Brandon glared at the golden plaque on the door that seemed to mock him: "Ethan Asher, CEO." So, apparently, that dick was the CEO of Wings. That explained a lot. And now, Brandon was never going to get that job he had hoped for so much, the one that was supposed to help him take care of his pressing bills. If only he had known, he would have kept his mouth shut like the others. Look where being bold and vocal had gotten him. Nevertheless, he still couldn't stand being degraded. He has had his fair share of that experience and had sworn to his late mom that he would never be in such a position again, regardless of what or who.
For Ethan to be the CEO and treat people like this, he must be a soulless leader with no remorse. People working under him must have seen heaven and hell while doing so.
With every passing hour, his hope that Ethan had actually intended to listen, apologize, or say something worthwhile gradually faded—until it was gone. Who was he kidding? People like Ethan never saw themselves doing something as 'shallow' as apologizing or committing to be better.
“All right, I’m leaving,” Brandon finally said. He had better things to do with his time than sit in this ridiculously fancy room and wait for hours for an audience with the resident dictator.
“You can’t!” the secretary said. “Mr. Ethan asked you to wait. You will wait.”
Brandon scoffed and stood up. “I’m going.”
The woman—Becky, if he remembered correctly—sprang to her feet, panic flashing across her face. “You must stay. Please. I’ll be the one getting the heat of his anger if his orders aren’t carried out. Please—don’t make me lose my job. I have kids to take care of,” she pleaded.
Brandon sighed and dropped back into his chair. Sometimes being a nice person sucked; it really did. But he didn’t want the poor woman to suffer because of him. “Why don’t you quit instead of working for that asshole?”
Becky grimaced and turned back to her computer. “Please don’t talk about Mr. Asher that way,” she whispered.
Brandon rolled his eyes. “Come on, he isn’t here. Why are you all so scared of him? He’s just a guy.”
Becky shot him a look that reminded Brandon of the way his sister looked at adorable but utterly clueless men.
The phone on her desk rang. From the way her entire body stiffened, Brandon could guess who it was.
She picked it up. “Yes, sir,” she said timidly. “No, sir… Yes, of course, I’ll do it right away… The press is ready, yes… Of course, sir… They said they’d get your interview by five o’clock… Of course, sir… Yes, sir.”
Brandon scoffed. He hadn’t thought people still addressed their bosses as “sir” in the twenty-first century. With all the development? It sounded pretty archaic. It was so weird. He had worked in a couple of places before, although not as prominent this one, but everyone addressed their exec by their first name. No cowering and worshipping a man who must have been spoon-fed because he was too young to be a CEO—he couldn’t be much older than twenty, maybe thirty at most.
“Yes, sir… Of course. Yes, he’s still waiting for you. Right away, sir.” Becky hung up and exhaled. Then she looked at Brandon. “Go. He’s waiting for you.”
Brandon was kind of tempted to rub it in his face and leave, but that would be foolish and all his waiting would be in vain. Besides, Becky would really get in trouble. Why not go in there and express his feelings without sugar-coating his words? After all, he had already lost the job opportunity for sure. What else was there to lose? Possibly, his bravery if he didn't stand up to Ethan until the end.
Quickly, he marched into the man’s office. The door clicked shut behind him, cutting off all the sounds from outside the room.
Brandon cleared his throat.
Ethan lifted his gaze from his computer. He was leaned back in his chair, his posture seemingly relaxed. He had removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, revealing strong forearms built with thick muscle. Thick. Powerful. Everything about this man screamed strength and power, from his wide shoulders to the biceps straining his white shirt. His emotionless face with gleaming dark eyes just added to the whole nerve-racking package.
He was intimidating, and it took a lot of breathing exercises and brief meditation for Brandon not to apologize and bid him a good day. His palms were sweaty, and he was fidgeting. How could one man have such an effect on another human being?
They stared at each other for a long moment, the seconds slowly passing by.
Finally, Brandon couldn’t take it anymore. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Well?” he said, breaking the silence first. “You wanted to see me, why? Be quick, I have more pressing things to do.”
Ethan’s eyebrows twitched. He was probably surprised Brandon wasn’t tripping over his own feet to please him, as everyone else did. And, he hadn't given up the attitude, too.
Then, Ethan looked at the sheet of paper in front of him and said, “Brandon Nate Daniel, twenty-three years old. Lives alone with his sister who’s in college. Bachelor of Management and Administration and professional chef recently graduated from August University. Top of his class—”
“What the fuck?” Brandon said, more confused than angry. “Did you stalk me?”
Ethan gave him a flat look. “I don’t ‘stalk’ anyone. I have people who gather information for me.”
“You mean you have people whose job it is to stalk other people?”
“Sit.”
“I’m good, thanks.”
“Sit.” Ethan’s voice was like a whip.
Brandon wasn’t proud of himself, but he did as he was told. He didn’t know what it was about this man that made it very difficult to disobey him.
“Now what?” Brandon grumbled.
Ethan’s heavy gaze made him want to squirm. “You do realize that your behavior today was very unwise, considering you needed the job?” Although it was a question, there was so little inflection in Ethan’s voice that it seemed like a statement.
Brandon tensed up when he realized what Ethan was implying. “Are you threatening me?” Then he recollected himself. “I know I already lost it. So, what?”
“I have better things to do with my time than threaten little boys who have no knowledge about companies and how they function.”
Brandon clenched his fists on his thighs. “Then what is this? Why did you make me wait for ages to tell me that?”
Ethan’s expression was dismissive. “You were the one who swayed the others into becoming a nuisance. I simply took the bad egg out so that the rotten smell wouldn't get out of hand. You were making the environment unbearable for my employees. But I didn’t intend to make you wait this long. I simply forgot about you—until security sent me a file on you.”
Brandon spluttered with indignation. Ethan had forgotten about him? But before he could say anything, the dickhead continued.“Considering your condition, you really needed this job. Sabotaging the only shot you had at getting it and antagonizing a major company is beyond stupid. I’m surprised by your lack of foresight.”Brandon’s chest tightened. He had known that instigating the protest was a little risky if he wanted to secure this job. But he never knew that the jerk he had been raw to was in charge of giving him that opportunity, or even an opportunity at all. He just messed it up.“Or was it supposed to be your strategy for getting my attention?” Ethan said, his voice dry and sarcastic. “Then I’ll have to say that you did a terrible job. I won't have street and untrained employees.”Brandon raged. He had prepared so hard in hopes of getting the job. Now that this douchebag was stating it clearly, Brandon realized the number of things the mouthwatering salary could have done for
Brandon left Ethan’s office, unsure whether to laugh or cry. Getting a job at Wings Group had really become a dream come true. He had never intended to stage a protest or force that jerk to acknowledge him, but the situation had turned in his favor. His simple goal was to go there, apply, interview, and maybe get rejected. But now, he was a personal assistant to the CEO of Wings Group, Ethan Asher—the exact opposite of what he’d wanted. Yet here he was, a PA to Ethan Asher, CEO of Wings Group.The trip to Human Resources turned out to be surprisingly welcoming. Brenda, a nice young woman with a lovely smile and curves, greeted him warmly. Somehow, in the short time between Brandon leaving Ethan’s office and finding the HR department, she already had the contract ready. In any other circumstances, Brandon would have flirted with her, but he was too frustrated now.“Wow, you got it done within a short time?” Brandon said, skimming over the contract.Brenda laughed a little. “When you w
Brenda grimaced a little. “He’s… a complicated one.” She smiled at him. “I see something different in you. This time around, this PA is going to get through and finish his contract. I believe in you. But a word of advice: make sure to stay almost invisible around him and don’t expect him to be different towards you or to tolerate mistakes just because you’re new. He doesn’t tolerate excuses.”“That’s very reassuring,” Brandon said with a chuckle. “But thanks for the warning. I appreciate it, really. You just saved me from getting fired. With all these heads up, I’m sure to do better.”Blushing, she smiled, looking slightly confused. “I’m not even sure why I told you all of that. I could lose my job.”Brandon grinned. “Who’s snitching among us? No one. He would never find out. Besides, I have a rare condition which doesn’t allow me to betray people who trust me.”“Really? And what’s the name?”“It doesn’t have a name yet.”“What a joker,” she chuckled.He really had never told on peop
Annoyed, Ethan said nothing, just laid a heavy hand on Brandon’s nape, and directed him towards the door unceremoniously, his touch like a burning iron.Suppressing the urge to snap that he was perfectly capable of walking by himself, Brandon took a deep breath, in and out. This wasn’t him. He wasn’t this easily annoyed guy. He had his cool.He was better than that. He should take the high ground and not let Ethan get to him. He could handle some attitude. He could handle being bossed around. He could even handle being treated like his opinion on his own clothes didn’t matter. He could suck it up and deal with it. After all, employees got this frequently. The difference was that he was a dick's employee. One who would make him cry wolf for humiliating him.As rough as this gets, he needed the money to take care of his needs, and it was a great employment opportunity that would change his life forever once he gets through it.Besides, it was not as if he had a lifelong stay here. He w
Brandon never knew that Satan had a sibling living on Earth until he met Ethan. He realized that Ethan was either ruling Hell with his brother or was totally in charge. Most times, he wished that Ethan would meet a terrible end and justice would be served in his afterlife. But, that would be a waste of energy because Ethan might be a reincarnation of someone from the afterlife. How could a human being with a conscience be so cruel? Or maybe it was just him. This one was soulless. No heart. No soul. Just a handsome, tall billionaire occupying a body. It was so hilarious when many people spoke kindly of him, talking about how he had helped them in life because he was involved in so many charity events and really did give back to society. Was he trying to maintain a good image while being a terrible human being? How pathetic! He should be proud of nature to the core. However, who would believe a servant over such an adorable master? People would see it as Brandon trying to make him l
“Did you give Brenda the job to finish?” Ethan asked as soon as Brandon walked into the office.Brandon replied, “No. I thought I should go ahead and finish it up since I already swiftly ran your other errands.”“Is that thick head of yours filled with disobeying instructions? Fucking give Brenda the job to do!” Ethan lashed out at Brandon.For the first time, Brandon felt like a success, having had the capacity to get under Ethan’s skin. He decided to continue pushing his buttons. “Sorry, Brenda that works at HR, right?”“Why would you ask me such a silly question?”“It gets confusing. Becky and Brenda.”Ethan retorted, “After months of working here, you are just unbelievable. Brenda works at HR and Becky is my receptionist. Have you gotten that into your thick skull now?”“Yes sir,” Brandon said, scowling. “I booked you the most luxurious hotel this time. I thought you need a change of atmosphere. I know it is not my place to object, but how could you finish the numerous condoms I g
Brandon stared at Ethan, unsure how to feel about it. He actually didn’t know how to help and wouldn’t be pleased to be transferred to someone else like a hand-me-down document. Looking at the bright side, the person might be nicer than Ethan. He definitely wouldn’t mind working for whoever it was. But on the other hand, it would feel like he had suffered for nothing all these months if he switched to another job now. There were just roughly four months to go until he won the bet. Not to mention that he had no intention of making a career as a PA just as he didn’t have the intention to remain a chef. He was a manager and administrator, and a pretty damn good one. He was a PA now only because he was Ethan’s. He had a point to make, a bet to win. The most painful thing for him was watching Ethan get stripped of his hard work.“Thanks for asking my opinion,” Brandon muttered under his breath. Turning to the door, Ethan stopped him.“Go get more condoms. The ones you got won’t be enough
Brandon still didn't understand why Ethan needed to change his shirts in-between meetings. Becky had mentioned that their boss was very sensitive to smells and didn't like even a hint of sweat on his clothes—which was why Brandon also kept a change of clothes at work—but it still seemed ridiculous to him.He picked up the discarded shirt and sniffed it. It smelled perfectly nice: of skin and Ethan's subtle cologne or aftershave—Brandon still wasn't sure what it was, but it smelled really good. "It smells fine," he said.Ethan ignored him.A ringtone broke the silence. Brandon twitched before realizing it was Ethan's personal phone. Answering it, he said something in Italian.Brandon handed him the fresh shirt, trying not to eye his boss's muscular torso enviously. Man, it just wasn't fair. He wished he had a body that good. Not that Brandon didn't have some decent muscles, but Ethan's muscle definition was just… yeah. Brandon glanced enviously at those broad shoulders, thick biceps,