Greek God

A room all covered with black and white was neatly arranged, each part and art of that room screams wealth with a masculine vibe. 

There hangs the famous painting 'The Card Players' of one of the famous artists Paul Cezanne on the left wall. It was a rare and most expensive masterpiece in the whole world. 

Below that painting was a white console table with candle stands in the middle. In front of that table were king-size chairs with a small coffee table.

In the middle, there was a king-size bed covered with black and white sheets and cushions. On the bedside table, two beautiful Japanese-style lamps were lit giving a unique charm to the room.

There was a big study table made of the most expensive and beautiful wood "Bocote" in the right corner.  In the middle,  beautiful orange lilies were swaying with the light wind coming from the open door of the balcony.

(A/N: Orange Flower symbolizes hatred, pride, and disdain)...

The door to the walk-in closet opened revealing a masculine figure. Long legs wrapped in black suit trousers stepped out with a pair of black well-polished leather shoes. His slender fingers wrapped around the doorknob and then a Greek god came into vision.

His well-built muscles were visible behind the white collard shirt. Long pointed nose, thin pink lips pursed in a straight line, a dark brown beard with perfectly shaped dark brown eyebrows, and well combed dark brown hair. His blue orbs were like a deep ocean.

"Sir, the old man wants to see you." His secretary informed. He waited for his order patiently.

"When is the meeting." The Greek God opened his mouth and his cold yet charming and alluring voice fell into the room.

"After an hour. Also, sir, the old man said if you did not go to see him, he will arrange your marriage with Anaya." Gabriel, his secretary tried hard to control his laughter when he saw his boss' beautiful face turn ugly.

Alaric Walker, the CEO of WY Co. and elder grandson of the Walker family also known as iceman in the whole country, was a cold, aloof and domineering businessman. He was known for his ruthless way of handling his enemies.

Alaric was a cleanliness freak. Anaya was one of their friends' daughter who hardly managed to take bath once a month. Due to her stinging smell, she was left with no friends.

"I will see him after meeting." Alaric gritted his teeth. If it was someone else he would have sent them to hell by now, but it was his old man, he can't refuse his words.

"OK," Gabriel said and then both went for the meeting.

Inside the meeting room, all the employees held their breathing and sweat dripped from the face.

"This part of the city is left abundant and some people are buying lands here to build farms which is a good sign. If we covered this land and started our new project 'Pearl Platinum' here, it will benefit our company.

We have to invest a few billion and this project will in return give us double the amount we will invest. The red flag you all are seeing is going to be the place where a grand mall will be built.

Security is the main issue and here are the details of security. More than hundreds of  bodyguards will guard this place." The employer went with further details and after two hours he stopped presenting.

All the eyes in-room darted to one person who was with a cold face. No one knows what he was thinking.

"Gabriel, tomorrow go with the decided team of this project to the construction site and make sure all the pillars, bricks, and other substances are of the best quality." Alaric gave a curt nod, showing his satisfaction, and then strode out of the room.

Behind him, all the employees wiped their sweat and clapped for their success. They hugged each other and looked at Gabriel expectantly.

"I will ask sir but after the project is completed. You all know sir don't like celebrating when the work is not even ended." Gabriel then walked out leaving behind the pitiful employees.

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"Where is the old man?" Alaric walked into the ancestral house and asked the housekeeper about his grandfather.

"He is playing mahogany in the backyard with old Mr Smith." the housekeeper informed and left from there.

"Old man Paul, you are cheating." John pouted like a kid.

They were old but always act like kids. Paul Walker and John Smith were childhood best friends. 

"You are the old man. Look you can't even win a small game." Paul laughed shoeing his wrinkles.

His eyes spotted the person he was waiting to see. The old man's wrinkled face lit up and his eyes shine like a moon.

"My grandson, come here and decide who won the match." Paul waved his hand and insisted Alaric come near him.

"You brat don't dare to favor your grandfather," John warned with his stick.

Alaric rubbed his temples and looked at both old men helplessly. Only these to dared to curse or order him, other than them, he doesn't even listen to his own mother.

"This is a tie," Alaric said walking away.

"You rascal! Where are you going? This is not a tie." Paul yelled angrily while John laughed in delight.

"Stop laughing you old fool." Paul glared at John which definitely did not affect him.

"Who are you calling fool, remember in college times, that blonde hair made a fool out of you." John laughed heartily.

"And that tanned skin girl back in high school rejected you in front of the whole school." It was now Paul's turn to laugh.

"Hey, you can't tell this to my grandchildren." John warned 

"Your secret is my secret old friend until you keep my secret in your heart." Both old buddies agreed and then walked around the garden discussing traits and families of various flowers.