Chapter 4
1545 Words
Alexander's POV.
“What!” she said, staring at me nervously.
She looked back at Mr Randall, who sat in his chair, then grabbed my wrist and dragged me down the stairs in a rush.
“What are you doing here!” she said, completely flustered.
I smirked. The girl from last night. The one who actually paid me off for a night she thought we spent together.
“Look, if you actually followed me here even after I paid you, then maybe I might have to involve the police,” she said.
“You keep jumping to conclusions, you know,” I said quietly, hands in my pockets.
She froze. She looked at me strangely, like she did not expect me to talk back.
“I came here on official business,” I added.
“You work here? Oh shoot!” she said, shocked. “Look, I don’t expect you to say a word or spread any rumors about me, okay?”
“Of course I wouldn’t, your highness. You paid me for my services already, right?” I said sarcastically.
She paused and frowned. “Better,” she muttered under her breath.
Before I could respond, she turned away and walked out. I was surprised. No woman had ever spoken to me like that. No woman had ever treated me like that. How could she even imagine that I worked here?
I smirked at the memory of what just happened, but Pascal, my driver, suddenly interrupted my thoughts.
“Is anything the problem, sir?” he asked.
“Oh no, Pascal, you can go back downstairs. I’ll just meet with Mr Randall briefly,” I said with a small smile.
He nodded and began to walk down.
“Hold on, Pascal,” I said, changing my mind. “Did you see that lady who just left? Find out everything you can about her.”
He nodded. I made my way back to Mr Randall’s office, already knowing my answer to his offer. I would not be accepting it.
Mr Randall had reached out to me months ago, asking me to consider investing in his company. We had known each other for years. He had introduced several businesses to me in the past and I invested in many of them. I originally refused because this particular company was surrounded by alarming rumors.
As I walked into his office, Mr Randall stood up immediately, excitement all over his face.
“Mr X!” he exclaimed. “Welcome. I wasn’t expecting you today.”
“Yes, Mr Randall, that’s how I do business. I meet with people at my own convenience,” I replied.
“Of course, Mr X. I should get you some refreshments,” he said, reaching for his intercom.
“No, don’t bother. I won’t be staying long. Please sit. Let’s discuss,” I said, adjusting my watch.
“Yes, Mr X,” he said, sitting down nervously.
Mr X, that was the name everyone in the business world knew me by. I bought companies and invested in them quietly, without revealing my true identity. That was how I built my reputation.
“Mr Randall,” I said, smirking, “you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Yes, Mr X. I just wasn’t expecting you,” he said shakily.
Mr Randall was one of the few people who knew what I looked like. We met years ago in Russia, and he often scouted companies for me. I decided whether to invest or not.
“Well,” I said, rising to my feet.
I walked around the office, looking at the ugly, cheap artworks hung on the wall. They were truly awful.
“I came to tell you that I’m not interested in your business,” I said calmly.
“What? No, Mr X, please, I need this. My company is drowning and I…” he started pleading on his knees.
“Your company isn’t drowning. It’s corrupt,” I said, smirking as I leaned against the wall. “I don’t do dirty businesses.”
“Mr X, if you could just…” he began, but I cut him off.
“That’s enough, Mr Randall. You know my no is final,” I said. “Also, I will no longer need your services. I’ll find companies myself.”
“What? Why, sir!” he exclaimed.
I did not bother responding. I walked toward the door.
“One last thing,” I said as I opened it. “Change your artwork. They’re disgusting.”
I made my way downstairs to my car, and Pascal opened the door for me.
“To the house, please,” I said.
As Pascal drove, my mind wandered back to the lady from earlier.
Her audacity. Her confidence. The way she smelled last night. The way she kissed me, the moment we shared.
But then something else crept into my thoughts.
Something I had heard before I stepped into Randall’s office.
I had been outside his door long enough to hear their voices.
He was trying to force her to sleep with him for something
My jaw tightened at the memory.I had seen corrupt and greedy men before, but this was different.
It made me angry.More angry than I expected. Especially because I didn't even know her. I've slept with girls before but something was different about her.
Why was he trying to take advantage of her? Why did it bother me this much?
She was the reason I cut ties with Randall.
“Pascal, anything about the girl?” I asked.
“Yes, sir. Her name is Jane Blake. I’ve requested a file for the background check. It will be sent to your email, sir,” he replied.
I nodded, still irritated.
As we pulled up to my apartment, I noticed a familiar black sedan parked outside.
Pascal slowed the car.
“That would be Mr Collins, sir,” he said.
My lawyer.
I exhaled slowly. He had been in the country for a few weeks now, investigating something for me—something I had asked for the moment I arrived.
My father’s will.
Pascal opened the door, and I stepped out. Mr Collins was already waiting by the entrance, holding a brown envelope.
“Good evening, sir,” he said.
“Collins,” I replied flatly. “Let’s make this quick.”
We went upstairs, and he handed me the file I had been waiting months for. I opened it immediately.
My father’s handwriting was still the same.I skimmed through the pages until one particular paragraph made me freeze.
“He can only inherit the company fully upon marriage” i read aloud
“What is this nonsense?” I muttered under my breath.
“Your father believed you needed stability,” Collins said. “He felt the business required someone grounded… someone settled.”
I scoffed.
“He wanted control. Even after death,” I said.
I clenched the paper in my hand.
One of the main reasons I came back from Russia was to officially take over my father’s company. I had turned it into an empire with my own sweat, my own brain, my own money. Now I’d find out my father placed conditions on me like I was a child.
I wasn’t happy. Not even close.
“Fine,” I muttered. “Leave it on the table.”
“Yes, sir. If you need anything…”
“I don’t,” I cut in.
He nodded awkwardly and left.
A few seconds later, my phone vibrated.
Justin. My oldest friend. The only one who still had the nerves to call me casually.
“Alex, You forgot about the gala tonight, didn’t you?” he said.
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Of course not.”
Justin is my childhood friend, he knows me as Alexander and not Mr X like the business world.
“You did,” he laughed. “Be ready in two hours. I’ll send the driver.”
The call ended.
I loosened my tie, annoyed.
Later that night, I arrived at the gala.The hall was filled with glittering lights, long gowns, expensive perfumes, and people pretending to be important.
Justin was already waving at me from the entrance.
“About time!” he laughed.
I smirked slightly and stepped inside.
Justin tried to get me to enjoy the party. But I couldn’t. My mind wasn’t on the party. It was on the will and on her.
Jane Blake
I pulled out my phone and stared at the document Pascal had sent earlier about her.
Suddenly, a voice called my name from behind.
Mr X?
I turned.
“Stacy,” I said surprised.
She looked happy to see me. “How are you, sir?”
“I’m fine,” I said.
“I was hoping you’d be here tonight. There’s a business I want to show you. I think you’ll be interested,” she said quickly.
Stacy had worked for me in Russia. Smart. Reliable. One of the few I could trust.
Before I could answer, someone stepped up beside her
I looked up and froze.
“Jane blake” I whispered.
Her eyes went wide.
For the first time that night… everything else faded.
I couldn’t look away.
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