The Boss's Boss

Daisy studied the menu of treatments available at the Spa, and decided to skip her usual porcelain fix in favor of deep tissue pampering. She'd been waxed two weeks ago so she skipped it. But the rest of the treatment designed to make one sexually irresistible was exactly what she needed and Ugo insisted on them.

While they were getting ready to begin, Daisy's mother walked in, carrying with her the effortless aura of a billionaire's wife and the beauty of an ageless youth. Her skin was soft even without touching it. A look at Bridget Ledwig would have a man wishing for nothing but to give her anything she wants..

"Daisy honey, I can't believe the both of you planned on visiting the spa without me! How is that even fair."

"Mom!" Daisy called, rushing into her mother's already open arms.

"Come on here U-U." She beckoned to Ugo. Wrapping the girls tight in a hug, she smiled sweetly. "Edna told me you came." She whispered to their hearing alone. "Don't be mad at her. She just wanted me to come pay for the services. So that she can bill me comfortably without feeling guilty about it."

"That slimy-financial ripper." Ugo whispered.

"You want to sue her?" Bridget jokes.

"It's worth putting into consideration."

Daisy disengaged from her mother's bosom with a lovely smile. "You look amazing mom, I love the dress and the jewelry.

They headed back to their seats cheerfully while the spa attendants resumed prepping Ugo and Daisy for their massage session.

"Well, I got some jewelry for you girls. It's in the car." She told the excited girls. "Whatever they're doing, I'll do the same." She told the spa attendants.

A few minutes afterwards, they lay flat on their stomach as the masseuses did their magic with their hands.

Clearing her throat, Ugo spoke up from her position. "Mrs. Ledwig, have you met Brett Lexington?"

Daisy gaped at her. Ugo knew damn well that Bridget went nuts over any news about her daughter that is romantically inclined. And even the ones that are not.

Bridget hummed with her usual girlish excitement over a rich, handsome man. "Of course. He’s one of the richest men in the world. Number sixty-six or so if I recall correctly. A very driven young man, obviously, and a generous benefactor to many of the children’s charities I champion. Although he's continuously made the news for some ill stuff. But most of this news isn't always true, especially when it has to do with wealthy men. Some journalists can go to lengths just to tarnish one's image. You are a public servant, you do understand where I'm coming from, don't you, Ugo?"

"I do ma'am." Ugo replied.

"He’s got a reputation as a ladies’ man though, no doubt. But he's also known for his excellent taste in women. Do you like him?" She asked Ugo.

"Nah" Ugo grinned and ignored Daisy's violent head-shaking. "But I'll definitely be a hopeless crush anyway, since he’s crawling towards Daisy baby."

"Honey!" Bridget exclaimed. "I can’t believe you didn’t say anything. How could you not tell me something like that?"

Daisy looked at her mom whose face looked as gorgeous as ever even as she lay on the couch. Unlined, plumpy, spotless and looking very much like her. "There’s really nothing to tell mommy," Daisy insisted. "We’re just friends."

"Hmmm, we can do something about that." Bridget said, with a calculative look that struck fear in Daisy's heart. "I still don’t know how it escaped my mind that he's your Boss's Boss. I’m quite certain he was blown away the moment he saw you.

"Mom, wait, slow down. You just said something. You're saying Brett Lexington, he's....."

"Your Boss's Boss?"

"Yes, how... how is that even possible?"

Bridget shrugged. "Lexington is a business man. You work for Lex and Gibson remember." Daisy nodded. "Gibson Rayant is a co-founder of the firm."

Ugo whistled. "So that means the Lex in Lex and Gibson stands for Lexington?"

"Exactly." Bridget replied.

"Jesus!" Daisy whispered. "Mom, how do you know all of this, are you sure about this?"

"Honey, I'm married to a powerful man. Your father is a business man and I hear him talk about most of these men. Gossips move around wives and girlfriends too. And at times, I seek out certain information just to be on the know. You never know where you'll see yourself one day. Now tell me Honey, how smitten is Lexington?"

"Uhhh, Mom, it's not exactly like that." Daisy shook her head. "Please don’t start meddling. You’ll embarrass me."

"Nonsense! If anyone knows what to do with powerful men, it’s me."

Daisy cringed, and pushed her shoulders up to her ears. By the time her pedicure appointment came around, she rushed off and left her mother wondering what she had done wrong and Ugo giggling non-stop.

Daisy shut her eyes as the pedicurist started on her feet. She tried to imagine how she would get through the long night ahead. Yes, she is a fan of dressing up and looking pretty. But charity functions were a lot of work. Making small talk was exhausting, smiling nonstop was a pain, and engaging in conversations about businesses with people she doesn't would be boring. If it weren’t for her parents who always insisted that they attend these sort of events as a family, she would have offered a thousand and one excuses on why she wouldn't be attending.

After many lovely hours at the spa, Bridget and Ugo dropped Daisy off at her apartment while they went in search of a body shaper Bridget insisted that Ugo needed for her outfit to look perfect.

Daisy stepped into her apartment feeling downcast and angry at herself for agreeing to go to the fundraiser with Brett. At the time she agreed to it, she had no idea he owned the Royal-crest hotel. Neither did she know he owned clubs scattered all over Fairview. Nor did she know that he was her Boss's Boss. What else was she clueless about. At this rate, someone could possibly tell her that Brett owned the whole of Fairview and she wouldn't doubt them.

While she was still fuming, a call came into her phone from an unknown number.

"Hello." She spoke into the phone after picking up.

"Daiz." She heard his voice and knew who it was instantly.

"Is there any other thing you own that I don't know of?" She snapped.

"What?"

"You are my Boss's Boss, really Brett. And I'm just finding out from someone out there, Jeez!"

"That wasn't any doing of mine Daiz. It was just a coincidence."

"One that you decided to leverage on, right?" Silence. "What else do you own that is connected to me?"

There was a pause at the other end and Daisy held her breath understanding that indeed there was more. "Brett." She called.

"Your house." He said in a stiff voice.

"I'm your tenant?" Daisy asked.

"Daiz....."

"Is that also a coincidence?"

"I'm a block away from you, Daiz. Let the front desk know I’m coming." Brett suddenly said.

"What?" She asked, feeling like she missed a part in their conversation. "Coming where?"

"To your place. I'm almost at the front gate now. Call the desk, Daiz." He hung up and she stared at the phone, trying to absorb the fact that Brett was right outside her house.