CHAPTER FIVE (First mission)

Lucas

I was only in Texas for my first mission as the chosen would-be CEO of Triple Friend's Group of Companies. The board of directors had sent me for a preliminary program at Classy Heels Talent Company, a subsidiary of Triple Friends Group of Companies. My mission was to supervise the activities and increase the revenue of the company in 2 years. The plan was to inspect my managing skills to see if I would be eligible to become the overall CEO of TFGC. 

I was born into one of the 3 families that founded Triple Friends Group of Companies, which means my family is one of the most powerful families in the country, but with the fact that I was the would-be CEO of TFGC makes me and my family the most powerful. 

I landed in Texas in good spirits, everything was flourishing. Mr. Philip, my assistant, had done a great job in managing Classy Heels. He was the only person my family trusted to play this politics for them. Yes, it’s politics because winning the CEO of  Trillions of Dollar worth of company to our family wasn’t a walk in the park. Although it was my family's turn to produce the general CEO, other families are still trying to sabotage and ruin my reputation in order to win it for their family.

When I reached Classy Heels Company, I loved the serene environment, the layout of the building and the professional setting it possessed. Mr. Philip showed me to my office. I was satisfied as well. I had a stressed but smooth stay for 4 months. As the leading and head of model agencies, it was our duty to organize the model's grand Finale. Mr. Philip had put everything in place for a successful event.  

On the day of the finale, I received an email from my dad that disturbed my mind. I couldn’t concentrate. I ordered Mr Philip to arrange an apartment at the VIP lodge for me. Everything became annoying, I had done so much for my family to gain this position and each time I concluded one task another followed. Sometimes I feel like I was just born into this world to get used by my family. Since I was a child, I have been preparing to become the next general CEO. I spend my days studying and practicing different forms of martial arts, which my dad said is essential as the CEO.

I have been following his orders all my life, and promised to make him and our family proud, but the requirement he needs from me this time seems to be the most tedious. In the email, my dad stated that the board of directors had decided that i get a wife for myself as criteria for becoming the Gen. CEO. My dad emphasized that I must be careful with the other two families, and that they are the enemies that plotted this to weigh me down.

That wasn’t an issue, no one ever dared to step in my way. The issue is that I have never gotten a girlfriend. How am I going to get married in less than 2 years? I have talked with my doctor about my inability to find female folks attractive. His response was that I have been so stressed, which makes my sexual urges wither by the day. He advised me to get a break, take a vacation with any member of the opposite sex, and try to be in close contact with the person for as long as 1 month. With that, I might heal from this predicament. 

I sat in the VIP lodge blankly, staring at the email on my laptop screen like a stray dog who had lost track of his home. A loud scream which made me almost jump up on shadows filled the quiet room. It was a female voice, sadness was all over her voice, in her voice I sensed terror, fear, and unwillingness. I wanted to mind my business, but really wanted to do that in a quiet environment.

I was forced to move out of the room when the scream was accompanied by cries, loud cries that almost got the building foundation shaken. Rushing out of the room with my best speed to the scene, I was in shock to see a man of that size harassing a young lady whose brown eyes speak naive. Her beauty was one I have never seen before. Although her long curly hair covered the greater part of her face, I still could see her pointed nose, and thin pink wet lips that pouted in and out at every sniff. She instilled in me feelings I couldn't describe. 

My sadness was mixed with anger and hatred, I felt a strong urge of ripping the man’s throat off his neck. The more she cried and sniffed, the more my anger intensified. When her eyes found their way to my face, I felt my blood hot and my heart racing like I just concluded a marathon race. My bones might have lost calcium because I felt my arms losing that instant, my grip on the man's hands became weaker and I tried to shake off those feelings but it was already too late. He'd sensed my weak hand and escaped in a flash.

Her skin melted in my hands and her hot tears rolled down my chest as I carried her to my room. She looked so innocent in a red gown, her face was the only thing I longed to watch all night. 

I ordered a female nightgown and found myself courageous enough to pull down her ruined red gown, revealing her pure pale skin. All this while she slept peacefully as I changed her clothes. I haven't been in this situation, I haven't known compassion all my life which makes me more confused. What I couldn't understand is how to describe the feelings. 

Am I healing as the doctor suggested or is it love I'm feeling?