Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir

53. Reputation

Lemon is right. The next day, the bruises become nasty, purple swellings, and everyone stares.

It’s horrible and I feel like a show pony. But hey, I made this bed, so I am going to have to lie on it. People come up to me to ask what the hell happened to me, but in more polite terms, and leave me with their sympathetic remarks after I lie to them that I got mugged the night before. That is what Gerald ordered me to say because he did not want any potential clients of our company to get the wrong idea that the COO of Zelt Tech was an adrenaline junkie who went out of his way to get involved in barfights with frat boys.

“Whatever you do, do not let them know that you actually hit someone else. Make yourself to be the victim, they dig things like that.” Gerald had told me, and I had stared at him because a.) he said ‘dig’ and b.) that made no sense.

“I was under the impression that strength and endurance are important assets for an executing officer,” I’d pointed out, and Gerald had sco