The Hidden Billionaire

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MAKENA's POV

Declan seemed to be weary of me. I wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t as if I acted like improper or hostile towards him. I was my normal self. Only it put him on edge. Everyone was always on edge when I was around. Must be because I’m a serious person. It’s a good thing but Declan seems to mistrust me. “Sir, it appears there is a scene outside the building.”

Mr. Beau jumped out of the car before Declan had a chance to stop him. since, I was told I needed to stay in the vehicle I did just that. and yet Declan told me off for it. “You realize there is a chance he will be arrested? I haven’t had a chance to fully delve into your resume but I don’t think you are equipped in handling a media s**t storm.”

I cut him off. “Actually, I am. I just have never had the opportunity to use it.”

He huffed. Rubbing the bridge between his eyebrows. “You shouldn’t be so quick to want to be in that position. Mr. Jackson has been successful enough and mindful of staying out of the media circus. You’ll do well to remember that going forward. Especially if you want to continue working here. Which I do not believe you do.”

“That is not the case.”

“Your attitude or I should say your mannerisms speak volumes. If you’ll excuse me. I need to try and stop a mad man.”

“You shouldn’t refer to him as that.”

Declan’s eyes narrowed as he opened the car door. I was sure he wanted to say something more but there were pressing matters to attend to. Once the door had closed. I finally relaxed. If I could figuratively let my hair down. I would. I watched the two of them come to the aid of Mrs. Jackson. She was pretty. Sighing I had wished I was employed by her. my understanding is she still gave me an opportunity to be employed. I should be grateful.

Declan came back to the car, rubbing his jar. I should’ve paid attention. “Sir? Declan? Are you alright? Did something happen?”

“Yes, and no. I’m fine. Don’t call me sir. I may have senoirty but I’m not your boss. Well I am but I wont lord that over you.”

“I appreciate the sentiment. Is mr. Jackson coming back to the car?”

He relaxed against the seat, closing his eyes. “Yeah, he’s just going upstairs with the missus. Make sure she’s fine.”

“I see.”

It became quiet. The silence didn’t bother me but the awkwardness did. I wanted to know more about this situation that I found myself apart of. And yet, it didn’t seem like it was any of my business. I could gave been fidgeting in my seat because Declan rolled is head my direction. Opening one eye, looked away. “In case you’re wondering. Mrs. Mari married Beau after finding out her sister was cheating with her former fiancé. Which happens to be Charles De’ Moore. Who I will add is the jerk of all jerks. Not only because f what he did to her but the way he treats everyone. She from my understandign has inherited the business from the old man.”

I nodded along silently. Figured it was better to listen and absorb that to talk back. He continued.

“The old man held shares in our company. He helped fund Beau’s business ventures. Stated that only when he got married and proved himself would he gift the shares to his spouse. Which he did. I believe now he’ll go retire and do as he pleases. Beau told me once that the guy walked in on his wife cheating with her trainer or something. Seems like the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.”

“You know a lot about the inner workings of their personal life. Don’t you wonder about overstepping your boundaries?”

“No. I’ve known Beau for years. We went to the same high school together. and college. We have years of being around each other.”

“As I’ve said before friends shouldn’t work for each other. It can be a conflict of interest.”

“its only a conflict if we make it that way. I know my place. I know when to be serious and when to have fun with him. I may not be his best friend but he is mines. I want him to succeed and thrive. If he does then so does the company which includes us lowly employees. So it works out.”

What he said in the moment was true. If the company thrives then we all thrives. I still don’t believe that we should interfere with personal lives but if it works for him then I have nothing to say on the matter.

Mr. Jackson came back to the car. His cheeks flush. His clothing seemed disheveled. I wanted to comment on it but choose to ignore it. what he does on his time isn’t any of my business. Yet, that idnt extend to Declan. “Sir? Did you pounce her in her new office? Don’t you think that would be unprofessional.”

He cleared his throat. “So?”

“So? You realize it could potentially undermine her with her employees. She is now the figurehead of the company and should act with propriety. Is there anyway you can keep your hands off her?”

“I could but your forget she was supposed to stay home today. Of course I know that I should be acting accordingly but she is my wife and I was worried about her. and besides she’s the one that pounced on me.”

Watching the two of them argue? Discuss the matter at hand was intriguing. “You’re saying that the goddess Mrs. Mari pounced on you? No doubt it was to get you to hush up about what she was doing. Remember she is her own person sir. She’ll do as she pleases just be there and support her. That’s all you need to do.”

“Not all I need to do but I get it. We can leave.” The two of them buckled back into their seats. Declan started the car and pulled away from the curb. It wasn’t quite lunch time and I was exhausted. I hope this wouldn’t be an everyday occurrence. If it was going to be then maybe this place, this job, isn’t for me.