I was utterly and completely frustrated with everyone. First it was waking me up early as fuck, 5 to be precise, to handle work my employees were paid to do. Then it was my personal assistant, Rebecca, sending me into a meeting at FR Inc. without warning. I was definitely suspicious about it when I first heard it, but I disregarded it after a while.

I knew the owner, Hakeem Robinson, was acting like the man of the hour, but was actually a literal amateur. From the interviews and podcasts he was presented on, he seemed egotistical and oblivious to how to run a company, despite him doing just that for the past three years. How he seemed to do it so perfectly baffled me in the utmost of ways, but I never questioned it.

His father and mines never got along in their youth, and my father had practically encrypted it in my mind that our companies would never come close together. So this morning when I heard about the meeting, I instantly concluded that this proposal had to come from him.

Hell, he was probably contacting me in private to help him run his company better.

I knew he had a sister, Navehya, but she was most likely working at the reception, watching how her brother made a fool out of the both of them. Certainly, their employees had to be the centre of their success, and I couldn't see past that.

I was beyond irritated, frustrated, and blantly annoyed with my entire staff. It was a complete set up and I looked like a fool in front of Navehya Robinson, who turned out to be the personal assistant to FR Inc.

I should've known shit was about to happen when I first walked in the fucking building. At the desk wasn't who I anticipated, the complete opposite to be exact. It wasn't Ms. Robinson who would be in the magazines and press claiming to be insufficient to the company, but it was a red headed woman who greeted me with a kind smile. I was taken back severly, but I masked it.

No way was I going to look shocked in front of someone.

I was always calculated with my moves, plotting all of them out to the fullest extent so I knew what to do at the slightest mix up. This time though, I was completely blinded and misguided. When I walked to the elevator, I saw Ms. Robinson in the flesh and instantly walked in with her and was about to ask for her brother. That was until I realized her attire that screamed businesswoman with a hint of casualty.

I was again shocked, so I pretended to be on my phone speaking to someone about an "important" issue. At first I disliked that I had to appear busy when in the presence of another big business, but I didn't want my shocked state and curiousty to ruin the entire meeting. I needed the temporary distraction.

But that didn't even prepare me for the bullshit that I found out mere moments later. When we finally reached the office, I assumed Hakeem would be waiting for us there, but when she walked in like she owned the room and settled her things on the conference table, all of my assumptions flew out the window. It didn't take me long to figure out that was her office.

I quickly recalculated my prior thought process and heaved a sigh to force myself to believe that she would simply take notes for her older brother. Wrong again. When she asked me why I wanted to have an alliance with FR Inc., I damn near choked on air. I couldn't believe the confidence she had to even mutter that sentence, especially to my face, and it took everything in me from not laughing in her face.

So I did the most logical thing I could. I left.

It was unexpected and rude of me I know, but I knew if I didn't leave right then and there, she would've witnessed an entire side of me that no one had truly seen. Everyone knew I didn't like to be set up or misled about arrangements, especially personal meetings. It was like pure venom towards my work ethic and credibility to being a business owner and it was why I have always hated surprises.

Upon rushing out, I was quick to contact my driver and demand him to pick me up. I was never the one to ask or request something from someone. It was a task you were obligated to do, and if you didn't, you were either fired with a target on your head, or killed with the target going through your head. My lifestyle was harsh and cruel, everyone in the business knew that, but they never made the move to transfer to someone or report me.

Where would they go that I didn't own and who would they tell who I didn't have on my payroll?

When I pushed the doors open and left with my driver back to Anderson Corporations, I quickly called my personal assistant, Rebecca, with fury and irritation clear in my tone.

Now, let's fast forward to the present.

"Why the fucking hell didn't you tell me what this meeting was about?" I gritted into the phone, clutching it severly

I could tell the unexpected bass in my voice startled my driver since he swerved slightly to the curb, and I snapped instantly making him refocus on the road. He mumbled a quick "sorry sir" and I nodded, going back to my conversation with Rebecca.

I didn't understand why she constantly did this behind my back, but it was becoming annoying. It had been plenty of times where she arranged meetings and told me one thing, just for it to be something completely different. It was getting to the point where I thought of firing her just to kill her, but my father always stopped me. For some fucking reason.

"Sir, your father insisted that I kept your knowledge limited about this arrangement. I apologize, but this was not my doing," She mumbled lowly lowly, almost to the point where I couldn't hear

I cursed under my breath at her idiotic accusations on my father and immediately felt a sense of rage wash over me before I could control it.

"Rebecca. Pack your fucking shit and leave that desk right fucking now. You're fired," I yelled and looked up to finally see we made it back to the company

With my phone still in hand, I pushed the car door open forcefully and walked to the entrance doors. Everyone quickly moved out of the way, clearly noticing that I wasn't in the mood and eventually carried on with what they were doing. I smiled sinisterly knowing their brains wouldn't be on the concrete pavement today.

I continued to walk through the lobby and on to the elevator, where it slowly took me to my office. When I finally made it up there, I saw Rebecca grabbing all of her things and struggling to make it to the door. I approached the doorway and laid on it watching her intensely. Other days I would help, or at least made other people help, but I couldn't give a fuck this time. It was finally her time to leave.

"Sir, could you please he-," She called, a prominent strain in her voice

A small smile stretched itself on my features as I nodded and moved behind her to forcefully but lightly push her out of my office. All of her things went scattering across the tile floor and I chuckled darkly. She better be glad it wasn't her appendix.

"Clean up your shit or leave it, I don't give a fuck, as long as your out of this building in the next thirty minutes." I spoke, the same force I used before becoming clearer through every word

She nodded frantically, grabbing all of her papers and folders and struggled to hold them up to her chest as she walked off. I smiled as I saw her figure finally descend down the stairs since I didn't allow her to use the elevator and I walked to my chair in my office and sat down, causing it to scratch against the floor. My tall and sculpted frame caused the floor damage but I could care less, at the end of the week, the floors were always remodeled.

Most of the killings happened right here in my office. I could see the murder reflect across the various windows and I could hear their pleads echo along with the gunshots. Everything was like a beautiful orchestra that I couldn't get enough of.

Upon sitting down, I pulled out my laptop to answer some of the emails I had received in the last thirty minutes and realized that I really did need a personal assistant. It wasn't that I didn't have the time or the thrill of checking my emails countless hours of the day, it was that I didn't have the fucking patience. To sit down and individually answer a million people, the thought alone seemed repulsive compared to my more entertaining activities.

I shook my head at the thought and was about to send out a request for hiring someone as my PA, when my father walked in. Like the last time, he was suited into one of his more expensive outfits and a small grin crept across my features in appreciation. Thanks to him I was in this position, in this power, and until my last breath I had promised to follow him and his guidance.

"Son, why the lines in your forehead again?" My father asked me as soon as he walked over to the desk

In an instant, I sighed and ran my hand down my tired face and tried to mask what Rebecca told me on the phone. I knew it wasn't true, but this wasn't the first time something like this happened and she blamed it on my father. I couldn't see why she did, especially when he would save her pathetic ass from my terrors, but I always dismissed the intrusive thoughts. She had to be an incompetent idiot.

"Nothing father, I just have to find a new PA. I fired Rebecca." I answered and I saw the slightest hint of anger in the midst of his greyish storm like eyes

As quick as I saw it though, he masked it and nodded his head, but didn't say anything. I grew more skeptical by the second, but decided on not saying anything either and decided on diving straight into what was bothering me.

"Father, did you know I had a meeting with FR Inc.? About an alliance?" I asked bluntly and looked up at him, expecting the truth

As I anticipated his answer, I watched all of his body language, a lesson he purposefully embedded in me, and noticed how his expression soured once again. Intentionally, I didn't mention Rebecca's words since I wanted to see whether or not he'd mention her himself, and the masked look on his face made me believe he did have something to do with it.

"No son, we don't associate ourselves with those people. If I did know, I wouldn't have sent you." He finalized and I nodded but didn't respond

His answer was one that I expected, but I couldn't help but feel hesitant about it all. Maybe I was over thinking it just because it was tied to me firing Rebecca. She was a clear nut case who didn't care for her life. I shouldn't question my father for her stupidity.

After a while, he must've sensed my internal debate since he reached his hand out to touch my shoulder. As always, his hand was gruff and calloused, a reminder of how his past was in his youth and at the moment. He wasn't a changed man and clearly he had no intentions to be.

"Now son, have I ever given you a reason to doubt me?" He questioned sternly and I blew out a breath I didn't know I was holding

"No," I answered quickly and his smile beamed proudly

"And have I ever made a decision without you in the room?" He questioned once again and this time I took a pause to answer

He again sensed my hesitation and straightened his posture as if begging me to disagree with him.

"No," I answered and his expression faltered slightly, almost to where I was convinced I didn't actually see it

"Exactly, so whatever the bitch told you, she lied," He spat and turned around to walk out of my office before I could reply

Shaking my head, I put both of my hands over my face and contemplated my next moves. For the first time ever, I truly didn't know whether I should believe my father or not, but I did know that I didn't want to dwell on the matter and drive myself insane. I did need to find myself another assistant though.

I lifted my gaze to the computer again and realized I never finished my request, so I started typing again and mainly focused on the qualities the woman needed to have. I needed someone who was more fitting for the job, in more than one way.

Once I finished, I smirked to myself and pulled out my phone to send Andrew a message about making copies of the request when I suddenly thought of Julia. She clearly already had the environment and money to live expensively, so her experience should be top tier.

I put my phone down and started to think even harder about the pros and cons of having her work so closely and near me, but when my mind finalized all of the pros, I couldn't help but smile and grab all of my things to leave the office. It was 8:50 anyways and it was a slow day. I just needed to make the meeting and finish updating contracts for the next meeting I had with another competitor.

As I walked out of the office, I saw Andrew coming down the steps and he nodded his head as a greeting towards me. I nodded back and walked up to him so we were in front of each other and he furrowed his eyebrows knowingly waiting for me to start the conversation.

"Andrew, can I talk to you about something? " I questioned, feeling hesitant all over again

I could've been going crazy but there were too many coincidences happening all at once that I couldn't dismiss everything.

"You've seen Ms. Robinson from FR Inc. correct?" I asked and his eyes widen

"Yeah man, she's gorgeous, and don't even get me started on her body man. Those hips, ugh," He gushed and I rolled my eyes but nodded

"Yes yes, I get the picture. Anyways, you remember the blonde girl from the club Sunday night right? The one I showed you?" I mentioned and his eyebrows knitted together as he tried to understand

"You're not thinking they're the same person are you? Cole, from the billboard postings, Ms. Robinson hasn't been outside her house after eight in years. Plus she has black hair and the blonde girl had blonde hair, that couldn't have been her," He persisted and I pursed my lips considering it

I could be overthinking it since I had to deal with so much bullshit from last night and today, but my thoughts remained. It didn't make it better that the blonde beauty overtook my sanity and thoughts through the night and that her safety was on my mind until sunrise. Although it was apparent I would never see her again, it was hard to make my brain and dreams see that.

I was too fucked up to even associate myself with her innocence.

"Yeah man, you're probably right. I've had a long 24 hours and yeah they're most likely not the same person. I'll catch up with you later alright," I finalized and walked off to my driver's car

"Alright man!" I heard him yell after me

I opened the door for and got in the backseat and closed it behind me. I fastened my seatbelt and locked eyes with the driver through the rear view mirror.

"Home," I answered with a monotone and pulled out my phone to look through any emails I had received in the last hour

The entirety of today had been stressful and I simply wanted the comfort of my bed and some tea from my personal chef, Harold.

The driver started the way to my mansion that wasn't too far from the company and I went to my files from New York's population and typed in the name "Julia". It was hard enough that I didn't have a last name, but I still had to try.

It could've very well been a coincidence, especially since the hair color was different, but when I thought more about it, that was the only difference. From the body to the skin tone, everything was alike. The facial expressions were the same and the hesitation from both of them was the same.

Yeah, I didn't think I was over thinking anymore.

If that was the case then, that was probably why she blushed like a high school girl at my comment of still dreaming earlier. She must've realized the double meaning.

That didn't disregard the fact that Ms. Robinson hasn't been to the club in years though.

Sure things change, but looking back over the media, she did have the tendency to drown herself in work and strictly attend to her business. It was damn near impossible to even relate her to the word club.

I shook my head again to dismiss the incoming headache and paid attention to the swirly circle that was still loading for any possible names of Julia. Eventually though, a list of women, some Italian and some Caucasian started popping on the screen.

I forcefully shut off my phone while trying to keep my composure calm and luckily, the driver alerted me that I finally made it home. I mumbled a quick "thank you" to him and got out of the car and walked up the stairs to my mansion.

It looked like the grass had been freshly cut and the flowers that littered the perimeter of the landscape were blooming beautifully. The variety of colors added life to the mansion itself that had a dual color of dark gray and cream and I smiled to myself knowing this was my home.

I unlocked the door and walked in to see Emily, my maid and Harold and smile again.

I held my hand up to let them know I was here and they mumbled the same welcoming they did every day, which gave me the greenlight to head upstairs to my bedroom. Despite any mood I was in, I always spoke to them.

Once I made it there, I basically tore the tight suit off my body, my tired muscles yearning to have a shower. I got in the shower and chose to simply wear grey sweats and boxers to bed since no one was allowed on the second floor but me.

When I finally got out the shower after 30 minutes of letting the water cascade down my tensed body, I walked over to my desk where my laptop stayed and connected my phone charger to it. Everything started to transfer from my phone and I again started to scroll through the list of women with the name Julia, and become intrigued once I realized there were none with the same chocolate beautiful skin as the blonde.

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Truth be told I do want Cole's character to be unbelievably toxic and dangerous on the mental perspective since it was his father who made him think the way he does. That does not mean I am an advocate for toxicity, it's just for the plot.

I won't say much but Navehya's character will be able to handle him and everything that comes with him. Just maybe not in the way you anticipate.

Anyways I hope you liked it.

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-Imacrazyprincess❤