Redeemed Son In-law

Dilemma of a poor man

“Bryan, they've given us the contract; thank your stars, or you are as good as dead.” Mr. Wesley, secretary, barged into his office to announce the news. 

What more could he say? They still got the contract after all the treatment he got from them.

“Okay, thanks for your information,” he said to her so she could go out of his little office. 

He knew her very well; she always shows up just to mock me, which always gets him angry. But what can he do when he's just an ordinary poor man who has to meet with life and just has to deal with all the insults he got from Wesley's family?

“Don't be too excited; that doesn't mean that they are going to praise you. You are nothing but their work stick.” She laughed sarcastically as she walked out of the office. 

He gulp down nothing, his clenched his fist on my laps boiling in annoyance. Yeah, that's him for you; he has to take all their taunts all day. Even so, he used to be the family worker, a cleaner. Don't be surprised; he was the family cleaner and best worker. 

Then one day Mr. Wesley, who is his current father-in-law, came home grumbling about how he made massive losses in his business, which may affect them in the current market. As someone who has more knowledge about business and administration, well, which was his qualification. 

But being a poor guy, he couldn't make it through. He applied for work at several companies, yet he wasn't offered a job. It was on hunting for a job that he heard about them looking for a cleaner. 

Then, coming to the house, he thought it was a big opportunity for him. And he had to deal with their daughter, Alicia, who lives a reckless life, drinking and going to clubs. She always seems to be the most sludge of the family, she messed up everyday, and they just had to clean her mess.  

They've tried to get her a suitor, but she rejected them all. Back to what he was saying, he actually gave Mr. Wesley an idea; at first, he didn't find it captivating, not until he chose to apply it. 

Coming back that night was a great day for him, as he was being praised and his salary got increased, even though it was not yet enough to pay all the debt he owned. And that very day that Mr. and Mrs. Wesley called him and asked him to marry their daughter, it wasn't clear to him why they made such a decision, but he was so thrilled. 

It was like the greatest news he've had in his life. You know such news when you have to start thinking of the privilege that comes with it. 

He thought he would be able to mingle with big people and gather some money, so he could make a good life for himself. That was the thought. He accepted this without even thinking about it. 

Aside from the privilege, he have to deal with Alicia, despite her rough life. And what surprises him the most is that she didn't reject him the way she rejected the other suitors. 

He thought it was his fate because he was so lucky. But now he would say he's the most unlucky person; he wouldn't have wished his enemy's had such a life. Because he's just their workman, nothing motivates him; he had the worst life he couldn't have imagined. I guess since you are getting to know him, you will come to know how bad his life was over time. 

But what can he do? When this is better than going back to that life, he thought he should go and tell him about the contract before he finds another issue to raise with me. 

He walked through the hallway, and all the workers he met on the way were only making mockery of him. That's how they mock him, but is there anything he could do? And soon he finally got to Mr. Wesley's office and placed a knock on his door, and within seconds it went open. He walked in, counting his steps.

“Good day, Mr. Wesley,” he said with his head down. He dare not look into his cold eyes unless he made a death wish.

“Bryan Creston. What can I do for you?” He asked with a straight look, giving the environment a void sensation.

“Sir, I actually came to tell you that.”

“That I have been given the contract that we almost lost, well, you should know I have to press some button with my influence; you are a waste of resources.” He cut him off, his voice filled with anger, and he nodded briefly. 

He was angry. But he couldn't do anything. He knew he was lying; he didn't press any buttons. They gave them the contract only because of his hard work and dedication.

“Go and finalize the deal with them,” he ordered, and he was amazed. Today is almost over, and he wants him to go and finalize the deal.

“Sir, it's already 3 p.m., and they close for the day by 4 p.m. I could go there tomorrow; it's not too late.” he took a deep breath, trying to sound cool.

“I said go and finalize the deal today. Now get out of my office,” he thundered, his eyes echoing venom. 

He actually knows he's not going to make it; there's no way he could meet up when the place is nothing less than an hour away. He didn't know what to do, but what can a helpless man like himself do?

“Are you still here, useless guy?” He asked furiously, This is what he always got—not even a compliment for winning such a great contract, but rather an insult. He nodded as he walked towards the exit.

“Wait up, Bryan Creston.” His voice came up, sounding harsher than before, and then he wondered what was installed for him. Asking himself if I he's in some sort of trouble?

"Yes Sir" He turned back to look at him, fear crept within him. As he carefully stepped closer, uncertained about why he called him back. 

"See the work on my table finish it up before you close from here. I am leaving now, I don't want to come back here tomorrow to see any unfinished work" He said pointing to a tons of files on his table, he wanted to believe if he was referring to him. Because he shouldn't even expect a robot to finished this within the little minutes left to closing hours. 

"Sir, this are loads of work that I am supposed to do in the time frame of two days"He stammered and Mr Wesley smirked and walked closer to him, grasping his shirt. 

"You dare not returned back to the house without completing this. Unless you made a dead wish"He threatened as Bryan shivers in fright. He pushed him to the floor. 

"Okay sir I will do that"He said and went closer to the table to start working in it. He stood up and gave him a resounding slap. 

"Are you nut? Get this things out of my office fool. When did we start sharing the same office"He thundered and he rushed to pack that files, tears laced his eyes. 

"What are you still doing here? get out"