How quickly did his informants inform him? It's like he had no life at all.
"It's been taken care of," I answered.He let out a laugh."Derek, I must say that just makes you weaker than I thought." He spoke bitterly.My expression changed, and I clenched my hand into a fist, holding back my anger."If your employees don't respect and fear you, that makes you weak." He continued.He quickly changed the subject. "How is your new project going?" He asked."Why do you care so much anyway?" I asked."I don't. I'm just making sure you don't become a stain on my legacy. Frankly, I think you are talented enough to achieve more substantial things than some silly hotels." He said.There he had, the reason I had to become so cold and calculative in business or I would never reach his expectations."I know you are going to need my help and my money if this idea is going to work. Just simply having this structure approved might take years." He remarked."I'm all good," I said.With him breathing on my neck all the time, I'm glad every day that I haven't become an alcoholic. It's a wonder that I'm able to stand him while being sober."You know, you and I are alike. We are both ambitious." He spoke.By the tone of his voice, I knew where this conversation was headed. He was ready to start talking about his life history."I started this business from nothing, your grandmother abandoned me for a rich guy with three babies, I had no idea how I was going to feed them or what I was going to do with them." He stopped.My dad along with his brother and sister were born as triplets. My grandma left because she wasn't living the life she wanted, she wanted someone who could offer her power and money."Years later, I am the success you see today. I had constructed an empire. I have billions to my name, and I raised my family effectively. If your grandma could see me today, all she achieved was ending up in a nursing home." he stated triumphantly.He was merely here to flaunt his money.He spoke cruelly about my grandma even years after her death."Grandpa, you neglected your children and most of them can't stand you," I said.That's what happens when you leave millions to your kids. They must be angry with their parents since they are unable to lament their lack of wealth as other children may," he said. Will you also explain to me how and why a fabricated account of me was published in the tabloids?"I shifted the conversation."Please, I was only trying to help you. People care about steadiness, especially at your age, since it shows them they can rely on you to accomplish the job well. Your life will be simpler the sooner you marry that girl. Her family has connections, you know that. You can then get a divorce from her. He said, "Women like her understand that's just for business.""I didn't work this hard so that I can whore myself out," I said."I believe it's time for you to mature and join the big boys' table. You have to understand that hard effort alone does not guarantee the sort of money you make. Sometimes you just have to get your lovely little manicured hands dirty," he said. He served as an inspiration to all narcissists, I'm sure.He went on, "I think that was it for our chat today."Grasping his cane, he rose from the chair.I relaxed into my chair, finally able to let go of all the stress, and watched him walk out of my office.My grandfather was right about a lot of things, but he was also right about me being way too confident but behind schedule on my project, which needed to be approved. If I went through the regular route, it would take years and I would eventually be turned down. If I went to my grandfather for assistance, I would be acknowledging to him that I was powerless without his support.I'd have to suck up to my mother for this to work, so my only choice was to approach my father for aid, which had its problems but was still preferable to talking to my grandfather.Thanks to his extensive network of friends, my father was able to set up a meeting for me with the mayor, who readily approved my concept.I sat back in my chair, knowing that seeing my parents would not be simple after we had cancelled all of our family get-togethers the previous year.Luke was summoned to my office."You should cancel the rest of my appointments for the day and prepare the chopper, I have to pay my parents a visit," I said. "Tell the pilot to make the chopper prepared."Derek's POVThe chopper hovered 10 feet above, revealing the home of my parents, who reside in the upstate of New York.I could see the tennis court, the garden, and the swimming pool well; there were no people outside, only a few servants going about their business.I detested being at home because, unlike at work, where I felt strong and in charge, my parents attempted to regulate everything I did, and things didn't get any better when my grandmother sided with them.After selling his software firm for billions, Dad opted to diversify into smaller businesses and has essentially been retired ever since. He embodies the archetype of the wealthy white man who spends his days playing golf.At last, the helicopter touched down on the landing strip.After getting out of the helicopter, I took off my sunglasses.As I headed toward the home, Dad came over to say hello.He remarked mockingly, "If not for the son I forgot I had.""Hi, Dad," I said.He drew me into an embrace."Your mom is pret
Clara's POVI assisted my mom in baking cupcakes for a birthday celebration during the day. She made the decision to launch her own tiny company.I arrived at the motel around six o'clock at night, which meant I was one hour ahead of schedule. This needed to be documented.The hotel's atmosphere had entirely changed, and something was off. It's generally peaceful and quiet, so when a few visitors attempted to disturb that peacefulness, the staff experienced an unprecedented level of terror.I made an unsuccessful attempt to decipher the meaning of the murmurs among the maids in the hallway.I carried out my daily activities and put on my outfit.I went to the break room to grab a cup of coffee."I heard he's coming here today," said Sandra, one of the housemaids. Four of her buddies were seated around a table with her."I've heard that he's really frightening. When he speaks to any of his staff, he forbids them from meeting his gaze. They must constantly maintain a downward gaze." Eri
Clara's POV"Your job there is only to clean and nothing else," he said.What else did he think I would do, I wonder."I will make sure that you are fired and that you never work here again if you do anything improper or disobey any of my directions. Do you understand?" He made a threat.I gave another nod."Now get to work," he commanded. He slapped me out of my thoughts with a clap of hands.He gave me the penthouse access card.We weren't permitted inside his apartment until we were cleaning; it had its own private elevator. I pushed the elevator button to reach the top floor of the structure.He owned almost 10 mansions in New York alone, so I'm curious why he was travelling here. I've heard that he hasn't visited in the last three years. Everyone was shocked by this.This was advantageous for me in another aspect as well since I wouldn't have to deal with him and would just be cleaning the apartment before leaving before he came.After a protracted wait, the elevator doors eventua
Clara's POVTaking one last look around the apartment, I grinned. I was probably going to be here for the final time.I could hear conversations outside. Was Derek Montenegro here, could that be?Recalling Marcus's warmth, I was terrified—Derek shouldn't see me here. This job paid far more than the ordinary hotel, so I couldn't lose it. I would have finished much sooner if Waylen hadn't phoned. This was all his fault.I strained to think of what to do next, and my brain froze.I said to myself, "Hide."I bolted from the living room, hiding behind the wall dividing it from the hallway.There was so much space here that I doubt he could have found me.The sound of footsteps became louder as the door opened."This is what happens, sir, when you try to drink more than your cousin and grandpa together. They are both functionally intoxicated." Someone spoke.I glanced to see what was going on.Derek Montenegro was here, as certain as the day.He was with another man who carried him to the
Clara's POV"What are you doing in here!" Derek shouted.Derek sneered at me, staring daggers into my soul with narrowed eyes. His face became crimson in an instant, which I saw.He was totally nude! Beautifully nude, said a voice within my skull.I squinted my eyes and looked away, hoping that maybe if I worked hard enough, I might suddenly vanish from this circumstance. With my face against the wall and the water still pouring in, I was officially stuck. I lacked the courage to turn off the faucet. The water then came to an end. That's when I realised it was time to confront him.I turned to face him cautiously, my uniform now adhering to my body and my hair soaking wet.I raised my gaze for a brief while before lowering it to the floor.Now he had beautiful muscles, a naked chest, and his waist covered in a towel. He continued to glare at me, so it's likely that his rage was growing.I stood there with my hands clasped together like a schoolboy. Awaiting my sentence."What are y
Clara's POV His hands were clasped at his temples.If he was this logical when inebriated, I can't fathom what kind of person he was when sober. I had nearly forgotten he was inebriated. What are the possibilities that he would forget any of this occurred, with him this inebriated?"I'm having a headache right now because of you and your miserable life," he said, placing his palm on his forehead. "I need you to leave right now." He went on.He let go of his phone.Did he mention that he wanted me to go? He made no mention of firing me.No, I was misinterpreting; he most likely intended for me to go and never return. Stated differently, I lost my job."Please sir, don't fire me." I kept on pleading.The water trickling from my damp hair had become indistinguishable from my tears.With a groan, he left the bedroom.I kept up my tail and followed him.He had come past the living room, and I had halted in my tracks."Do I have to open the door for you to leave?" He exhaled."Please, sir,
Clara's POVI turned to face Derek's lifeless corpse on the ground. My heart pounded, feeling like it might burst from my chest. Waylen muttered, "I didn't mean to," as the awareness of what he had done suddenly dawned on him.I was frozen in place, unsure of how to react. "You killed him," I said in a whisper.Now pacing the room, Waylen raked his hands through his hair.I got down on my knees to make sure Derek was still breathing. It took some time, but eventually, I could feel his breath on my cheek. I picked him up and laid his head on my lap to feel his pulse. Everything seemed typical.I let out a breath of relief, glad that he was still with us. But he required assistance because I was still not a medical doctor.I said, "You have to call for an ambulance."Waylen paused and gazed at the phone resting on the counter.I yelled, "Now," startling Waylen out of his reverie.In a panic, he snatched the phone from the counter.He said, "We can't call the ambulance."I gave Wayle
Clara's POVI said, "You are a heartless monster.""Reduce your drama. It's likely that the booze has simply knocked him unconscious; he'll be fine when he wakes up in a few hours. I hope he forgets this whole thing that never occurred." Waylen said this casually.How had I missed this aspect of him before? I never got a good look at the man in front of me throughout the entire time I was with him. How could I have been so foolish and gullible as to fall for his ruses?"You wouldn't want your poor mother to find out that you are now a whore, would you? I'm just doing you a favour. The embarrassment you would cause your family. not to mention if you wind up in jail." He laughed.Though I felt absolutely helpless, I wanted to show him that he was mistaken, that his words couldn't weaken me, and that they were just meaningless threats. Perhaps because I knew he was only partly correct, Derek would undoubtedly throw the two of us in jail. Was there any way that stating the truth would hel