The CEO's Daughter

My father is Horatio Finn. He is one of the most important businessmen in the world today, he's an important CEO and I am his only daughter.

Everyone is after him, although they always respect his privacy since the accident with my mother. She died in a car accident when I was 7 years old.

All 3 of us were there, so my father and I, surviving, had to go to a lot of therapies and support each other all this time, for that reason, we are so close. He is my best friend.

My name is Minerva Finn, I'm 19 years old and a freshman in college majoring in Mass Communications. My dream has always been to become the best and most well-known film and television editor... and to win an Oscar.

“Where are we going this summer?,” I said with a little more obviousness and enthusiasm, When I greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, before having breakfast.

I thought today would be a great day, as the vacations were approaching and so was our outing together.

Every year after my mother died, my father would take me on his trips around the world, visiting all the corporations he owned in various countries to see how things were going.

It always took him about 3 months, which is how much vacation time I got every summer.

“About that, daughter, I don't know if we'll be able to go on the trip this year,” said my father with a bit of disappointment.

“What? Why?," my voice sounded a little sadder than I wanted it to, as my father turned to look at me for a moment as he approached my university.

“There have been some minor problems in several facilities and I must go, the problem is that I don't think you can go, princess.” He wouldn't take his eyes off the track, but every once in a while he turned to look at me.

“But Dad, you're the CEO, you can do as you please!” Although I sounded like a spoiled immature self, I was right. Why couldn't he take me?

My father sighed and parked in front of my college. I looked out the window and saw all my classmates and many other people. I had no idea who they were.

“It's not that easy, Minerva. I will always be in meetings and we won't be able to go out as we always do,” my father put a hand on mine and shook it gently. “I'm so sorry honey, I know these trips are important for both of us.”

I averted my gaze to the window and took a deep breath to hold back the tears that wanted to spill out of my eyes at any moment.

I rushed over to my father, gave him a kiss on the cheek and said goodbye with an "I love you".

I got out of the car as fast as I could and closed the door before I heard what my father was saying to me. I crossed the street carefully and prepared to enter the college.

“It's not worth getting sad about this, Minerva.”

Although, well, it would be the first summer after 12 years of spending it together, as father and daughter.

This summer was not going to be the same as the previous ones, it would be boring and monotonous. I would be alone every day. But on second thought, I could have parties and I could invite my friends to stay over, a kind of sleepover and those kinds of things I never had the chance to do.

The whole morning went on as usual. Classes were boring because I was very sleepy and the night before I hadn't slept because I was wasting my valuable time on life-consuming websites.

While my brain didn't work as well as it should in the mornings, in the afternoon I was very active and awake so I could intervene and speed up the class. I loved my career, so I was one of the top performers.

I met with my friends to discuss plans for the summer vacation, informing them that I would not be going with my father on our usual trip.

Of course, they were excited because I was going to spend the whole vacation with them, and in a way I was too, although a little less enthusiastic.

It was already around 2pm and I was on my way home.

I had my headphones on with the music on my iPod at almost full volume. I couldn't even hear my thoughts.

I noticed there was no lock so I assumed my father had arrived much earlier than he ever did. I took off my headphones and closed the door. I greeted my mother's painting with a kiss and left my backpack at the entrance.

I heard two male voices in the kitchen talking excitedly.

One I recognized, it was my father's, the other sounded much younger than my father, but it was still quite thick. I walked into the kitchen and found my father talking to someone, who at that moment had his back to me.

“Oh, Minerva. I'm glad you're here, I want to introduce you to someone.” My father as well as the stranger stood up. My father approached me, put his arm behind my back and made me step forward to introduce me to the stranger. He continued speaking, “This is Ethan and he will be your bodyguard all this summer.”

Ethan extended his hand to me and smiled. I looked at him and detailed him better. He had black hair, his eyes were grayish blue and he was quite tall, a little taller than my father.

I couldn't lie, it was quite handsome.

After a few seconds without saying or doing anything, I remembered my father's words.

“Wait, wait. Bodyguard, you said?” I looked at him in confusion.

“Yes, I hired him to take care of you for the three months I'll be out of the country,” my father said as if it was the best idea he ever had.

“Are you serious? I don't need a babysitter to take care of me these 3 months. I'm 19, not 13, Dad.” I crossed my arms and looked angrily at Ethan, “I don't need a babysitter to be with me all this time, I know how to take care of myself.”

“Wait, wait, I'm not a babysitter,” Ethan began to speak, making a movement with his hands, but my father interrupted him.

“How did you do it at your friend Isabella's party? I don't think so, Minerva,” my father sounded very serious. He walked out of the kitchen to his office. He stopped at the door and waited for me to come in, “Give us a few minutes, Ethan,” my father closed the door behind him and looked at me.

“I'm not going to have a babysitter every time I leave the house. I'm not willing to do that.” I spoke a little calmer, but my arms were still crossed.

“The decision has already been made, daughter. I hired him because I don't want to run the risk of something happening to you. Minerva, understand, I don't want to lose you, you're the only thing I have left,” my father paused and approached me, grabbing me gently by the arms. “Give him a chance, he's a great kid. He's trained for this kind of work, so I read his file.”

I took a deep breath and averted my gaze to the beautiful view I had of the city.

I reflected on the matter. My father was right, I should give him a chance, it's not like he was going to stay in the house for the 3 months of his absence or something.

I smiled and looked at my father.

“All right, I'll give it a chance. But why didn't you ask me first?”

“I tried, but you slammed the car door in my face while I was telling you,” he looked at me disapprovingly for that action.

I lowered my head with some embarrassment.

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“I am very sorry.”

“All right, honey,” he hugged me warmly and kissed me on the forehead. “Now go out and be polite to Ethan.”

“Ok.” I said without much enthusiasm and left my father's office.

Why did it have such an ugly name?

I went to the living room where the nanny was supposed to be, but he wasn't there. I looked around strangely and started looking for him, going first to the kitchen.

Since he wasn't there, I walked to the bathroom under the stairs, knocked on the door and asked if he was there. No one answered. Suddenly, I heard noise upstairs. I went upstairs and saw that my room was open.

I went in and found this Ethan searching my things.

“Hey, what do you think you're doing?” I said annoyed.

“What do you think I'm doing?” He turned around, looked at me for a moment and then continued looking at some photos he had on a shelf.

I walked over and stood between him and my photos.

“Why do you see other people's things?” I looked at him angrily, crossing my arms.

“I was just looking at the house. Your father said I could.”

“No, my father didn't say that, my father said to excuse us for a few minutes.”

“Isn't it the same thing?,” he stood in front of the desk where I had my course books and my computer.

He picked up one of my books and leafed through it.

“Of course it's not the same!,” I sighed and tried to take the book from him, but he was quicker and picked it up so I couldn't reach it.

He was playing with my patience.

“So you're studying social communication.” He spoke with disinterest, while grimacing.

“Yes, what's wrong with it?,” I managed to take the book from him and put it back.

“Nothing, it's just that this career is for lazy people who don't like to study.” I took a deep breath so as not to hit him.

Enough is enough, he wants to play with fire, let's play with fire.