which floor you and your team will be occupying. Let my secretary know once you're done choosing which floor. Do you have any other things to discuss with me?" Dad agreed, finally, yet, why am I feeling offended by it? He was supposed to be the one to feel threatened, but I never sensed it from him.
"No mother would think that way, honey," Mom replied, her voice laced with regret. "I kept you in my womb for nine months, and it's not easy. Sleepless nights. Yearning for something you can't have, I endured all that. I may have no time for you all the time, but that doesn't mean I don't love you." "I know, Mom." I smiled, reassuring her that she didn't need to feel regret since it wasn't her fault that she couldn't be with me, to begin with. It's always Dad's. He was the mastermind of manipulating her mind to become his slave. "Anyway, I already feed him. I hired a nanny to keep an eye on him by tomorrow. Your Dad and I will be out of the country for two days. I already bought him boxes of milk to make sure he would have enough stock until we got back. I also heard about your investment from the Lincolns. You did a great job, honey." then he tapped my shoulder before she evacuated the room. As soon as Mom disappeared from my sight, I gently crawled onto the bed next
"Dude, what happened?" One of his close friends approached and asked him. "Did you get their approval? Can we certainly use the villa?" Clark heaved an abrupt sigh, making it even more readable to everyone that he failed us, and that he was only good with words. "Guys, I think we need to have a plan B. I tried, even sought help from Dad, but it didn't work. So I guess we have to look for a new place. Do you have one in mind? I'm open to suggestions." "How about we just have a night out? Have some beer and karaoke?" One suggested right away, trying to lift everyone's mood. Everyone's expression lowered as far as I was concerned. Their overwhelming excitement five seconds ago turned into disappointment and regret. I can see that Clark was embarrassed as well. Well, he fucking deserved that for taking advantage of his Dad's connection. But I could not help but wonder though. If Mr. Cedrick and Dad could have known each other for a very long time, then why was he rejec