“Is that all?”
“Yes sir. So, what do you think about the proposals?” Andre asked me, his eyes observing the paper in his hand as he carefully studied it.
We were finalizing the proposals for this month and had gone through all of them, remaining the part I had to crosscheck before the final conclusions would be made later at the meeting, with my board of directors present.
Leaning into my swivel chair, I adjusted myself and took a deep breath.
It was going to be a tough evening for me whenever I would finally decide to start sorting them out at home but the earlier those files were dealt with, the better.
It was always a stressful night when I had to finalize so many proposals. Calculatingly, I allowed my piercing blue orbs look over the files for a few seconds.
I had inherited the same color of orbs from my mother.
Getting tired of his anticipating stare as he awaited my response, I took a calm exhale. “Email me the details and I’ll deal with them once I get home. Have them finalized.”
Andre nodded in understanding. He was my personal assistant and had been working for me for five good years. Things were going great, just as I had intended.
I was a busy man and intentionally decided to never have a female personal secretary because they were a great distraction and my father’s personal secretary had succeeded in destroying my parent’s relationship many years ago. There was no way I would subject myself to such now. No, I was far too young for any woman’s drama.
I wasn’t about to allow that happen to me also; not like I was in any serious relationship that could get jeopardized.
“Alright. Have a good night.” Andre finally spoke.
He got up, took care of the needed files on the table and arranged the rest in a neat stack.
It had been a long day.
“You too.” I replied after some seconds of gazing at the city before us like it had an interesting story to tell.
The left side of my office was made of tinted glass but was transparent from the inside so I could see what was happening outside but those on the other side couldn’t see through my office.
It wasn’t like anyone would want to try such, being that I was on the highest floor in the company.
The building itself had twenty six floors altogether and that was just the headquarters for the Alfonsi’s group of companies.
I was a man who preferred brooding, staying on my own and I didn’t like unnecessary attention.
That was why it was hard for even stalkers to get any juicy information on my personal life.
Also, I had only one friend and just that one who I had known since I was a toddler.
Since my breakup four years ago, I hadn’t really been with any other woman and I wasn’t ready to be with one. I had so many people around me and that was what an average man needed at some point in their lives.
My mind drifted off to so many things that could be happening out there, in other parts of the world. So many people were obviously laughing giddily, couples were making out with heated passion and some others were celebrating a milestone in their lives.
I decided it was time to head home and got up. Taking my suit, I donned it and took a deep breath.
Exiting my office, I grunted several times as my workers all parted ways for me to leave and greeted me along the way.
I tapped my foot impatiently throughout the elevator ride. I was habitual to doing so because I hated anything causing delay.
James, my driver was quick to collect my suitcase when I finally exited the plushy wide reception. “Where to, sir?”
“Home. Straight ahead.” I responded with clenched jaws, remembering the work that awaited me.
“How was work Sir?” James questioned.
“Hmm.” I grunted in response. That was all my driver needed, to know I wasn’t ready to converse further with him.
My mind drifted to the seminars I had been invited to in the next few weeks.
They were much and I almost felt suffocated. I had started my own business at an early age, going into so many fields immediately I finished my high school.
My parents were influential and that easily paved way for me but I didn’t allow that to slow me down. I never relied on my parents money but on my hard work day and night.
Now I was now one of the most successful billionaires in the country.
Getting home, I alighted the car and strode in, feeling my muscles flexing in my suit with each step I took as the suit clamped on my shoulders. I couldn’t wait to take them off.
“Welcome.” Natalia greeted, her rosy cheeks sparkling in the brightly illuminated hall of my mansion when she spotted me.
I hummed as usual but stood to hear what she had to say. Regardless of how busy I was, I always made time for her because she was more or less the grandma figure in my life. She could never be ignored.
She had been my nanny while I was growing up and had taken care of me over the years, tending to me whenever my parents had their usual business meetings in any part of the world.
She was a short, round woman who loved humming with a gracious smile when running around the house; also the only one that ever scolded me and got away with it.
Anyone would easily know something was up if I kept calling her nanny. They would probably think I was a bit loose in the head if, as a billionaire who had so many responsibilities to handle, I still had a nanny. Now that I could no longer call her the nanny, I just called her my cook.
Even my parents hadn’t brought me up with an iron hand like I had done.
“How was work?”
“It was stressful but rewarding as usual.”
“Kara would prepare your bath soon then.” She spoke softly.
She ran to the kitchen in all her round glory and I knew she would immediately start preparing dinner.
I didn’t give a response as I left for the stairs, already eager to take off my suit.
I changed my clothes into a sweatpants and wife-beater immediately I entered my room. I always took my bath after completing my work so I would just have dinner before resting a bit and going back to sleep.
Walking to my study, I started on my paperwork for two solid hours and when I was almost through, I doubled the pace, checking through the files quickly and signing forms for whichever needed my signature.
The soft click of the door caught my attention some minutes later but I still didn’t raise my head up.
I was intimidating in every way and all my employees avoided direct contact with me but who could really blame me? I had been like this since I finished high-school and joined the business world.
“Welcome sir.” The feminine voice spoke so softly but I heard her all the same.
“Yes?” I grunted.
Looking up from my paper work though, my lips parted and I reflexively sucked in a fresh air.
I didn’t know it was the beautiful Kara, the Cook’s daughter that had been speaking.
This girl in particular, Kara, Natalia’s daughter, was a shining star in a gloomy land. Her presence alone lighted up the vicinity.
It was a pity she steered clear of me whenever I was around. She in particular.
I knew she had just returned from the university hostel because I always kept tabs of all my employees.
I had watched her grow up into the young lady she was. I couldn’t deny that I had been obsessed with her since she was born and weirdly enough, it seemed my little crush from all those years had developed into something I now nurtured. I was attracted to her, whether I liked it or not.
“Yes?” I spoke more clearly, surprising myself.
I hadn’t really spoken much at all in the whole day apart from with Andre. Everyone that got a response at all got a grunt.
My expression was hard nonetheless, so hard that I could see the slight nervousness in her eyes.
Her innocence did things to me. She was beautiful in a way that compelled me to just show her what she meant to me but I couldn’t.
With five ft three height and a frame which made her look anything but pompous, Kara would make a man proud someday.
The thought alone made me seethe with an unfamiliar feeling that tugged at my chest painfully. I stared at her in a way she didn’t realize I was checking her out, slowly trailing my sapphire blue eyes from her face to her rosy lips.
They moved to her round, beautiful chest and flat stomach; also staring at where I knew her most intimate part down south would be situated, then down to her short legs.
I didn’t like short girls.
For her height, she was short and thick but there was something that drew her to me. Her smell, her innocence and her smile. Her beauty.
My groin twitched in a painful way when my eyes zoned on her hands. Those hands would be my undoing someday. I was sure of it.
“Speak.” I commanded.
“Your bath is ready.” She gasped quickly, opening the door and shutting it rapidly behind her as she walked out.
One thing remained. How long would she keep running?