Chapter 8

Jordan's POV

"Where the hell is my business card?" I screamed.

Shit. I think I left it in the club house, but where exactly? Did I give it to the fake client? The memories are still vague, but I don't remember giving it to him. What if I left it in the room?

I sigh in defeat and come downstairs for breakfast.

"Lucy, why is your eyes swollen?" Rosie asked with concern.

"It's nothing baby, eat okay?" Lucy said, casting a nervous glance at me before smiling at Rosie.

"What happened to you Lucy?" I asked with concern etched on my face?

"It's nothing. I will be fine," she said, looking everywhere but at me.

We finish breakfast in silence and I head back to my room.

"Leaving again?" Rosie asked with a pout.

"Yes baby. I need to get to work." I said, carrying her up and down.

"Can I come with you, please? I'm so bored here," she said with puppy eyes I couldn't resist.

I sighed in defeat. "Fine, fine. You can come with me I'm your princess dress." I said.

"Yahhh, thank you Jordan. I'll have Lucy dress me up now," she said and ran towards the stairs.

I wait for a little while before she reappears with a cute pink dress.

"You are so beautiful," I said, meaning every word.

We walked to the car and met the younger driver instead of Mr. Grits.

"Where did you go to drive school?" I asked with a commanding voice.

"Emmm, Sir, I... actually... I," he stammered on.

"Keep it to yourself. I guess you didn't learn etiquettes right?" I asked with a sneer.

"I'm sorry Sir. No, I mean, yes, I... Let me open the doors." He said with an embarrassing blush.

I really need to speak with Mr. Grits concerning the people he allows to drive me.

"Well, what the hell are you waiting for?" I asked as he looks at me through the review mirror.

"Oh, right, right. Sorry Sir," he said and drives off.

I allowed Rosie to walk in front of me towards my private elevator when we got to my company.

Getting to my office, I met Jason sitting comfortably on my chair.

"Jason?" Rosie called out, more surprised than excited.

"Now, who do we have here?" Jason asked with amusement.

He turns to look at me.

"Look who said he never mixes business with pleasure. Why did you bring her here? To become your heir after you die?" Jason asked with a sneer.

"What are you doing here Jason," I asked in a warning voice to tell him he shouldn't say what he shouldn't say in front of Rosie.

However, he was having none of it. "It will be my company soon enough. I was just getting familiar with my soon to be office and decided to be an acquaintance of this chair too. It's so comfortable." He said, rotating the chair and mocking a moan.

"Who let you in here?" I asked in anger.

He cocks his head in bemusement and smiled at me. "I have my ways brother. You forget we share something similar. You are my twin after all," He said.

Shit! That will explain the funny way my workers glared at me when I entered the company.

"What do you want Jason,"' I ask in defeat, not ready for a fight.

"You're not oblivious Twin brother, you know what I want. Remember you have a limit, tick-tock." he said standing up.

"Never come here again. Ever! I said to him when he was halfway gone.

My voice attracted curious gossips from my workers, who peeped from the glass window. However, they were intelligent to know that their jobs were at risks should they do that.

I sigh in exhaustion and pressed the door remotes.

"Jordan, are you alright? Jason is such a jerk isn't he?" Rosie asked, walking towards me.

"Heyyy, who taught you that word?" I asked in disbelief.

"Aunty Lucy called him that this morning when he came over," she said, her smile dropping.

"Oh Rosie. Those words are for adults alone. Don't use the word again, okay?" I said, reassuring her.

"Okay. Thank you. What can I help you with?" She asked, her smile returning.

"Just sit here and watch what I do. Office work is really boring anyways" I said, returning her smile.

"Can we go to the ice-cream shop after work? Pleaseeee," she whined and I had to agree.

"Okay baby. Anything for you." I said.

I finish work earlier than I expected and walked towards the exit.

"That's his daughter, isn't she?"

"But he's gay. Did he adopt her?"

"He looks so handsome. I can jilt my boyfriend right now if he just looks at me."

"I think he's hotter than his twin. Look at his face. Oh my God."

"My greek God. Why doesn't he smile? He's so cold."

I keep hearing comments from my workers until I enter my car. I roll my eyes at the driver as he starts taking us home.

"Can't you at least ask where I want to go? It's obvious you're desperate to lose your job. Get out now. I'll drive myself." I said, pissed off at the man's lack of enthusiasm.

"I'm sorry Sir. I love my job so much, I don't want to lose it please," he started to cry, but one look at my face shut him up.

I hate repeating myself to anyone, not alone a complete stranger.

He quickly scrambled out of the car and watched as I put Rosie in the passenger seat.

"Take care of yourself," I said, throwing some cash to him before zooming off.

"That's not nice and you know it," Rosie said from the back.

"He is not competent enough. Whatever job you are given, I expect you to do it to perfection and not frolick around," I said sternly.

"Hmm, that's debatable," was her sardonic reply as we drove off to the park.