MY BREATH ON A CEO

Am I A WEIRD CEO? 🥴

****Jilz Dumino Pov****

I would answer, that it was a bulk of happiness, pressure-filled, unidentified truth and loss filled in a day if I'm asked how my day went. Of course, to, couple out a simple clause, talking more of the most bulky type of sentence, wouldn't excel in sequence's aches.

I hopped out of my car. My body felt weighted in heaviness as tiredness engulfed my body immediately I hopped down. I couldn't move from the spot where I landed my feet. It was just like, I was made from rock at that moment. I walked towards my gate to open the gate to drive inside my compound. I opened it and then, I walked back towards where I parked my car.

"Hey, Jilz!"

A lady greeted me as she passed me by in her beautiful car which I nodded to reciprocate the energy or greetings rather. I frankly don't know her to be honest, maybe she's one of those clients that patronize my product and also stay in this estate. I realized she wore a weird face. I don't know if she was surprised that I do not have a gateman.

I don't know if that was the case if that was the case, then definitely she would leave her mouth wide open for flies to pech inside it if she found out that I have no chores workers. I mean, I do not have any chores workers. No gateman or security man, no house chores carer, chef assistant, no laundry man assistant. I do all my stuff myself.

Because of this, my siblings assumed I am a stingy billionaire and even I do hear around as people slam me on social media that I don't want to accommodate them because I am stingy, this is no proud talk, I earn multi-millions every day in my fragrance business. I have different branches around my cities and more in other countries around the world, I pay thousands of staff salaries, so ow do I not want to pay a few staff salaries? I do not care about their rumors. My fragrance brand Jilz Fragrance has envisioned to lead all fragrances in the world. I do not like talking about its source.

I drove in my wide compound stocked with different shades of flowers. I love flowers, not just it, I love the scent of flowers, maybe, it could be one of the sources of my Fragrance brand or the love of fragrance in me. I love how it brings memories of I and my father. Sorry, away from that.

I hopped down and headed to the entrance of my mansion. Yes, it's widely open. It's not locked. I believe I am transparent and there is nothing to lose. The places I lock in my mansion are my room, my sibling's room, and a wardrobe room. That's all. The reason why I don't lock my rooms is mainly because I don't do fetish things and it's because I learned it from my father.

Till my dad kicked the bucket, he never told me why he doesn't lock the rooms in our house when we go out.

"Jilz, there is nothing to hide."

He would say to me when I asked why he doesn't lock the doors in our house. In my head, he doesn't sound quality enough for me in his reason but I would just assume he has another reason for it. It's not like he would leave them widely open, I mean, when you go out of your house, you lock it right? My dad would just slam the door and refuse to use the key effect in the door. At that time, we were living in neighborhoods. So, when I got back from any trip or outing we went to, I would quickly rush to my room and check if all my toys were complete and if there wasn't anyone stolen. I would check my beautiful wardrobe to confirm my outfits. I was that kind of a kid. Perhaps, as I grew older, wisdom grew in me, and adapted to my dad's way. To be honest, we never encountered any robbery in my father's house.

Immediately I opened the door to my mansion, I heard a sound as if someone was inside. With that I heard, I jerked inside to see if there was someone inside because I hadn't left anyone at home before I left for work. I didn't see anyone when I got in, It was just like, I was fooling myself. I searched around. I mean, I walked down to the kitchen, from the kitchen, I walked towards the few rooms at the sitting rooms, from the bar spot to the house carer room which I never had but planning on getting soon because my sister has been dipping the heaven words in my head for ages now and I don't think she would stop if I don't get one soon.

I didn't see anyone. I just assumed it was a sound of illusion I never pay full attention to. I walked through the stairs and walked to the upper part of my mansion. Immediately I got upstairs, I heard the sound of the entrance door slammed. I quickly turned back to check who it was but I didn't see anyone after the turn.

"Was someone hiding in here?"

I asked myself in worried thoughts. It was just like I was dreaming because, to be frank, I have never experienced that before ever since I have been living in this house. I wiped my face with my hands to clear my sight if it was not a dream because, for real, I was not getting the whole point at some point.

I walked down back through my elevator this time to the down part of the mansion which stopped at the big living room. I hopped down and quickly ran outside to check if I could see the person but before I appeared outside, the person had gone.

Even if I wasn't sure if it was a human but I kinda have that feeling that an animal can't slam the door like that and even if it can, it wouldn't be so fat that I wouldn't be able to get hold of it through my sights or physically.

I dipped one of my hands into my left pocket to call one of the police nearby. I searched for their number on my contact list and then, I clicked on it as I saw the name 'Officer One'. I stored the number as Officer One because he had always been my friend way back. My dad introduced him to me. He was a very good friend of my dad before death took his spot off the world - My Dad.

The numDurangongor Durangoconds before picked up the call. After a few seconds, he picked;

"Hello, Sir."

"Good day. Sorry, I'm calling this late. How are you, sir?

"It's nothing, Prof."

I smiled as he called me Prof.

I have always been that guy who loves books from kids and would finish a bulky Novel text in a few hours. Whenever he comes to greet my dad then, he sometimes sees me reading or doing something academies. I derived pleasure in anything bulky and would compete with my friends then on first to read a novel to the end and the analysis of them too and guess what, I mostly came first in all my academy levels. One day when he saw me reading a text and came back and saw me reading another one, he asked if I had finished the one I was reading earlier when he came and I told him yes that I had finished it. He was in awe of my reading habit and since then, he started calling me Prof.

My dad was not surprised when I picked Law as a course to study at a higher Institution. He was just concerned because I am that kid that is favored in written treats over oratory treats and Law Course is a discipline that exhumes audibility and counters the threats of shyness which I mostlyexhumem.

"Thank you, sir. I need your help on something."

"What's that, sir? Prof. Jilz, you know anything would surely be done by us for you anytime."

"Thank you, sir. I need you in my house now."

"Oh! I hope there is not an attack on your house.

"No, sir. I just need you here to check my house for me. You know how I live."

"Alright, sir. I would send my Policemen to your side and guess what, I would join them while coming. "

"You don't need to stress yourself, sir. I surrender to you. I would do something in your account now. I know you don't like it but please, don't say no."

"Oh! Prof. You just did one last week."

"All for you, Sir."

"Thank you. I would send them now."

"Okay, General."

I said that as I cut the call.

I went in and sat on one of my fancy couches in my sitting room with a worried face on my face. Different thoughts ran through my mind. No genuine friends I have. At that moment, I thought about considering the house carer for myself as ordering food mostly stresses me even laundry. I genuinely think my sister was right about the house carer.