Chapter7
1309 Words
THIRD PERSON’S POV
Russell had finished bathing. He looked nice in his well-ironed plain black trousers and flowered white shirt. His shoes were bold enough to tell who he was. He adjusted his tie and stood in front of the mirror, studying his reflection carefully.
The thought of meeting his father lingered heavily in his mind. He hated being summoned by his father’s secretary, especially because the man always looked down on him, even in his father’s presence.
“I am a man, and not just any man. I am Russell Anton. I can’t let anyone push me around, not even my father nor the board,” he muttered to himself.
He picked up his car keys from the mirror desk in front of him and made his way downstairs to his car. His steps were heavier than his words. He got into his car and drove off.
“Good morning, sir,” Patricia, Russell’s secretary, greeted him as he stepped into his office.
“Good morning, Patricia. How are you today?” Russell replied, though his voice was clipped.
Before Patricia could respond properly, Russell walked past her and shut the door of his private chamber behind him.
“Today will be a long day,” Patricia muttered under her breath as she analyzed Russell’s mood.
Russell sat down on his office chair, his mind scattered in a thousand different places at once. He hated confronting his father, though he never openly admitted it. He was certain the call was about marriage again, and the thought unsettled him deeply.
“Sir, this is your schedule for today,” Patricia said, handing him a printed sheet.
“Do we have any meetings with our partners today?” he asked without lifting his eyes from the desk.
“No, sir, but we…”
“Reschedule every meeting we have today,” he snapped, cutting her off. “I don’t wish to see anyone today. I have more important matters to attend to.”
Patricia hesitated. “Alright, sir,” she replied and turned to leave.
“How can he miss a meeting with his lawyer?” she murmured. But it was loud enough to reach Russell’s ears.
“What is the problem?” Russell asked sharply.
“There’s no problem, sir, but…” she hesitated.
“But what, Patricia?” he asked, finally looking at her.
“You asked me to schedule a meeting with your lawyer today, and I already did,” she said carefully.
Russell paused; his eyes darted around, calculating.
“Oh, that’s true,” Russell said slowly, rubbing his right hand on his head. “Something came up. Inform him that I won’t be available today.”
“Alright, sir. I’ll do that immediately,” she responded before leaving the office.
Once she left, Russell walked over to the bar in his office, pulled out a bottle of his favourite whisky, and dropped two cubes of ice into a glass. He poured the drink slowly, hoping it would calm his restless mind.
“What was I thinking when I let him invest in my company? I didn’t think this through properly,” he groaned.
As he took a slow sip, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen and saw his father’s secretary calling. His grip tightened around the glass as he hissed out loud.
Instead of answering, he dialed his father directly.
“Hello, Dad. I’m on my way to your office,” Russell said the moment the call connected.
“Alright. I’m waiting,” his father replied before ending the call.
The nonchalant response doubled Russell’s anger. He placed the glass on the wooden table harder than he intended. The sound echoed through the office. He picked up his car keys and walked out, his mind elsewhere.
As he drove, he had only one thing in mind: to face his father squarely.
When he arrived at his father’s office, the secretary informed him that his father was in a meeting and asked him to wait. He waited for almost an hour, his patience thinning with every second past. Finally, he stepped outside and dialed his father again.
“I’ve been waiting for over an hour, Dad,” he said, his voice rising.
“I’ve been waiting for you. Come in,” his father replied calmly.
Russell couldn’t understand why his father’s secretary always treated him with such disdain. His eyes turned red, and he clenched his fists, standing still for a moment to calm himself. Confronting the secretary crossed his mind, but settling matters with his father remained his priority.
He stormed back inside and headed straight for his father’s office without acknowledging the secretary. His steps were firmer and bolder, his shoes echoing against the tiled floor.
“Don’t go in yet. I already told you he’s in a meeting,” the secretary said, standing up to block him.
Russell stopped, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.
The secretary moved closer and touched him from behind. Russell fought the urge to react, but the man continued.
“Wait till he calls you in,” the secretary said in a hoarse tone.
“Have you forgotten your place in this company?” Russell barked angrily.
“I am your father’s secretary, and I’m doing my job,” the man replied, confidence written all over him.
“I am Russell Anton. Be careful,” Russell warned coldly.
But as Russell tried to move past him, the secretary touched him again.
And that was the breaking point.
Russell turned swiftly and released a blow to the man’s face. The impact sent him crashing to the ground. Blood spilled across the reflective tiles. The golden ring on Russell’s finger did no mercy to the man’s mouth, knocking out two of his teeth.
The secretary screamed in pain.
Russell stepped closer, standing over him, his instincts urging him to strike again. He restrained himself with effort.
“I am Russell Anton” he said firmly. “Make sure you never forget that again.”
He walked into his father’s office.
Before Russell could even sit, the door flung open. The injured secretary staggered in, clutching his mouth as blood seeped through his fingers and stained the polished floor.
“What happened to you?” Mr Marvin asked sharply.
He rose from his chair and moved around the table. The secretary couldn’t speak through the pain. He pointed at Russell, gesturing that he was responsible.
“What did you do to him?” Mr Marvin asked, turning his gaze to Russell.
Russell lifted his head and met his father’s eyes. Something unreadable flickered in his stare. He glanced at the secretary groaning on the floor, blood still dripping.
“Answer me immediately!” Mr Marvin roared.
But Russell remained silent.
“Who do you think you are?” Robert snapped, glaring at Russell. “My father is talking to you. Reply to him now!”
Russell stood up slowly and walked a step closer to Robert.
“Mr Marvin is our father, not just your father,” he said, an evil grin touching his lips. “And I am Russell Anton, the first son of the Anton dynasty. That's who I am, and I'm sure you know that too.”
He turned to his father.
“I apologize for staining your floor with his blood,” Russell said coldly. “But the next time he disrespects me," he paused. "I won’t just stain the floor with his blood; I will stain much more.”
Mr Marvin stood stunned, wondering what Russell would do next. Russell was becoming too tough for him to handle. Their eyes locked in a tense gaze. He had beaten Robert not long ago. Now his secretary.
Who would be next?
Russell had crossed another line.
And this time there would be no turning back.
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