With a heavy push the door swung open, the golden rays of the early morning sun were illuminating the apartment, a warm gentle breeze was blowing in the house through the windows.
As I stepped into my house my phone started ringing, it read grandpa, I answered the call.
“Hello!” I started the conversation, raking a finger through my raven hair.
"Ryan, son, where are you?" He enquired, sounding worried on the other end.
“I just stepped inside my house, what happened?” I answered him truthfully.
"Have you seen the news?" That tone had made me anxious.
“Ugh, what’s it now? Hold on, let me turn on the television.” I searched for the remote and turned it on.
"The young CEO has been spotted hiding his new tattoo!" I groaned.
“I just got it a week back.” I hissed.
"Less and less of the business man’s body seems to not be covered in ink these days and the 25 year old has unveiled yet another tattoo to his world." The news went on.
Here we fúcking go again!
"The new tattoo is tattooed in black and white on his left hand as an extension to his henna style wrist tattoo and a full series of hieroglyphics type tattoos on the upper and middle part of fingers of his left hand."
"Although it’s not a rule tattoos are considered unprofessional and appearance to do matter in business the 25 year old in spite of being the heir, couldn’t take over the CEO chair because of his unprofessionalism yet it doesn’t seem to bother him as he flaunts with a new tattoo."
"Son, why did you get a tattoo again?" Grandpa scolded.
“Why does it even matter now?” I huffed, glaring at the television screen with my brown eyes.
"You’re supposed to make a deal. Instead, you got a tattoo, you know what screwed you at first place and you’re still reckless son.” He whined, I rolled my eyes in annoyance.
“It isn’t instead because the deal is done and what I do with my body is my wish.” I screamed into the phone and turned off the television.
"Lad, if you are really careless about your reputation, how do I help you out?" He groaned, that tone of his flared my anger instantly.
“Mr. Walter Kingston, what on earth is your definition of help sir?” I spat sarcastically.
"Ryan, you know it’s the company’s board of directors which didn’t approve my proposal." He defended himself like always.
“You and your board of directors are one hell of dip shits. You people judged my skills because of the ink on my body.” I snapped.
"Ryan, CEO is the face of the company and your unprofessionalism might affect the company’s reputation." He spat.
“A big fuck you to your company’s fucking reputa—” I was cut off by Rodger snickering, I glared at him.
“Don’t trouble the old man.” Rodger chuckled.
"Rodger!" Grandpa whined, I rolled my eyes.
“Holy fucking shit! Did I tell you how amazing your new tattoo is!” Rodger complimented as he saw my tattoo.
“Have you heard that old man?” I chuckled.
"One don’t call me that, second I know the tattoo is cool but sti—" I didn’t let him continue.
“Nah, enough old man. If I keep on talking more, I’ll be late today.” I hung up the call before walking into the shower.
“Mr. Kingston, how does it feels to get a new tattoo again?” A reporter started their enquiry as I climbed out of my car. I didn’t waste my time in turning back, instead I walked into the building.
The tension built in the air was obvious when I moved in the reception towards the elevator, I heard few greetings here and there to which I acknowledged with a nod, I pressed on the button for elevator to come down and my eyes ran swiftly over the place.
When the elevator doors opened with a ding I walked into the elevator pressing the 20th floor.
“Good morning Mr. Kingston!” Carla greeted me as I stepped out of my elevator. I ignored the greeting and moved towards my office.
After a five minutes there was a knock on my door when I gave her an approval the door opened to reveal a nervous Carla.
“Where is Mrs. Stennett?” I asked her, narrowing my eyebrows.
“Umm sir, I guess she will be late to work.” She said in a low voice her knees already trembling. “Can I get you something?”
“I’ll make sure to fire her this time.” I growled and looked down at files placed on my table.
Sarah Stennett, my personal assistant -who was always late to work, who wouldn’t do a single thing without messing it up- seemed like she was late again, none of my days went good ever since she started working with me.
“No, I’m good.” I answered her, she nodded her head before closing the door behind her.
When I was tapping on my laptop the door opened to reveal Rodger stamping into the room with a scowl which surprised me because one can barely find it on his face. He was an overindulged child who took nothing seriously.
“Why the fuck did I see her here?” He yelled as he approached my desk with a clenched jaw.
“Who?” I asked, gesturing him to sit in the chair and he sat down.
“Blixit!” He hissed and ran his hand through his hair messing it properly. Gigi Blixit, my ex, and Rodger were just never in good terms so this didn’t surprise me.
“What did she do Rog?” I asked him, my eyes at the screen and my fingers tapping on my laptop.
“Blixit things obviously, did she come here to fuck with you after all that she did?” I shook my head not knowing what to answer.
“You were laid right?” He raised his eyebrow accusing me, I tried to stay stern but he continued, “of course you were, your face has sexual afterglow and you are so cheerful.”
“Why do you hate her?”
“When did you guys get back again?” He groaned, ignoring my question.
“Rog, I don’t think I need to give you explanation about my relationships, do I?” I asked him in a cold tone and it took him by off guard.
“Listen, when I was on my business trip Gi called me, she was regretting everything she did, ” he made a ridiculous expression which I ignored and continued, “she was treated like shit in her new workplace. She was apologizing Rog, she was broke and was in vulnerable state.” he gave me a ‘she deserves it’ look but I continued, “so I hired her. She started her work today.”
I wasn’t really sure why I forgave her after all she did to me but when she bragged into my office with tears in her eyes, I couldn’t hold it anymore.
“Ugh, she is a lying bitch.” He mumbled there was dead beat of silence for a minute before he spoke again. “This Saturday I’m throwing a party, it’s going to be amazing with lots of liquor and cigars.” He started bragging about it, leaning back in his chair and his eyes bright and wide from his ideas, if anything he was a proper crack-head at that moment.
He was intense, loud and fucking properly annoying. In spite of the fact that he was bullshiting in my work time I still enjoyed talking to him (unlike 98% of people I have in my life). His fondness for liquor and cigars never ceased to amaze me and not to mention his love for one nightstands. He was a typical frat boy in a twenty-six year old body.
“Ryan” Liam, one of my best friends, barged into my office. Rodger knew that it was worked related and calmly sneaked out of my office.
“Yeah, Ryan!” I repeated in a ridiculous accent, not bothering look at him.
“Have you heard of—” Liam started as he takes a seat on the chair in front of my table.
“Drop it, if it’s about my new tattoo.” I hissed.
“Andrew gave me a call, he said he’ll deal with that, I’m talking about your assistant.” Liam answered.
Andrew, my dad’s twin brother and Rodger’s father, was always the one to clear up any mess related to paps.
“Sarah? What’s with her?” I questioned.
“Walter is upset with you because of your behavior with Mrs. Stennett.” Liam said.
“I’ll fire her sooner or later, she is late to work even today.” I waved a dismissing hand but he had more to add.
“She submitted her resignation letter almost a month back to Andrew but none of us knew about it since Andrew thought it was better to keep it as a secret, yesterday was her last day. When asked why she was leaving her answer was you’re challenging to work with.” Liam explained, my jaw dropped as I heard the news. Well it shouldn’t have surprised me but the fact that I didn’t have an assistant now pissed me off, to add fuel to the fire she had to submit the resignation to Andrew? I was her boss.
“Well, if it isn’t challenging what’s the fun in doing the work? She is just trash who limits herself to everything. Make sure you take the interview for my new assistant.” I remarked as I recovered from the shock.
“You don’t have to worry about that because Walter has already appointed someone. She is moving all the way from Seattle to New York only to work here.” Liam said.
If I wasn’t pissed off already I would’ve been now, I couldn’t for the life of me would never understand why my family -who also happened to be the members of the BOD of Kingston Industries- wouldn’t stop mending in my business.
“Woah, wait! What makes you all think I’ll just randomly let anyone be my assistant? I need to interview her.” I shouted.
“Stop being dramatic, from what I heard from Hayden she is very skillful and has worked for Hayden in the Seattle branch of Evans group. Walter has personally requested him to send a perfect assistant to work with you, if Hayden approved her as good I’m sure she’ll live up to your expectations.” Liam started to convince me.
Hayden Evans, one of the most reputed business men in the world was the heir of the Evans Group, unlike me, he had none to screw him from taking over the company’s CEO seat.
I could never even compare myself to him because he was nothing like me, although we were childhood friends and we had tattoos in common, he was different from me.
He treats his employees with kindness.
Well I guess that’s what he suggested me to do I believe, anyway thing work his way even he was just so friendly and cheerful to his employees. My employees were just brats —that I had to tame.
“Why am I even the CEO of this stupid fabric company?” I growled and threw that name plate which had my name on it on the carpeted floor
“Liam, trust me if she doesn’t have proper working skills I’ll personally make sure to sue her.” I warned him.
“Judgmental bitch!” Liam scolded, I rolled my eyes.
“Don’t you dare quote my words.” I hissed as he repeated one of my saying. I always criticized the Board of Directors of Kingston Industries as judgmental bitches.
“You’re being no better here. You’re already judging her when you haven’t even heard of her name.” Liam pointed out.
“I don’t give a damn about her name.” I spat.
“Just shut up and let her do her work buddy. She will be here from Monday, Hayden warned you to treat her with kindness or he’ll make sure to smack your bones.” Liam said, I rolled my eyes in response.
“Fuck off!” I pointed my middle finger out, he mirrored my kind gesture. “I need to work, see you later.” I looked down at the designs placed in front of me.
“Have a shitty day.” Liam chuckled and walked out.
When wasn’t my day a shitty day?
Ever since I started to work in this shit hole everyday is a shitty day.
I wish the new assistant isn’t a brat like Sarah Stennett.