Chapter 10

Caruss was almost delayed when he got into the office. Since he didn't want to be embarrassed in his first job interview experience, he was having a rush of adrenaline and had heart palpitations in reaching the HR department. He appeared with the castle of his self-confidence that was collapsing even though he was already in a spot. However, there was a staff who accommodated him well and delivered him to Mr. Wayle's office.

He felt a little nervous since he hadn't prepared himself much, knowing that the company's president will be the one to interview him. But, he still arrived at the office with a state of being certain while he couldn't resist his mind to wander.

"Oh, no. I have never thought that the president himself will be the one to talk with me. Hopefully, I can handle all the questions he will throw to ask," he said to himself.

"It's an honor to finally meet you, young Pearson," Mr. Wayle warmly welcomed him with an encouraging of his appearance as he reached in the office. It even managed to offer him a seat to take in.

"Well, I think Mama had already introduced me to him," Caruss added to his psyche and returned a smile to Mr. Wayle. As he showed of being honored, for his respect and reverence, he dared to shake Mr. Wayle's hands too.

"I'm glad to be with you here, too m-mister p-president?" He stuttered since he doesn't even recognize Mr. Wayle yet.

"Mister Wayle, just call me mister Wayle," Mr. Wayle had deciphered so that Caruss could easily call him.

Caruss directly glanced at him because of what has been heard. He was being stupefied by a dazed that knocked him for a loop, concluding that the guy he certainly avoiding has the same last name as the man he has an interview with.

"Damn!  Why does it seem like time will always bind us with Greg as I keep ignoring him? What did this man and Greg get to do with each other? I hope only the last name is related to them, and nothing more," he worried much to himself and could hardly figure out why time will always meet them with Greg.

"I had already reviewed your applications and I know a little bit about you," said Mr. Wayle, resting down on his haunches in a chair.

"Application?" Caruss was in a sudden equitable shock. "Uhm...as far as I had remembered I didn't submit any documents here to apply," his thoughts were marveled why.

"Oh?" Mr. Wayle was astounded to hear. "I'm sorry? It's just that, your stepmother had handed me all your applications that you'd sent to our former partners," he explained to Caruss.

"My apology Mr. W-Wayle," Caruss admitted a sorry and even got to bow in front of Mr. Wayle.

"No, it's fine. Well, I'm not going to be personal here but I would like you to ask why do you need a job?" Mr. Wayle directly asked him and stared into his eyes.

"You know, I just could not fully imagine that the only son of Lord Pearson who will inherit his property and wealth someday will be going to work outside from his firm," he tried to decipher since he couldn't believe why Caruss need a job.

"Wait, if Greg and Mr. Wayle are blood relatives and if they are still close to each other, shouldn't he also ask me about the incident that happened between us with Greg?" Caruss pondered the confusion that drew in his mind.

"The truth is, I just want to encounter how to work in the lowest position," he tried to explain even though he still felt a little nervous.

"Though I have the image of our name, what will matter to me is the things that I will learn from this job. I knew that those experiences will strengthen and mold me for my future success," he added with conviction.

"Hmm," Mr. Wayle moved his head in a downward motion and raised an eyebrow as he instantly reckoned of Caruss' justification. "I'm impressed about how you think, that no matter what wealth you have, still, you dare to fight your will and you know how to be humble. Just keep it up."

"Your compliments are highly appreciated, Mr. Wayle," he replied with a smile on his face. "Uhm... may I ask something?" He stammered every word that came out of his mouth.

"Drop it," Mr. Wayle widened his cheeks and offered him the time to speak.

"I...I would like to ask if you still have vacancies from your lowest departments?" Caruss bowed down his head to think he wasn't sure what Mr. Wayle would be going to think of him that he was too demanding.

"I'm sorry but your stepmother made a request," Mr. Wayle objected to him. "She demanded that you will work in my company with a position that you deserve," he gently rationalized.

"But Mr. Wayle, I have to..." Caruss insisted with his surprising hand gestures.

"Young Pearson, you came from one of the most powerful and influential families all over Greentown State. I'm afraid to what will people think of you," Mr. Wayle interrupted Caruss with a question as it wished to indicate his final decision.

Caruss drew a pensive and remorseful face with a slightly flat jaw. "Mr. Wayle, I don't care about them," he sadly said. "I just want to live with my own feet and out from my father's sovereignty," he even reasoned and convinced Mr. Wayle to work in the position he desired for.

"Your stepmother trusted me a lot and I don't want to disappoint her. I would love to let you do the job you want but you're not suitable to work from any lowest departments. Perhaps, you will be our new sales and marketing manager," Mr. Wayle showed Caruss an ironic attempt of positivity with a grinning face and smiling eyes. This could be mean accepting the job that will be assigned to him.

"M-Mr. Wayle, I don't seem to fit in that kind of position. I think I am not ready to be a manager yet," Caruss promptly responded since he knew in himself that he was not yet capable enough to be a manager.

Meanwhile, Greg got back to the company and hurriedly talked to the woman at the desk near his father's office.

"Is he busy now?" Greg asked as he approached and even got a pointed snout in his father's office.

"Yes, and we can't just intrude on his exclusive job interview," the woman replied politely.

"What time will they finish?" Greg enunciated more questions to her.

"I don't know to be exact, sir, but I think fifteen minutes is long enough," the woman smiled at him.

"Fifteen minutes?" Greg expressed a higher intonation that he couldn't believe. "Huh, I don't want to waste my time here," he laughed inwardly.

"Why, is there a problem, sir?" The woman was confused, and there's a line drawn on her furrowed head.

"I left my phone inside his office and there's a schedule that I still need to catch up with," Greg answered promptly with mixed annoyance.

"Our apology, but the best option is to wait," the woman tried to calm him down.

"Damn! I can't just wait here. Maybe you can take my phone right there since you are his secretary," Greg gave a demand order to her.

"I'm sorry but it's my job to follow only his orders," the woman exclaimed to him.

"Fine! Then, I will take it by myself," Greg rolled his eyes and mumbled. The woman tried to stop him but he was still reluctant to enter the office.

"What do you certainly want to experience at lower departments?" Mr. Wayle's modest question to Caruss.

"I know you won't be going to believe me but I just want to experience serving my fellow men. At your most found vacancies even it could be a closet cleaner or janitor," Caruss replied without complaining and was willing to do something from the lowest assignment. He felt satisfied with the question Mr. Wayle had asked him.

"Are you serious? You're kidding me," Mr. Wayle's voice became very unconscious and shocked with noise since he didn't expect the kind of job Caruss wanted to be.

"No... I just-" Caruss would have to explain further but their little meeting has been disrupted when someone appeared. It was Greg who came and Caruss had no other way now to escape from him.

"I beg your pardon if I disturbed you," Greg enunciated a greeting when he finally entered.

Mr. Wayle was surprised, which caused him to move onto his feet from the seat. "What are you doing here?" He supplemented a question accompanied by his arrogant tension.

Caruss' inner voice raised a screaming interrogation to himself. "Oh, shit! Is that Greg?" His eyes widened, his mouth was being tight-lipped and his cheeks were flushed after seeing Greg's image into his front.

 "No! No, no, no! This can't be!" There's a blue gradient at the top of his face too, losing its color with a cold sweat that makes him tremble in fear, a sense of his ironic embarrassment and self-consciousness with a 'ghost flying' from his mouth.

Greg's reaction was pointful. He was shocked to see Caruss out of the blue and wondered why that jerk fagot was talking to his father.

"You?" His gape went straight to Caruss as he was painfully inflamed.

"Gregory, I'm talking to you. What are you doing here?" Mr. Wayle raised his voice deep, wanting to be noticed by Greg instead to be embarrassed in front of Caruss. 

"Father? I must suppose to ask you," Greg confronted his father with a rollercoaster of different emotions. "What was that person doing here? Do you know how much I loathe that jerk fagot, huh?"

"Don't make any humiliation here. He's my guest," said Mr. Wayle when he moved towards his son.

"Guest? Huh, with nothing else to do but spread some kind of a shame? He's not a guest!" Greg enunciated a loud pitching tone.

Caruss was tight-lipped in disbelief. He never thought that Mr. Wayle was indeed Greg's father.  He was now reckless since he couldn't think much about what to do.

Greg glared at Caruss and lifted a point. "Do you still have the thought of stepping here? I don't think you came here only for a job. Are you planning to get close to me, huh?"

"Don't talk rudely to him, Gregory," Mr. Wayle restrained his son.

"Father, haven’t you wondered what kind of person you’re talking to right now?" Greg promptly asked his father as if trying to embarrass Caruss and bring out its real stench. "Why would you give him a place here in your company? That person is a disgrace!"

He even turned his gaze back to Caruss. "As for you, fagot! Just find someone who will make you happy in bed. Don't make fantasies about me anymore. You're a disgusting jerk!"

"Enough! Don't talk to him like that!" Mr. Wayle just yelled to restrain Greg from reciting inadequately.

"He deserved to be slandered because of what he did to me," Greg expanded with arrogance.

"Did you certainly reach here just to insult him?" Mr. Wayle frankly asked.

"No, I just want my phone back. I have never thought we'd finally met here," Greg elucidated while soothing his mouthpiece.

"Then get your phone and leave right away," Mr. Wayle made an intense demand to Greg and even got to point his hand at the door.

"Father, that jerk fagot was the reason why my image was being tarnished. All of my promotions were pending after he ruined everything I worked for!" Greg tried to clarify something. He would reason since he wanted his father to know what Caruss has committed.

"Do I need to care about you after what you've done?" Mr. Wayle articulated an affront to him. "You had just insulted the son of Lord Pearson who has the major stockholder of our company.  It's even more embarrassing for you, Gregory! I didn't raise you like that. Where are your manners, huh?"

"I'm sorry. Maybe I was just carried away by my resentment," Greg further explained to his father as he apologized. His downcast face with a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead exhibited regrets to things he had done wrong.

"You didn’t change, Gregory since you still have that kind of attitude. Remember that you ask a favor from me, you should be nice to him," Mr. Wayle had two puffs of steam blowing out of his nose, as if in a huff or fuming when he faced Greg again.

"My apology, father," Greg would sorry and even bow in front of his father, a sign of his respect and remorse for what he was doing.

"Then, I came to my senses immediately," said Mr. Wayle when he was able to think and decide. "I regret why I let you be spoiled. Now, I want you to get mature and change. The jerk fagot you have known will be your boss from now on. Just work for him within two months and you will get the fifty million cash as your reward."

"What?" Greg's mouth pointed downwards with his nostrils flared outwards that he was surprised at his father's abrupt decision. "No, way! Father, are you making fun of me?" He underwent a mental rejection of something untrue.

"I am fucking serious," Mr. Wayle made a substantial choice and he could not revoke it.