GRAHAM'S P.O.V
A knock sounded on my door which distracted me from my work. I looked up just in time to see my Personal Assistant walk in.
“What do you want Steve? ”, I asked annoyed at the fact he distracted me from what I was doing. He bowed.
“I don't mean to interrupt you sir, but I have something very important to tell you ”, He said while looking at me in the eye. I stared at him gauging his expression and he looked serious.
“Take a seat”, I finally said after a few minutes of silence. He took a chair opposite me and balanced well. He gave me a small smile before speaking.
“Sir, the board members are complaining about the stocks”, he told me. “Why? Isn't the stocks doing well? We are not having issues whatsoever and we are the best in our field”, I said confused. The company was doing so well so why were they complaining.
Steve took a deep breath. “Mr Lockwood, the issue is that the board of directors have noticed that since the rumours of you being gay has started going round, the company's stock has slightly plummeted down. Even though we are still ahead of our competitors, they are still bothered about it. They want you to do something about it ”, he finished explaining. Those people are greedy bastards.
I massaged my temple as an headache was beginning to form. “But they know the rumours aren't true right? So why are they so bothered? ”, I asked as I was getting irritated.
“Sir, I think the only solution to this is to find a way to clear the rumours before the next gala night. You've always attended the gala night without a woman by your side. So the neitizens are suspecting you to be gay”, Steve replied trying to reason out a solution.
“Okay! I get it. So what do we do? ”, I asked.
“I think the only solution is for you to get yourself a girlfriend or better still a wife. You are in your mid thirties already, so everyone is wondering when you will get married ”, he replied smirking.
I stared at him speechless. Steve is not only my P.A but he's also a close friend. Maybe the only friend I have because I can't remember any other person that is close to me as he is to me.
He knows I don't like relationships or like having anything to do with women. Not that I'm gay or anything, but most women after my wealth, status or body. Yes you heard right! Most women call me a Greek god because I am handsome and all.
But I need someone who will see the real me. Love me for who I am not who the world see.
I shake my head disagreeing with Steve's solution.
“What do you mean by that Steve? You know my situation with women. Listen, I know you are married and happy with your love life and I acknowledge you want the same for me, but marriage and love isn't for everyone. And it's definitely not for me”, I said to him speaking from my heart.
Steve leaned back on the chair and face palmed himself for a few seconds. Then he placed his right hand on the desk before tapping on it. He then spoke up.
“I want you to listen to me Graham, not as an employee but as your friend now. Love is for everyone and I mean everybody in this universe. The fact that you don't have it now, doesn't mean it won't come to you later. I understand your situation with women but try to open up your heart - to love. Maybe go to places new. Most times you are stuck in the office or in the environment for wealthy people. Most rich people are always after wealth, status and connections so you wouldn't find pure love.
Go to other neighborhood, try to meet new people and I bet you, you wouldn't even realize when it would hit you”, he said advising me.
I took a deep breath and nodded my head. “Okay! I would give your suggestion a try and if it doesn't work out, I would go back to my normal life. Maybe I would hire a woman to pretend as my girlfriend - someone who would attend social gatherings with me with no strings attached. But I will try out your solution ”, I replied making a decision.
He smiled and stood up. “You won't regret it buddy. Let me get back to work”, he said and walked out.
I stared as he shut the door behind him, different thoughts running through my mind.