I'll Decide My Love Life Again

CHAPTER 3: A RUN TO BE MY FIRST SECRETARY.

For the past good years I’ve been saving lots of money despite my lavishing and

extravagant lifestyle, with women and for the cup of dry gin in the bars and

sophisticated motels in London, I still have a lot of papers left to press new meters.

To grow as a model I have decided to have my own Modelling agency and as such I have decided to go for an aspiring Modelling company in London right here, named ‘Brentford Modelling Agency,’ and train my own kind of Models.

It would cost me just fifty -five thousand dollars to get my signature as the real owner of the agency, one I call chicken change, as money is not a problem for me.

And after these, to grow my revenues, I would head to work as a porn actor in England here, so that I can earn millions of dollars, grow my t****k account to be a t****k star, building my i********: page too to be a great influencer to many brands and also one of the most popular Models on earth, taking the title of the head of ‘Tyson Beckford,’ the ideal man to beat.

It was everywhere all over the streets. My name, Jackson Myles, a young and solo entrepreneur who is now making waves in London city and is finding new models and staff workers for his company as it is open to recruiting new personnel and firing the old ones.

“Hey you, yes you, you are fired,” I would tell one of the workers who happens to be my manager and am sure am probably never going to be needed in my office any longer.

My company needs some good shape, I had thought; things are not going to work this way as all the company staff are macho men like me with an Adam's apple like mine.

I would also be changing the style and narrative around here as I want to rebrand my new company, no longer recruiting male models but rather hire to my residue Fine English and Caribbean ladies and pretty black ladies in my City and all over England.

But no, if I do that I thought otherwise, it would lower my regimen and depict me as one that is just trying to build a Pornhub, not the regular pornhub you know and go to drink, but porn-hub.

I would be definitely doing it dual, recruiting both male and female models into my company and separating them into different segments. I would ask around politely who my secretary was and one of my workers Gary would point to an old man, old enough to be called my father.

At first I became irritated at just his old age but I would ask Gary, “Gary are you for real,? this man walks like a baby who is adventuring with a mummy trying to use his legs and not rather creep anymore.”

They burst into laughter at my staff, much more than I had expected that I still have in me comic relief when I am around people, as my staff found me so cool and personally related due to my highlife demeanor and so it would look like backstabbing if I sacked any good staff of mine.

I definitely will be needing Gary and some other cool guys like Jacobs, Bishops and Gibson as they were the pillars of the agency before my signatures have taken hold of it. I would ask; “ Gary don’t you think I will be needing a brand new secretary, cause the old one is looking so weary and tired”.

Gary would not oppose as he said “It’s fine boss, if you think it’s right for the company, you get on with it.”

‘Hmmmm!’ I am beginning to like this Gary guy, but I hope that he does not think I’m gay because I’m only trying to be not just his boss but his friends as I am looking to have a very harmonious social environment working around me.

The posters are everywhere, Brentford Modeling Agency is looking for a new secretary, a female secretary you can apply with your CV, but right before the newscaster would round up her news she had this to say, in her own voice; “But why will Brentford Modelling Agency be looking for a female secretary to be precise? Does this mean that there are hidden benefits for the female?” she concluded.

I would burst into laughter rather than feel awful or soured about my decision, while sitting on my couch on a blissful Sunday night.

The next morning, on a Monday, I was shocked to see a pile of ladies standing in queue waiting to submit their CV’s one after the other, as the race continued to decide who would be my Lucky secretary. I felt so big in my head and so much accomplished as I kept on telling myself Jackson Myles you have made it, Jackson Myles, you are popular now, clinching hard my fists as I promised myself in my silent thoughts.

“Good morning Sir, it’s a pleasure to meet you sir, I am Jennifer Wade, oh my gosh!!,

I am standing right in front of Jackson Myles,” she had this to say.

I became pissed but I pretended, so I have this to say, “Nice regimen you have here but am sorry but we would not be needing your services here,as you don’t have the…,”

“don’t say the word,” Miss Jennifer Wade would say as she cut me right before I had completed my speech, as she also picked up her bag and walk out of my sight so disrespectfully, even forgetting her Cv which I dumped right there in the garbage bin.

“Next person please,” I told Gibson as he ushered in new applicants one after the other, with Gibson replying to me “right on my brakes Sir.”

I began to feel in my head like King Mordecai waiting for the right secretary, like Hadassah to show up so we could get this over with.

Gary was so much loving the process as he was toasting my secretary applicants right before my eyes and taking their numbers too, one which I applaud so well taking right after his boss and am happy to know that Gary have showed no signs of being a gay as much as I had confused his Mr. too-nice gesture.

“Good morning Sir, am Magdalene Myers by name,” she said as she had dropped her Cv right on my table and pushed it a little bit right in between my arms on the table.

Immediately, I lost my voice as I have not seen for a very long time such magnificent beauty in London, looking so beautiful without any form of makeup, very raw and natural.

As soon as I had regained my voice, I had told Gibson, the head of the recruitment

team, to dismiss the remainder of the applicants as they should come again tomorrow.

Gibson obeyed saying “ Yes Sir”, as he did just that.

I would apologize to the young lady Miss Myers, a name that sounds like mine, Myles, for my voice earlier and I would give her the job right away with just a glance at her Cv and at her beautiful precious face.