CHAPTER 3
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BRIANA MORRIS
That nuisance just wants to complicate my life and make me fail at my job, but he won't get what he wants.
If he wants a detailed annual balance sheet, he'll get his balance sheet, but it will be on my terms. I'll just gather all the documents and have them delivered to his office in a well-organized folder.
I don't have time to waste on this, I have to develop a risk management and financial strategy plan that Oliver asked me to prepare.
He wants to make an investment and can't take unnecessary risks.
Oliver never invests his money in something he doesn't believe in, and ensuring he doesn't lose the invested money is my job, my responsibility.
Especially if it involves the name of the Oil Company.
Oliver Thompson and I have a long history. He trusts me enough, and that makes me more than happy and satisfied.
I will never do anything to disappoint him.
I owe everything I am to this man, and his son will have to put up with me whether he likes it or not.
Denner Thompson might be good at what he does, but I'm also excellent at my job, his father made sure I was.
"Miss Morris, I’m heading out for lunch," my secretary says as she enters my office, and then I check the time on the clock.
"Wow, I lost track of time. I’m leaving too, but before I go, please deliver this to Mr. Thompson’s office. It’s the detailed annual report he requested."
She looks at me as if she can't believe what I just said.
"Already? You finished everything?" She seems surprised.
A report like this would take days to complete, but since I know Denner Thompson is just trying to provoke me, I won’t waste my precious time.
He won’t even bother to look at these documents.
"It’s ready! Just deliver it to the CEO’s office, and you can go to lunch. We’ve got plenty of work to do in the afternoon."
"Alright then." She walks into the office, grabs the folder, and leaves immediately.
I organize my desk, frustrated that I lost an entire morning of work, but it’s no use complaining—doing that won’t make time go back. So I grab my purse, smooth out my skirt to adjust it to my body, take a deep breath, and head out for lunch.
I’m standing in front of the elevator on the presidential floor, since my office is on that floor as well. When I go to press the button to call the elevator, my phone rings from my purse, and when I pick it up, I smile upon seeing who’s calling.
"Oliver!" I answer, happy to hear from him since hearing his voice always makes me excited.
"How’s your first day going, darling?" I sigh, remembering what happened earlier.
"You didn’t tell me your son was such an i***t, a narcissist. A complete pain."
He bursts out laughing, and it’s a joy to hear.
"Oliver!" I say, showing I’m upset by what he’s done.
"I’m sorry, darling. But tell me, what happened to make you feel this way? What did Denner do to upset you?"
"He doesn’t want me here, Oliver. That’s what happened. He flat-out told me he already has someone in mind who’s much more qualified to take my place. He won’t make things easy for me here; I can feel it."
He sighs deeply.
"I’ll talk to him about this."
"No, don’t do that, please. He’ll know I told you, and things could get much worse. He doesn’t even know me, and he’s already made it clear he doesn’t like me. Maybe he thinks I’m too young for such an important position, and on top of that, I’m a woman."
"You’re a genius. And my son would never undermine you for being a woman. Just try to be more sociable."
"I’m a genius with numbers, Oliver, numbers. And don’t tell me to be more sociable—I live perfectly fine my way. I just need you. Your son’s the idiot."
"Tell me, once and for all, what did he do to you?"
"He wasted my time. He asked me to prepare a detailed financial statement for the last year. Can you believe that?"
"He didn’t even have the creativity to ask me to do something that would actually be time-consuming.
"I just gathered everything in a folder and had it delivered to his office. I don’t have time for childishness, Oliver. I need to work on the risk management and financial strategy planning you asked me for.
"This is my job—analyzing the risks so you don’t make the wrong investments—and not wasting time with your son’s tantrums.
"I told you it was reckless to make him CEO now. You should have left him as president of the headquarters and nothing more."
I say everything at once, upset by what happened.
Denner can’t intimidate me like this.
"Briana, watch how you talk about my son. I’ll accept a lot from you, but not this. You know very well that Denner is more than qualified to hold the CEO position, just as you’re qualified to hold the one you have. I want you both working together, not fighting like children."
"Then teach your son to behave like the position he holds demands."
"Briana..."
"Oliver, please, I miss you, and I don’t want to get scolded because of your son." I interrupt him, and he sighs deeply.
"Alright, I can see that you two together will be a headache I’m not willing to deal with."
I can’t help but smile.
"I know how to give massages that can ease your headaches."
He smiles.
"I’ll check my schedule for a day we can have lunch together. We need to talk."
"Alright, I’ll be looking forward to it."
"See you later, take care. Don’t get in Denner’s way; he can be pretty difficult when he wants to."
"He certainly took after you in that regard."
"That tongue of yours is going to get you in trouble one of these days."
"I can control my tongue just fine when I need to, you taught me how to do that."
"I’ll pretend I believe you, because you’re still the same. Stay well and don’t get into trouble, and call me if you need anything."
"I will, see you soon, and take care too. I love you."
We say our goodbyes, and I hang up the phone, smiling, happy about the call I just received.
Just as I’m about to put my phone back in my purse, I feel a hand grab me, and when I turn around, I see Denner glaring at me, looking absolutely furious.
Holy s**t, I’m really screwed now.
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