Rise Of Billionaire Bruce Ace.

Chapter Eighteen: finding a job.

Bruce stood up to his feet. "Good day, sir," he greeted.

Without saying acknowledging his greetings. Mr. Fulton pulled a chair and sat on it. "I don't have time for pleasantries. I would just go straight to the point and take my leave."

Bruce, who found the situation rather awkward, could do nothing but sit back. "Okay. Why was this meeting called?"

"I hate the fact that my daughter chose you as her husband," Mr. Fulton began. "The damage has been done already, so I have no choice but to accept you. However, before I will, you must get yourself a good job. I don't want a house husband for my girl who does nothing but sit around at home waiting for his wife's family to put food on his table."

"So you want me to get a job."

"Yes and not just any job. A good one. You are neither a graduate or a skilled fellow, but I care less. You must get a good job and you must get that job without the help of my daughter."

"If that's what it'll take to get accepted by you then it's a deal," Bruce said