The unbelievable
767 Words
Ethan would have sworn that this wasn't Victoria Cole. The ice queen of Brooks Holdings? Wet hair. Dirty overalls. She sat there as though the world could wait for her. What's that snob on her face, Ethan raised his brow. Worst of all, she lived in a house so modest that he could hardly believe that it belonged to Victoria Cole! He said nothing but held on to his sanity, almost cursing the damn contract.
He was brought back to the reality of his fall when Grace announced, “Mr. Ethan Kingsley, ma'am. Your new assistant.”
Ethan Kingsley? Victoria paused. Like the Ethan Kingsley she knew?. She slowly glanced up to look at him. For a moment there she studied him. He was firm. A strand of white hair streaked his dark head. He had bold eyebrows that curved in unintended arrogance. His lips were held tightly together as though he hated to be here. Speaking will kill him.
Victoria caught a whiff of his very male cologne. It was strong yet gentle. What seemed a bit off was why he had his shirt unbuttoned. He was coming to work, not to a club. She was already aware of his reckless lifestyle and perpetual absence at the company. Like who would appear on the first day of smart work like this?
At one time, over lunch, her friends called him Nigeria’s most irresponsible billionaire heir. Victoria wasn't interested in a vagabond and this strategy of her dad to irritate her with his personality at her side was infuriating.
She would have simply laughed at the fact that a prospective CEO is her assistant. But she was aware of the politics layering of two potential board chairman seen working together.
“Grace, please call Mr. Brooks.” Victoria sighed and dropped her iPad. Zoey ran in followed by Auntie Ima.
“Mum!!” She yelled. Zoey paused when she saw Ethan, “Hi.”
Ethan smiled slightly at the little girl. If Victoria had a child, why does she need him? It was obvious that he needed her more. He didn't have an heir.
Auntie Ima drank in his sight and walked away with her nose up in the air. Ethan would have sworn that Auntie Ima hated him right away as though she knew him. He watched her swing her hips maliciously to the kitchen.
Liam, help me! Ethan begged silently. His jaw clenched.
Victoria held the phone one hand and caressed Zoey with the other. “What am l supposed to do with him? Grace is sufficient. Besides, doesn't he have companies to run?”
“How is Zoey?” The calm baritone asked.
“Hi, Grandpa!” Zoey screamed
"This is a controversial season and you know better.” Victoria cuts in
“I -” Mr. Brooks began. “-thought I taught you better. You don't discuss work at home, not to mention in front of Zoey.”
“I believe in the adage, catch them young. You are in no position to educate me on good parenting. I don't know what is going on, but you can have him back” she hung up.
“I am sure you know I am here. There are proper ways of addressing things.” Ethan breathed in, “Especially in front of the kid.”
“Your first words, in my house, in front of your boss-” Victoria began, “Is an insult? Reserve that wisdom for Cleopatra.”
“Ms. Victoria. You're not my boss.” Ethan corrected with a sigh as he looked around the room. “Until then you'll have to get used to my presence.”
Victoria smiled. She whispered to Zoey. Zoey waved at Ethan with a smile and ran upstairs to her room. Victoria glanced at Grace. Grace quickly joined Auntie Ima in the kitchen.
Victoria stood up slowly revealing her graceful height. Her wet hair clung to her face tightly and her natural face stayed firm. She walked menacingly towards him like a lioness unleashed from her den.
Soon, she stood face to face with him. She could feel his warm breath a few inches from her face. Her brown eyes held his.
“Listen carefully, I love my space. As shameless as you may be to do whatever you are doing now, don't ever think you're in charge of my space even though it's Queen Elizabeth herself that assigned you here. So, you are dismissed” she hissed like a snake.
“I'm afraid I can't leave.”
“What?!” Her voice shook. What?! Unbelievable.
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