Mr. Anderson, are you ready for your departure to New York?

Mr. Anderson, any sort of alliances building up for Anderson Corporations after your 3 years in the UK?

Mr. Anderson, will there be love interests coming your way anytime soon?

Mr. Anderson do you believe you'll be as good as your father in the industry?

Mr. Anderson, when will we see another form of increase in your company?

The questions ran through my mind like they were in a marathon, racing each other in a battle to see which could give me the worst migraine as I checked through my emails for the fourth time today. It was the only distraction I had since my arrival in Manhattan, New York sparked the press significantly.

It was my first time back in the United States in three years since I've been in London with my father and younger half-sister, Bryanna.

I also needed the distraction because everywhere I fucking looked, I saw a billboard posting or an article with my picture or name that announced my arrival.

I couldn't catch a fucking break from it.

It was irritating to say the least, but it only fumed me when the press interacted with Bryanna about me. I've always been protective over her since she was five years younger than me, so whenever the press tried to get to her through me, I felt the need to rip their tonsils out.

Not like I haven't done it before.

Other than that though, there were millions of other pressures on my back, and the main one was my father. He handed me the company when we first landed in London and ever since he's taught me the way of the industry. For example, he taught me how to bribe and cheat my way through the charts, and that's why Anderson Corporations has skyrocketed profusely these past few years.

Soon after, my father convinced me it was an exceptional idea to make connections further than the UK, and his first suggestion was Asia. At first, the idea sounded absurd since I was just getting used to the lifestyle, but I wanted to prove to him that I could handle whatever he tried to put me through.

Eventually, and with his guidance, I started to travel back and forth between London and China and met the most powerful businessmen who agreed on sharing a portion of their company with me. Soon enough, we all became close friends and now we invite each other to each others business meetings with other countries and companies.

The business industry was what it was because of us.

It was no stopping us, and everyone else was honestly a pawn in our chess game, waiting to be controlled and used to our dismay. The power my position granted kept me on my toes, but it was the fact that I began to overcome new heights that my father himself that kept me feeling entitled to continue and never settle for less than what I've wanted.

Thanks to him, in the next four months I'd be the most wealthiest businessman in the world.

"Cole!"

I suddenly heard my name from behind me and I turned to my left to see my best friend, Andrew coming into my office. We've known each other since college when we liked the same girl in our grade. She completely played us in the end, but she brought us closer and since then we've been there for each other. Graduating together, taking over our father's companies together, and climbing the ranks together.

Andrew and I were basically brothers.

Except, with his father's company, he needed help with controlling it since his father was diagnosed with cancer at a young age. That being said, when Andrew finally took over, the company wasn't as successful as it should've been, which gave my father and I the greenlight to ask for an alliance with him as well. At first I thought he wouldn't agree since he was always sensitive about the company and achieving new heights on his own, but after his father talked with him, he agreed with a newer perspective that Anderson Corporations could being him to those ranks faster and more effectively.

That's when I knew that Andrew and I would be bounded for life.

"Hey man, what's up?" I asked bringing myself out of my thoughts

He took long strides to walk up to me, patted me on the back, and took a seat in one of the chairs by my desk.

Of course he would make himself comfortable.

"Aren't you excited?" He asked and I sighed instantly, running a hand down my face

I debated whether to be honest with him or not and eventually chose to be when I saw him look at me expectedly.

"To be honest, I'm a little worried. I haven't been back in the States for three years and the press has been down my back about it." I answered and he nodded leaning back in the chair

His attire consisted of an olive green business suit with a gold wrist watch and chain. It completely contrasted against my maroon sweatpants and white T-shirt but I disregarded the thought knowing he still had meetings to attend to on my behalf. I had to pack all of my bags by tonight so my father instructed him to take the load off since he was apart of the business plans my father and I had in mind.

It was the perfect time for a break, but it was also the perfect time to reflect. Something I didn't really like too much since I'd usually mask my hesitation and confusion with confidence and arrogance.

"Mhm, I mean it's understandable, but try to not let it get to you. You're still a millionare, you're still travelling, and you're still in charge of the company. What could go wrong?" He insisted to make me feel better and it somewhat worked

Nothing bad should come out of this visit, but I couldn't help but have the theory in the back of my mind that something will.

I hated the fact I was over thinking but it was normal for me. I've traveled to over 10 countries between the UK and Asia and damn near remembered everything about the different cultures, but going back to the States, specifically to New York, where all this shit happened, I wasn't too keen about it.

Something always happened when I would reset my path and I'm sure this won't be any different.

Nonetheless, I nodded not saying what was truly on my mind and turned myself to the window that showcased all of the high classed companies my father built in the last few decades, that were now mine. Sometimes the pressure randomly settled in that if I made one mistake, all of those companies would be affected. Majority of the time, I would drown myself in work so I couldn't think of that possibility, but when nighttime came, everything came to me like a rushing wave. The deals. The partnerships. The threats. The dead bodies. The blood. The lying.

My father and I have made many sacrifices to keep this company afloat, and they all haunt me when the clock strikes 12. It was the main reason why I didn't associate myself with anyone. I didn't want to bring them in my world full of bullshit.

It was also the reason why I haven't even given a thought towards dating. Having a woman by me who would be an easy target and a blind side to my focus on the company, and I wouldn't want other people, especially the ones my father and I have pissed off, to go after her.

The thought of never having a family came and went, some nights more prominent than others, but the fact that I would always be a target and on the road stayed at the front of my mind. Never leaving and tainting all of my ideas of having a "normal" life, but it was my price to pay to my father since I promised to make him proud in any way possible.

"Hey, I know what we can do to take your mind off things." I heard Andrew's rasp voice speak again

Damn he was still here?

As expected, he broke me out of my thoughts again, so I turned my body towards him since I already had an idea of what he had in mind.

"Hmm, what's that?" I asked with an upward grin

"Clubbing. You know you've always been down for a good club once and a while. And since we're going back to New York, why not?" He suggested and I considered it

It was always a bad decision for my father and I to go around the country without security due to our pasts, but Andrew didn't know that side of us, and I want to keep it that way. Plus I did need to let off some steam since I had a. feeling that Hakeem Robinson from FR Inc. would possibly try something with me once he found out about my return.

I already knew he would've been basking in his company's success for the past few years since I've been gone, but now that I'm back I wanted to make sure he understood that I was the one who ran this industry.

I've seen him on interviews and on broadcasts hundreds of times, and every single time, he damn near made a joke out of himself. It was hard to accept he's the only competition I had.

Not for long though.

The intrusive thought made me smirk, but I forced myself to mask it.

"You know what, sure. Tomorrow night we can go. It'll be my first night in the city again and after I'm finished unpacking, I can meet you there." I replied and he nodded in agreement

He stood up and walked to the door, but then turned around with a playful smirk on his face. I looked at him in confusion and inwardly expected bullshit.

"Prepared to get laid tomorrow! I'm going to find you a girl man."

Called it.

"Prepared to get escorted out of my office if you don't leave in the next 3 seconds." I remarked playfully which made his booming laughter emit and echo around the four huge glass walls

It was my father's idea.

"Alright man, I'm out." He chuckled one last time before walking out the door leaving me with my thoughts

Not even seconds later though, my father came in my office and stood right in front of my desk.

I tried my hardest not to make eye contact with him since he raised me to never defy him. Plus when he was raised back in Italy, it was almost threatening for a child to look their parent in the eye if it wasn't through disciplinary actions. He raised Bryanna and I well through that teaching, but

"Son." He called out to me, his accent prominent

I kept my gaze on the floor, but when he slowly crept his way up to me, his freshly polished shoes came into view and I could only imagine him wearing one of his best suits.

"Father." I answered and I could tell he smiled at me with a smile that would elicit fear and anxiety in anyone

"It is time." He pointed out and I finally looked up at him and my eyes widened completely

Despite him wearing one of his most famous and high priced suits, you could smell and fucking see the blood that was smeared on the collar of the buttoned down shirt and the wild primal look in his eye. This was a sight I've grown to known, but not one I've grown to love, but it didn't matter.

At the end of the day, I was just like him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

There she goes! Another one for you.

What do we think about Cole and his father so far?

Any thoughts or future predictions about the storyline in general??

Anyways I hope you liked it.

Remember to vote and comment.

Stay blessed

-Imacrazyprincess❤