The Fast Rising Billionaire

I Have No Idea

Sighing, Mr. Davies ignored his workers, aware of the importance of the man standing in front of him. “Mr. Christopher, thank you so much for coming,” he said. 

“It was my pleasure,” said Christopher, smiling, “Mr. Davies, I hope that you will be available personally tomorrow morning. By 9 o'clock, I will need you to personally make your way to the sales department of the Philly group to make the purchase of a hundred properties, as discussed.” 

The sales manager, Robert, who had come to the reception area when he heard the ruckus, gasped. The shine in his eyes seemed to convey a million emotions, one of them being his surprise. 

Robert blinked slowly, looking between his boss and the strange man that was proposing business to his boss. Nobody had ever come to the company to ask his boss to get that many properties at once. 

Everyone but Mr. Davies and Christopher looked over to Robert where he was standing, unmoving, and raised an eyebrow in question at him. Nobody has ever come to him straightforward that way to ask him to invest in their property, and being the sales manager, Robert was supposed to be on top of the transactions. 

Unfazed by the requests being made by Christopher, Mr. Davies smiled and nodded, holding out his hand for Christopher to shake. “No problem, Christopher. I will make sure that I am there on perfect time, so you are not kept waiting.” 

Unable to hold it any longer, Robert audibly gasped, looking at his boss. “Surely, Mr. Davies is joking," he said, elbowing his assistant. 

Surprised, his assistant shrugged helplessly, unaware of what is going on.

Turning to Mr. Davies's assistant, Christopher smiled, displaying his perfectly white teeth. "Well now. I am an honorable man, I understand your shock, but rest assured that this is not a joke, and you are not dreaming. I don't think there is a need for you to go on your knees and kneel down to kick my shoes. I know you said that you would, but I believe that your mouth is far too dirty and smelly to make contact with my shoes. ” 

As a gasp ran across the room and the tension rose, Christopher took a look at how watch and laughed. “Aha. Time has run away from me, I need to be somewhere else. Do have a good day. Mr. Davies, I will see you tomorrow. I'm in a hurry to make dinner.” 

Gasps echoed all around the room as the onlookers stared at him, as ignoring them, he continued to walk ahead.

Waking out of the room, the sound of his feet hitting the ground as he walked away, the room descended into chaos, Mr. Davies insulting all of his workers and complaining.

“... you should all be fired, all of you. How dare you speak to him that way. You do not know enough of the influential people in the town, and you speak to everyone with such great disrespect that you could have made this company shut down one day due to your misbehavior.” 

Too much in awe to pay attention to what Mr. Davies was saying, Robert, the sales manager muttered, “why would anyone of his caliber and standing need to go to his fomrngo cook dinner?” 

“And besides, muttered his assistant, frowning, “do you think it is wise for us to trust that man? He has been known to be one of the biggest nuisances in this company. He comes t the reception and distributes fliers.” 

“Yeah,” joined in Robert, frowning, “I know you say that he is a rich man, but are you surd about all of this? That man is not so trustworthy. You might be making a mistake by trusting him.

Sizing Robert up, Mr. Davies shook his head at the incredulity. “You look like this, with a salary that has not even bought you a joke, and yet, you think you are an authority on what decisions I should make. 

Right now, you will do me a favor. Head over to accounting, and request your last paycheck. Tell them it has been authorized by me. As of tomorrow, you are no longer an employee of my company. If you are seen anywhere near the premises, I will have you escorted out by security, and you will be handed over to the authorities.”

Walking away, Mr. Davies did not make the mistake of looking back and kept walking ahead. Realizing his mistake, Robert began to think and ask himself why he had bothered to come towards the house at all. 

He had now lost his job and his future now hung in the balance. He had made a very grace mistake, not only by questioning the mysterious heir, but by questioning Mr. Davies's decision to larger with him.

Skin paling, he looked at the two receptionists and Mr. Davies's assistant, who stood there looking at him uncertainly. 

They had been the main champions for insulting the mysterious man; and his assistant had even told the man that he should kick his shoes or something along those lines.

And now he was the one getting fired for doing his job, which infuriated him.

“Neither of the three of you is a good person. I can't believe you are standing there and watching me get fired for doing my job.” 

“Well, we didn't ask you to contradict the boss,” supplied Mr. Davies's assistant, walking away. With a frown, Robert did the same, heading to the accounting department for his final check.

As the two men walked away, the two receptionists ignored the third one and contemplated the identity of the mysterious heir. 

“Do you have any idea who he is?” asked one. 

“I have no idea. How come he was able to get the boss's attention, just like that?” 

Hissing, the third one sent the pair a nasty look. “Aren't you both tired? You just narrowly escaped being fired, and now you're doing it again, questioning things it is not your place to question. What is your business with any of it? Do your fathers own stock in the company?” 

Chastened, the pair looked down and returned to work. Robert walked past them just then with a frown. “You two got me into trouble, yet you get to keep your jobs and I don't. I hope you are happy.” 

Ignoring him, they continued to look at their monitors as he dragged his feet to leave. Before he got to the main door, the box he had in his hand fell to the floor, spilling out all of the things that used to sit on his desk in his office. 

Even as Robert gathered his things and left, the receptionists thought about the mysterious heir, pondering exactly who he was. Nobody knew his true intentions, and they had not known him as a heir. 

His mere presence had led to the sales manager being fired, and everyone had just stood there, transfixed. The good move of asking to sell 100 properties to the boss did not go unnoticed, and the murmurs grew all over the building, curiosity rising and hitting a peak.