Redeeming the Tycoon's Heart

CHAPTER TWO

I walked out of his office silently thinking of what exactly to say to my sisters.

My boss was a tough one, I must say and it disturbed me that his demeanour was as cold as ice. I couldn't help but wonder about the upbringing that led him to be this way.

My thoughts were interrupted when my friend Lisa, dropped a file on my desk, bringing me back to the office presence

I glanced at my wristwatch and I saw I had merely a few hours until four so I went into his office to rearrange the crucial documents for the deal when I saw him leaving the office with his hands tucked into his trousers.

………

As I sorted through the papers, I spotted a half-broken locket laying on the floor, having slipped from his chair.

I felt curious, so I reached down to pick it up. Just as I was about to open it, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway. He was returning.

I hurriedly returned it to its position, and stood in front of his desk waiting for him to walk into his office.

"Sir," I said slowly trying to calculate my words

"I need to go home, so I can get my things ready and prepare for the journey"…

My heart skipped a bit, wondering if he'd accept my request, since he rejected the other..

"You're free to go home .....make sure you pack everything necessary as it'll be for three days"… He replied coldly raising a brow

"Thank you sir".. I said walking out of the office

"And don't be late Shirley, you know much I hate it"

He added sharply as I walked out of the office.

………..

I quickly returned to the main hall where the offices were , gathered my files in haste, and hurried home.

Time was ticking, and I couldn't risk being late to meet my boss at the airport. Upon arriving home, I packed a few essentials, treated Milo to some bones, and entrusted him to my neighbour, Harry.

Sweating profusely, I rushed out of the house, hopping into a cab, and raced to the airport, determined to avoid further displeasing my boss.

After a 40-minute journey on the road, I arrived just as my boss did, letting out a heavy sigh, that I wasn't late. Boarding the plane, the journey was calm and quiet, with my boss scarcely speaking to me.

I engaged myself with a magazine by my corner to avoid eye contacts or making mistakes. I took a peep and I could see my boss engrossed with work as he was signing some documents.

“He works like a jerk” … I muttered to myself

Unsure if It was admirable or just too much .

At about 4:35, the plane landed and some people were there to welcome my boss at the reception of the airport but he heeded no attention to them and walked past them.

That was rude, I imagined.. but I was still marvelled by his undeniable class

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It felt good to arrive in a different country entirely.

The thrill of arriving in a new country heightened as we were chauffeured in a sleek Black Mercedes Maybach Exelero.

Attempting to go inside the car with my boss, I was halted by a guy who signalled his hands to the back instructing me to take a cab … I stared at him with disdain as I waved at a cab to stop.

As the cars drove through the road, I looked out of the window and allowed the warm breeze sweep my face, the breeze travelled into the car and made a mess of my hair as the thought of Milo dived into my thoughts ..

The echoes of the beautiful country ran down my head and I wondered if just influential people stayed down here in France.

After moving for about 30 minutes, The car halted in front of a lavish mansion with grand gates and an eloquent surrounding. It was a beautiful sight to behold and I was lost in the building's magnificence …

My boss highlighted from the car he was in and I quickly ran towards him after settling my cab fare to catch up standing behind him to give everyone a hint that I was his secretary….

"Shirley"

He said sharply, reminding me of the necessary documents we'd need.

“The meeting would be held at 6pm and I wouldn't want to miss anything out ..”

"Yes sir"

I said rushing back to the car to double check everything to be sure it was done perfectly.

When this was correctly checked, I moved into the mansion trying to run and keep up with my boss.

The mansion's hallway had tall art adorning the walls, reflecting wealth and refinement and I smiled amidst my tiredness while working down these halls

I sighed due to exhaustion from the stress of the day , but I had to make sure my boss was settled before I could rest so I had to follow him everywhere.

…….

After a lengthy stroll with my boss and a few of his business partners, everyone dispersed into their various rooms to relax and prepare for the meeting. I was directed to a lavishly furnished room to relax and prepare for the meeting.

With barely 30 minutes to spare, I hurriedly took my bath and rummaged through my little box to pick out my dress.

I wore a figure-hugging black dress, and styled my hair into a neat bun.

I guess I am used to this hairstyle, either at work or not.

Quickly packing the files into a bag, I moved out of the room into the brightly lit hallway to meet my boss.

I made sure I was prepared for this and at the same time, I was engulfed with a mix of nerves because of so many reasons, firstly tomorrow being the 20th meant anticipating my sister's reactions about not being present and secondly, the success of this meeting was crucial for my boss's mood …

It just has to work, I told myself …

The hall was beautifully decorated and everything was scanned to perfection to avoid my boss picking a fault in something.

Everyone put themselves in their best positions and behaviours too .

We had other influential business figures joining us, and they all strolled in a minute after the other..

I guess they all represented the connections my boss needed for global growth of the company. The realisation of my boss' profound influence weighed on me and I scrunched under the intensity of this realisation.

"Could that be my Dammy?"

A man inquired from the doorway as he casually strolled into the hall.

He exuded an air of confidence with his distinguished grey beard and a sharp jawline that had started to show wrinkles. He was dressed to impress in an exquisite Black Tom Ford suit, flaunting his impeccable taste and refined sense of style.

He walked into the room with a walking stick which he held on his left hand, and a large cigarette bud hanging from his lips inhaling deeply as he filled the space with the smoke which escaped from his lips.

He was accompanied by two towering bodyguards

as they followed him closely behind.

My boss remained unruffled, maintaining an impassive expression and didn't utter a word .

Approaching my boss, he gestured for his bodyguards to step aside and asked once more

"My Dammy, How have you been?” … He said

My boss, still grinning confidently, stayed seated.

His demeanour suggested familiarity with such encounters, prompting laughter as he settled into his seat, ready for the upcoming arrangement.

I watched my boss closely, he remained unmoved and maintained a carefree expression….

Who is that man?

And why does my boss not welcome him even with all the familiarity?

I wondered for a while, dragging my thoughts back to the presentation because it seemed more important.