The Decision-2

My employees know me as the cold-hearted boss because I never hang out or talk to them unless it's business-related, including Andrea. I love treating them the way a ruthless businessman should.

I strongly believe they need to fear me for them to strive and work their best.

Andrea has always been cool, sexy, and exceptionally efficient. She also doesn't seem to care about my cruelness. As much as she's reliable, she's damn hot as well and keeps things interesting in the office when she tries to flirt with me every chance she gets.

Yes, it's extremely hard to resist any woman in stilettos or tight-fitting clothing showing off their sexy behinds, but I know better than to get involved with one of my employees.

My main rule: Don't mix business with pleasure.

I willed myself to concentrate on the papers scattered on my desk. It didn't take much time, and all of my senses were consumed reading contracts, while the time just passed by in a blur.

It was half-past six when I'm done.

I quickly took out my black leather suitcase, and hurriedly stuffed all the files that needed my attention while I was away.

Andrea was gone by five-thirty, with only the janitor, patiently waiting for me to lock the office.

I took the coat hanging at the back of my chair and shrugged it on carelessly, then grabbed my suitcase in a brisk, and I strode towards the door, locking it behind me.

"Thank you, Joe," I nod at the older janitor — a short and stout Mexican — as I headed to the elevator.

"You're welcome, Mr. Demakis." He nods his head as he gave me a small tight smile.

There are times that I felt remorseful when I sense fear in them towards me, but at the same time, I felt that it was just right to fear me.

As I walked out of the building, I saw Pancho, my driver, waiting for me beside the black-armored Mercedes car, parked in front of my building, waiting.

He opened the door for me as soon as I got closer, and I thanked him, handing him my suitcase, I slid into the back seat.

Pancho has been working for me since I started my own company.

A big muscle-packed guy. He used to be an FBI agent. He's very professional, and the only person who knows me well enough to never fear my temper, earning my utmost respect.

"JFK Airport, Mr. Demakis?" Pancho inquired with his stoic face.

I crossed my leg over the other, meeting his eyes through the rearview mirror.

"Yes, Pancho," I responded briefly, before closing my eyes, and languidly leaning my back against the back support of the seat.

The flight took ten hours to get to Eleftherios Venizelos Airport, in Athens, Greece.

Taylor picked me up and drove me home. I was exhausted from a sleepless trip, so I needed to freshen myself up with cold water before driving to my grandparents' mansion.

They only live twenty minutes away from my place, giving me plenty of time.

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Theodore Demakis' POV

Athens, Greece, Demakis' Mansion

"I guess you already have an idea of why I called you into my office, Stavros?"

I noticed that intent look he was giving me.

He looks exhausted.

When was the last time my grandson had a decent sleep?

"Have you been sleeping lately, son?" I asked, eyeing him worriedly.

He shook his head.

"Just these past few days, papou."

He leaned on his back as he lazily watched me, stretching out his long legs.

I couldn't help but observed him, proud of the man he has become.

This is my one and only grandson, the only heir of the empire my brother and I worked so hard for all our lives.

The Demakis Empire run by the Demakis brothers, ages 73 and 55, is the parent company of several businesses owned by our family.

The Demakis Empire includes the financial institution, Demakis Bank, a large amount of real estate, and one of the largest art collections in the country.

The Demakis Bank is known to be the most solvent financial institution in Greece; a testament to the Demakis brothers' business acumen, who in a few years expanded the family business greatly, despite the Global Financial Crisis.