Get out!

MALCOLM

"Mum, I would really appreciate it if you leave. I'm busy here and you aren't helping at all. Your constant scolding is making me lose focus." I clasp my hands together, pleading for her to leave.

My mum has been in my office since 8 Am trying to make me see reasons why I had to get married. It's already 1 pm and she hasn't shown any sign of leaving.

"I'm not stepping out of this place until you agree to what I said. You have been together with Isabelle for two years, so why are you hesitant on getting married to her?" My mum asks, her eyes gauging me.

I pretended not to have heard her and focused my attention on my laptop. Even though I couldn't concentrate, I still stared blankly at the laptop. I wanted to give my mum the impression that I wasn't listening to her, so she would leave. But who am I kidding?

BANG

My mum forcefully shut my laptop, making the screen crack. I look up at her, anger clouding my vision.

"You broke it," I growled.

"So what? If you had answered my question it wouldn't have been in that state," she said nonchalantly.

"Mum…" I tried to speak, but she cut me off.

"Listen Malcolm. Do not think I don't know about your escapades. After I witnessed that whore claiming to be carrying your child, I looked into your daily life. And to be honest, I'm disgusted. Are you even my son? Are you sure you have my blood running in your veins because you act nothing like me? Can't you behave like your brother even if it's just for a day?"

My lips thinned and my brows creased. Being compared to my brother was something I detest.

"Mum, please leave," I said, my eyes flashing.

My mum slammed her hand on my table, she glared at me for a while, then picked up her bag.

"You are getting married to Isabelle in two weeks." Saying this, she stormed out of the office.

"Fuck," I grunted, as soon as the door shut.

My mum has done a good job ruining my mood this afternoon.

"I'm getting married in two weeks," I muttered, finding it hard to believe.

Angrily, I pushed down the entire content of my table. I screamed out in anger at my helplessness.

My mum is the pioneer of my family. After getting married to her, my dad transferred his entire asset to her name and now she controls everything, including our lives. One act of disobedience from you, you will be kicked out of the family. So to avoid that, everyone dances to her tone. It's annoying to listen to her constant orders but then, I had to, if I wanted a share of my dad's wealth. Even though I was seen as the CEO and all the companies were named after me, I had no single say in the affairs of the company. It's really annoying. But then, I had to endure.

My office door clicked open, pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked up at the door and there stood one person I despised with my entire being, Lucian, my younger brother.

"Good afternoon, brother," he greeted, smiling tauntingly at me.

"Get out!" I growled.

"Easy there. I'm not here to fight, I'm here to see how miserable you are." His lips curved in a cunning smile and he made his way to me.

"Didn't you hear me? Get out before I call security to throw you out," I snarled.

He smiled and ignored my words. He walked till he stood just a foot away from me. His hand found its way to my tie and he began to fix it, still smiling.

"Let go!" I growled.

"You know, you shouldn't get married if you don't want to. I mean, I understand that you're chasing an unreachable goal. But do you really need to go as far as getting married against your will for something you will never have? Listen, Malcolm. The entire company is mine, they're all under my mum's name, so you know what that means…" he smirked.

"I would act wisely if I were you."

I hit his hand off my tie and pointed at the door.

"Get the hell out of here," I boomed, my eyes flashing.

Smiling, he headed for the door.

"Don't aim too high, Malcolm," he said before finally shutting the door.

"Fool, bastard," Different curse words erupted from me.

I tore off my tie and stared at the door in anger. A knock sounded on the door that very minute.

"Who the heck are you?" I yelled.

The door slowly opened and one of the security guards entered.

"Sir, you have a visitor," he said.

"Take the person to the lounge. I'll be out in a jiffy," I said and waved him out.

My office was in no condition to receive visitors. Exhaling, I rang the cleaner to come tidy it up. I put my tie back on and properly dressed myself, then proceeded to go meet the visitor.

Getting to the lounge, I saw a young lady dressed in a long flowing white skirt and a black long-sleeve shirt. Her hair was tied up in a bun and she had a rosary wrapped around her wrist.

"How may I help you?" I ask, on getting close to where she was. She jumped at the sound of my voice and immediately turned around, startled.

"I'm Leilani Miller," she introduced herself, staring nervously at me.

"So?" I asked, wanting her to go straight to the point, as I was still in a foul mood.

She gulped anxiously.

"You remember me, right?" she asked, gazing at me.

"I have other important things to remember, other than some nerd," I spat irritated. This lady was wasting my precious time.

"Young lady, I can see you have nothing reasonable to say. See yourself out, or I'll invite security to kick you out." Saying this, I turned around to walk out. But her words made me stop.

"I'm pregnant and you are responsible for it," she said softly.

I turned around swiftly and gazed at her.

"Repeat what you just said."

"I'm…I'm carrying your child," she stuttered.

"Whore!" I spat, making the workers around the lounge turn in our direction.

"Wh..what?" she stammered.

"You come here, dressed as a saint just to pin a random pregnancy on me. Is there anything you whores can't do? You sleep around with men for money, then get pregnant and try to pin it on the rich ones."

"Shame on you…" I spat on her face.

I watched as tears rolled down her face. She raised her hand and wiped off my saliva dripping down her face.

"I'm really carrying your child," she insisted.

Angrily, I pushed her towards the exit.

"The next time you set foot into this company to say trash, I will make sure to lock you up in jail," I threatened, disgusted. The anger I was feeling earlier, further fueled my annoyance.

"Get out!" I roared and pushed her, but she stood staring at me.

"I will throw her out," a familiar voice said.

Turning around, I see Isabelle making her way to us. On a normal occasion, I would have warned her to refrain from concerning herself with my business, but today, I just let her. These whores won't stop until they are taught a bitter lesson. Knowing how vile Isabelle was, I knew she was equal to the task.

Getting to us, Isabelle waved an employee over. Hastily, the employee ran over to us, holding a cup of steaming coffee.

In a blink of an eye, she snatched the coffee from him and splashed it on the lady.

"Try someone else bitch. He is already taken."