The Phenomenal Bryson Wyatt (The Invisible Successor)

Chapter 1

"Mr Bryson, here you go," the manager of King's Paints factory said, shoving an agreement document on his desk to Bryson Wyatt. "If you're okay with the job I've offered, do well to sign the document."

Bryson dropped his gaze at the document. He was speechless and dumbfounded. He didn't know what to do or say.

He had come here for an interview with the hopes of getting the position of the paint factory's manager but was offered the position of a delivery man for the factory.

The manager was getting impatient as Bryson kept staring at the document without uttering a word. He arose, feigning annoyance and said.

"Hey, Bryson, if you are not ready or interested in this job then please leave my office. I am sure there are many other men out there who would gladly come in after you go to take this job offer. You are actually wasting my time now, Mr Wyatt."

"I am sorry, sir. I am just a bit surprised because I had come for an interview for the position of a manager in this factory. I had no idea that…"

"Excuse me, Mr Wyatt," the manager cut in abruptly and gave a stifled laughter. "I think you got it wrong. The manager position was never Vacant."

"But someone told me it was some weeks back when this factory was opened and I took the chance to apply and I was called in last week to have an interview."

"Look, you were called in for an interview for the position of the factory's delivery man. As you can clearly see, I am the manager of this factory," the manager said. When Bryson still gave him a doubtful look, the manager angrily motioned at the plaque on the front of the table which had his full name and his job position stated but Bryson only glanced at the plaque and stared at the man's forehead.

"Mr Wyatt?"

"Sir, please is there no other position available other than this position of a delivery man?"

The manager thought for a few seconds, staring at the door and said.

"I think the position of a cleaner is still available. We are looking for two more cleaners to employ and add up to the current cleaners available. I can consider you too since male cleaners are acceptable here."

"Um, sir, I was talking about a bit of a higher position. What of the position of an assistant manager?" Bryson asked with lit up hope in his eyes.

The manager shook his head. "Not available. You are dreaming high, I think. I offered you the available position which I think will fit a man like you but it seems you've got your eyes elsewhere."

"Sir, it is just that…"

"Oh, tell me. Should I give up my position for you then since you were expecting the position of a manager?"

"No, sir. I'm not asking for that."

"I see you don't want this job. Now kindly leave my office. Don't upset me any more, Mr Wyatt."

"No, sir. Please don't get upset. I'll take the job," Bryson said. The man hissed and tossed the pen to him on the table.

Bryson leaned forward and took the pen on the table. He opened the document and went through it for the next minute. When he saw the salary that was offered, he became more reluctant to sign the agreement document. But when he raised his brows and glanced at the manager, he went on to sign the document.

"Good," the manager muttered as he took the document from Bryson and went through it. "Alright, so you can resume immediately, right?"

"Tomorrow morning will be okay for me, sir."

"Alright. See you tomorrow then. When you arrive, you should get the key to the delivery van from my table."

"Alright sir." Bryson arose and left the office of the man with a long face, trying to hide his disappointment.

Bryson's wife, Ainslie, was in the living room of their apartment, talking to her friends, Julie and Dora about her family.

"You went on to marry him without your father's approval, Ainslie, isn't that wrong?" Dora asked.

"Oh please. I don't regret getting married to Bryson. We love each other so why should we stay apart because my father refused to approve of him?" Ainslie asked.

"You know why your father refused to approve of Bryson. He has nothing to offer. Look at you, your family is the top affluent and influential family in New York City but you overlooked where you came from and went on to marry a lowlife, Bryson," Dora said. Ainslie stiffened her jaw, feeling insulted but she managed to cover it up with a smile.

"Bryson isn't a lowlife," she defended.

"You shouldn't say that about him, Dora," Julie reprimanded. "Ainslie and Bryson have always loved each other since they were In the university. You should be happy for her instead of condemning Bryson."

"I know that she'll soon regret marrying a worthless wretch like Bryson for he's way below her family's class and he certainly has nothing to offer," Dora said.

"Enough, Dora. Don't say things you're uncertain about. You don't know Bryson and you don't know what he's going to become today. He's going to be really rich soon," Ainslie said.

"Just look at your ring," Dora said and Ainslie glanced at her ring, knowing what Dora was going to throw at her next. "It looks damn cheap and simple. I'm sure that not even the staff in your father's mansion can wear such a ring."

"Well, fortunately for me, I won't be wearing it anymore. Bryson already promised to get me a new ring. A ring with a diamond stud for that matter."

Dora chuckled and asked. "Is he going to rob a bank to get it for you?"

Julie gasped and shook her head in a dismissive manner. "Stop demeaning him, Dora."

"For goodness sake, I'm not. I'm just stating a fact here. We all know Bryson's class and worth. He won't be able to afford the best things for Ainslie."

"Dora, you're wrong. He would. I'm.so confident he would, you know why?"

Dora shrugged. "You tell me, why?"

"He had gone for an interview today for the post of a manager of a paint factory and I'm sure he's going to get the job."

"Really?"

"Oh, Dora, you know how brilliant Bryson was in the university," Julie said. Dora rolled her eyes.

"I'm certain he got the job and he'll get me a new wedding ring with a diamond stud on it," Ainslie shrieked. They heard a knock on the door and she exclaimed and jerked up to her feet. "I'm sure Bryson is back." She rushed to the and opened it. Her smile reduced a little when she saw him at the door with a long face.

Bryson walked and glanced at his wife's friends in the living room, and he brightened his expression a little.

"Bryson, you got the job, right?'m" Ainslie asked impatiently in a whisper. 

Bryson nodded. "Yes, I got the job…"

"Yay!" She exclaimed and hugged him.

She turned to her friends and grinned. "My husband got the job, girls." She clapped, excitedly and Julie smiled.

"Congratulations, Bryson," Julie said. Bryson forced a smile. Dora faked a smile and muttered congratulations to them.

"Look, darling, I made your favorite food for lunch," Ainslie said and patted his cheek. "Go freshen up and come have your food."

"Okay," Bryson said and left for their room.

"I told you my Bryson would get the job. He's not useless," Ainslie boasted and giggled as she went to take her seat. She continued her conversation with them regarding the good things she was going to buy when Bryson gets his salary by the end of the following month.

 After her friends had left, Bryson came to the dining room and sat down. He saw the plate of food and when Ainslie returned from seeing her friends off, she saw he hadn't started eating.

"What's wrong, baby? You've not started eating yet?"

"Hmm, the food is cold," Bryson said. She gasped and quickly took the plate of food.

"I'm sorry. I'll go heat it up for you." She pecked his cheek and went to the kitchen.

When she returned with the heated food, she placed it right in front of him.

"Bryson, I really believed in you, you know. I know you'll get the position of the manager of that paint factory," Ainslie said, filling a glass with water for Bryson.

"Uh, well, Ainslie."

"Yes?"

"I didn't get the job of a manager," he said and she dropped the jug of water and gave him a strange look.

"What are you talking about? You told me you got the job when you returned."

"Yes, but it was another position I was given."

"Which is?"

"I got the job of a delivery man."

He watched as her mouth fell open in astonishment. Ainslie didn't believe what he said.

"Wait, a delivery man? You didn't take it, right?"

Bryson shook his head and she widened her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I did."

"You stupid piece of shit!" She groaned as she grabbed the glass of water and splashed it on his face.