CAN YOU BE MINE FOREVER

I stepped into the lavish office, my eyes scanning the room with a mixture of disdain and superiority. The man sitting behind the massive desk, Bronson, looked up at me with a hint of nervousness. I relished it. “Bronson, I trust you're doing well," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. I knew he wasn't doing well. He owed me a small fortune, and I was here to collect it. "Ah, Jaxon, yes, I'm doing fine" he stuttered, his eyes darting around the room. I raised an eyebrow, amused by his discomfort. "Fine?" I repeated, my tone incredulous. "I highly doubt that, Bronson. You see, I've been reviewing our little arrangement, and I notice you're running a bit behind." His face turned a lovely shade of crimson as he fidgeted in his seat. "I-I know, Jaxon, I'm sorry. It's just that business has been slow, and—" I cut him off with a dismissive wave of my hand. "Spare me the excuses, Bronson. I'm not interested in your sob story. What I am interested in is getting paid. And I want it now." His eyes dropped, and he mumbled something under his breath. I leaned forward, my eyes narrowing. "What was that, Bronson? I didn't quite catch it." He cleared his throat, his voice barely above a whisper. "I said... I don't have it, Jaxon. I'm sorry." I sat back in my chair, a cold smile spreading across my face. "Oh, Old Bronson. You're going to regret saying that." “I-I promise you, please give me more time to pay you back,” he said, with pleading eyes. I moved the left corner of my lip with a smile as I stood up, adjusting my suit. “I won't come back here to have this same conversation with you so nicely. So I am sure you are sensible enough to do what is necessary,” I said before leaving the office. Harold, my right-hand man, handed over a tablet to me as I looked at it. “What is this about?” I asked. “That is the new market stocks, it's increasing in the telecommunication department, but it seems there's a problem in the housing market.” He replied “That old hagged Bronson, he is the Head of the department, but I can't see any usefulness in him in that position,” I said as we continued walking towards the elevator. “Well, your father kept him in that position. He has been working for this company for so many years now. You were still in college at that time.” He said as I stopped to look at him “Do you have to remind me what age I was when that man started working in this company?” I asked as he bowed a bit. “I'm sorry about that, boss” he replied. “Get all the information about that man and get back to me immediately, where is Father?” I said “He is at his cabin, resting as usual” he replied. I hummed as we walked into the elevator, which took us to the ground floor. Stepping out, someone bumped into us, splashing the coffee over my white shirt. “WHAT THE f**k!” I shouted as I looked at the stain. “I'm-I'm so sorry, I wasn't expecting anyone to be in the elevator.” She replied Her words triggered my anger “You weren't expecting someone to be inside the elevator? Because it isn't functioning in your normal sense of reasoning” I replied as I saw her stare at me. “Don't you dare insult me! I already apologize to you. What else do you want me to do? Wash your clothes?” She said as she hissed, walking past us, and leaving me in my shock. No one dared to talk back at me, talk more of acting in such mannerless behavior. I look at Harold who shrugs his shoulder with the same shock on his face. The sound from my phone brought me back out of the shock as I picked up. “Hello?” “Come over to the cabin, I want to have a word with you.” I cut the call as I signaled to Harold as we left the company building. A week later I stepped into the office, my eyes scanning the room for the familiar face of Mr. Bronson, my business associate. Instead, I was greeted by a vision of loveliness, her long, curly brown hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. She was sitting behind the desk, her eyes fixed on me with a mixture of annoyance and disdain. "Can I help you?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. I raised an eyebrow, taken aback by her tone. “You look familiar, have we met before?” “You haven't answered my question” She replied, still keeping the irritating look. Aha! The rude girl who stained my white shirt with coffee. This is getting interesting. "I'm here to see Mr. Bronson" I replied, my voice neutral. She rolled her eyes. "He's not available. And even if he was, I'm not sure he'd want to see you. You're probably just another one of his sycophants, trying to kiss up to him for a promotion or a favor." I felt a spark of anger ignite within me, but I kept my cool. "I assure you, I am not a sycophant," I said, my voice firm but polite. She snorted. "Save it, buddy. I'm not impressed. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more important things to attend to." I felt a surge of amusement at her audacity. This little firecracker had no idea who she was dealing with. I decided to play along, just to see how far she would take it. "I'm not going anywhere until I speak with Mr. Bronson," I said, my voice firm. She glared at me, her eyes flashing with anger. "Fine. I'll go get him. But don't expect any special treatment just because you're whoever you are." As she stormed out of the office, I couldn't help but smile. This was going to be interesting. Just as I was starting to enjoy the anticipation, I heard a voice behind me. "Ah, Mr Jaxon. I wasn't expecting you" Mr Bronson said. I turned to see him standing in the doorway, a knowing glint in his eye. "And I see she's as charming as ever," I replied, my voice dry. Mr. Bronson chuckled. “Uhmm, You met with my daughter already. She is jovial and friendly." I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Jovial indeed! Just as I was about to ask, his daughter stormed back into the office, her eyes blazing with anger. "Dad, I need to talk to you about this person," she spat, her eyes flashing with disdain. Mr. Bronson widens his eyes twinkling with shock. "Ah, Don't use such a tone, dear. Mr Jaxon and I have some business to discuss." And with that, he turned to me and said, “I'm so sorry for her manner of approach, I am pleading on her behalf”. I let a smirk as I moved closer to the angry girl in front of me “For some reason, I don't know why she is irritated just seeing me but Mr Bronson, I think you have cleared your debt.” I said, staring at the now confused girl. “What debt?” She asked, looking at her father who bowed his head. “You are mine, angry bird” I replied, smirking more wider than before.