Revenge Of The Hidden Boss

Chapter 11

Bruce and his brother had been told about Gernacho “He was arrested and he confessed to a whole lot of crimes.”

“That guy is some evil mothafuka!”

Bruce was standing in front of the mirror and he just couldn't stop admiring himself. It was a special day and the charcoal gray suit Jonathan had ordered for him fit perfectly, hugging his broad shoulders and tapering neatly at his waist. The silk tie gleamed under the soft light, and the Italian leather shoes just stepped in to complete the ensemble.

“Damn, man I look good!” Bruce muttered, running a hand down the lapel of the jacket. “Hey bro, I look like one of those billionaires in the magazines.”

Jonathan smiled from across the room as he adjusted his own tie in the mirror. He was also getting dressed and his suit was equally impeccable, a deep navy with subtle pinstripes.

“Tell me Jonathan, don't I look like the Billionaires in the magazines?” Bruce asked.

“That’s the point, Bruce. You’re representing the Gusman name now. No more overalls and mud-stained boots. You're no longer working in the dirt bro, no more construction work, it's the office now.”

Bruce turned, raising an eyebrow. “Hey, don’t knock the overalls. They’ve got character ha ha.”

Jonathan chuckled, clapping a hand on Bruce’s shoulder. “Well, today isn’t about dirty mud or character. It’s about showing you how a top-tier business operates. My company is hosting an event to recruit new talent, and I want you to come with me to see the whole process.”

Bruce’s grin faltered slightly. “Are you sure about this, man? I don’t exactly have the best reputation. You know everyone's talking about the fact that I went to prison right?”

“Your reputation doesn’t matter,” Jonathan said firmly. “What matters is that you’re my brother, and the world needs to know it. The rumors have been flying for weeks, and it’s time to set the record straight.”

Bruce nodded, his chest tightening with emotion. “Thanks, bro. For everything.”

Jonathan smiled. “You’d do the same for me. Now, let’s go make an impression. It's time for the world to see Bruce and Jonathan Gusman.”

They slapped their palms together in a powerful and noisy handshake then walked out the door to enter their car.

The drive to the company headquarters was smooth, the luxurious Rolls Royce gliding effortlessly through the city streets. “Damn man, I've never been in a Rolls Royce before.” Bruce couldn’t help but marvel at the car’s interior, the plush leather seats, the subtle scent of expensive cologne, and the way every detail on the car just screamed wealth and refinement.

“Are all your cars this fancy?” Bruce asked, running a hand over the armrest.

“Only the ones I like to show off.” Jonathan smiled.

As they pulled into the parking lot, Bruce was already feeling a bit nervous. He'd never worn such an expensive cloth, never rode in that kind of car before and most of all, he was coming to this company as a Gusman, he was the brother to the owner, all eyes were going to be on him “I'm not used to this celebrity lifestyle.”

The building in front of them was massive, a gleaming skyscraper with the company’s logo proudly displayed at the top.

“Bro my palms are already sweaty. I'm nervous as hell.”

“Relax,” Jonathan said, noticing his brother’s tension. “You’re with me. No one’s going to question you.”

Bruce exhaled, nodding. “Alright. Let’s do this.”

Just as Jonathan was about to open the car door, they all heard something strange, the sound of screeching tires filled the air. “There's a crazy driver behind us.” A car came barreling into the parking lot, slamming into the back of the Rolls Royce with a loud crunch.

“What the fuck?” Bruce exclaimed, whipping around.

“Oh my goodness! Who the hell did that?” Jonathan yelled.

The car behind them honked aggressively, and the woman in the car didn't feel she was at fault, she screamed through the chaos like she was drunk. “Who the hell parks like this? Are you blind or just plain stupid?”

Bruce frowned, he couldn't believe that person would have the nerve to speak like that after running into the back of their car in that manner. He reached for the window switch. “Who's this crazy lady and what the hell is her problem?”

Before he could react, the woman stepped out of her car with power and stormed toward them, her heels clicking furiously against the pavement. She slapped her palm against the Rolls Royce’s window, yelling. “Come out, I said get the fuck out you idiot! Who parks a car like this in the middle of a corporate lot? Do you even know how to drive?”

Bruce glanced at Jonathan, who raised an eyebrow, then said to his brother “This should be interesting.”

When the woman kicked the car, Bruce had enough of her attitude, he finally rolled down the window with irritation written all over his face. “Lady, what the hell is wro—” His words died in his throat when he looked at the lady who had been screaming at them all this while. He didn't just know this crazy person, he'd been married to her in the past.

It was Cassie.