"What is that bastard doing here? I thought he was forbidden to step anywhere into the building! What's going on, Mr. Chairman?" I blurted, my deadening stares fixed at Dad. "Watch your mouth, Mr. Llamas!" Mr. Cedrick growled back while pointing a finger at me which surprised my cousins. They exchanged intrigued glances with each other. Lucas lifted the tip of his shoulders when Mark Joseph fixed his eyes on him. "Know your place." he added, "You're just a mere employee in our company who we can fire any time." "Of course, I am just a mere employee to you, Mr. Cedrick!" Clenching my fist, I hissed frantically, "But for the record, I am also the chairman's son and only heir of his empire unless he is going to give up his reign and let my cousins inherit everything he built for the past sixty years." "What?" Cedrick and his father blurted in unison. "Did you just claim again that you are the Young Master even if we already saw and met him at the family dinner?" Mr. C
"Don't address me that way here, dude. You're flattering me." I awkwardly laughed as I scanned in all directions to check if someone might have heard our conversation. Luckily, there's just the two of us cleaning up those fallen petals. "Besides, Celestine already had a new man. I don't want to force myself on someone who has no feelings for me anymore." "That's too bad," he replied on our way to our classroom. "After knowing you came from a fucking rich family, I was rooting for you and our professor. I mean, you two could have been a perfect couple. By the way, why are you selling flowers and chocolates when you have tons of money in your bank account?" Our conversations deepened on our way to our classroom. I started to trust Augustine, so I answered all his questions as the Young Master. Thanks to him, we sold everything and earned close to five hundred dollars from the flowers and chocolates in an hour. Right after class, I went straight to the hospital to follow
So I forced myself to close my eyes. The time was already ten minutes past dawn when I last checked on my phone screen, yet my mind still wandering everywhere. And I believe I couldn't sleep if I did nothing. I hopped out of bed and went to the dining area to check if I still had a few canned beers left in the fridge. However, I just realized that the fridge was already empty, so I went outside to buy some. The time was already 12:10 am when I glanced at the clock on the wall of my condo's living room. Despite the late hour, I was desperate to fill my bothered mind with alcohol for me to be able to sleep for the remaining hours before the next sunrise. As I stepped out of the chilly night, the road that I took seemed deserted, with only the dim glow of the streetlamps illuminating the deserted sidewalks. I could barely see anyone wandering anywhere. The silence outside the building was too deafening. I decided to walk instead of riding a car because the nearest
The next day, despite my whole body still being half asleep, I traveled back to the mansion to join everyone at the meal. The strict order came from Dad himself as he called me this morning instead of Mr. Roland or Mr. Randolph. Halfway through the mansion, I received a call from the people I missed the most these days. "We thought you had forgotten us already, young man!" Gram's pleased voice reverberated in my ears. "Did you and Gramps like the package I sent to you?" I asked back. Excitement and longing are evident in my voice. My sleepiness not only disappeared but filled them with faith, hope, and love after hearing Gram's voice. Their names first popped out when I saw those flowers on Valentine's Day. I brought the flowers for them. So, I sent one bouquet of their favorite flowers, a basket of fresh fruits, and a box of chocolate. As far as I can remember, I never missed sending them flowers on Valentine's Day. I would rather miss sending one for my parents inste
As soon as we reached the office, I did not waste a minute of my time and introduced Chris to the team as the Vice President of my little company. "Another thing, Mr. Fisher," Jennie said. "I got an email from your Dad that your family has been awarded this year as "The Most Perfect Family" by the city. He asked me to clear your schedule tomorrow morning for the photo shoot and interview, which will be aired on all social media stations. I haven't confirmed it yet because I need to ask your side about it." "What else to think about it?" Chris replied on my behalf. "Taking the interview will give a good image, not just to the Fisher Group and Companies, but for Zachary, himself as a business owner. It's a good addition to his profile." I haven't thought about boosting my profile or increasing my number of followers, but Chris had a point, especially when I was playing games with my cousins. Dad assigned all my cousins to prove that I was his useless son. If I failed, it
After that awful incident, I had almost forgotten what happened to me that night because my life had been too busy since then. But they all showed up right in front of my eyes. My memories are recalled, as clear as day, making it a whole picture of an attempted murder. I could barely forget those faces who supported Clark and his friends beating me up to death. We have addressed that concern against Clark and his friends, but not with the police officers who joined them. This time, I will not let Dad undermine me. "Is everything alright, Young Master?" Asks the person from behind me. I turn around and see Vincent, looking concerned. He was assisted by the two police officers who went to the school earlier. "Are you alright?" he asks again, placing a hand on my shoulder. I nod, still catching my breath. "Do you mind if I ask you guys one thing?" I asked, my question pointing to the police officers behind Vincent. "Sure, Mr. Fisher." the younger one replie
"Why can you just get your fucking son from the Lincolns to end this once and for all, Zachary." His sarcastic response fueled my burning rage toward him and Celestine. "You said it yourself, I don't need him in my family. He's not mine to begin with." Bullshit! I clenched my fist upon hearing that coming from the person who manipulated everything. He used my three-year-old son to get on my nerves. Even convinced me that he was going to take my responsibility as a father to Noah because he planned to fulfill it. But in the end, everything was simply a part of his evil plan to get rid of me. "Of course, I planned to get my son out of that hell of a place. But that doesn't mean I will forget and forgive you for what you did to my son. Using my son to your advantage was the worst thing you have done in your life. You barked at the wrong person, Sebastian. And I'll prove that to you in the courtroom." I was about to turn around when something popped out of my mind, so I po
The next day, everyone in the mansion was occupied when I got out of the room. All the housemaids were decorating all the hallways with flowers and red carpets. Crews were also busy setting up their cameras everywhere. Some of the security guards were also roaming around to keep an eye on those unfamiliar faces. As early as eight in the morning, Jennie was already discussing with the makeup artists. She approached me the second she noticed my presence. "A pleasant morning, Mr. Fisher!" she uttered with a smile on her face, which brightened the mood of the living area. "Did you sleep well last night? I heard from the housemaids about what happened to your son, Noah. Congratulations!" "Thank you, Ms. Pineda! Yeah, I slept well last night because my son was sleeping profoundly next to me. And I couldn't ask for more." I humbly replied. "Anyway, what should I do for today's event? I am included in the interview, right? Where's Dad and Mom? Aren't they supposed to be here?"