Four Brothers and a Bride

Chapter 157: Chapter 157

ASHER

It feels strange to realize that the HQ, which used to be my second home, now feels unfamiliar. Formerly, I walked around with a chip on my shoulder, worshipped by every staff and adored by all. Today, as I make my way across the hall to my office, all I feel are chills running down my back.

Everyone is staring at me but not like before. There are uncomfortable questions in their eyes. They murmur behind my back. I ignore them and head all the way to my office. My new secretary welcomes me.

"Welcome back, sir."

"Thank you, Mrs. Spencer."

"Actually, it’s Mrs. Brighton." She beams at me.

"Okay, Mrs. Brighton." I force a smile before going through my door. Inside, I find Nessa slowly rising from the sofa. Anger sizzles in my eyes. "What are you doing here?"

Since she resigned, we’ve barely spoken. I’ve kept my distance and retained my annoyance at her sheer betrayal.

"Mr. Asher, I’m deeply sorry for everything..."

"I don’t have time for this." I cut her short. "GET OUT." But she stays put while I round my desk and turn on my laptop. "Are you deaf or something?"

"I just thought I’d check on you given everything that’s been going on."

"Gee, thanks. I am terrific. Now, get out before your boss/boyfriend strolls in here and starts making assumptions..."

Mrs. Brighton’s high pitched voice welcoming Josh distracts me. Seconds later, Josh barges into my office and smirks at the sight of Nessa and I.

"I thought I’ find you here." He walks up to her and gives her hair a little down pat. "We have that meeting in an hour, remember? I’d appreciate it if you returned to your desk to make double sure everything’s ready."

"Yes, sir." Nessa gives me one last apologetic look before walking away.

"What is this about?" I ask Josh sternly. Since Billion-Err exposed his paternity and half of Danvarr grew sympathetic towards him, I’ve noticed how awfully confident he has grown. Lately, he’s been rubbing it in that he no longer has any reason to stay within his limits. He boldly addresses himself as Josh Rollins during meetings and even in some interviews.

"Calm down, Asher. Whatever you think this is about, you’re definitely wrong." He tucks both hands in his pocket. "Look, I know our family is going through a lot right now. The business is suffering because of it and in as much as you’d like to return to work and do your job, you have to consider the reputation of the business."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

you haven’t been here. They’re obviously waiting

you asking me to leave, Josh? Are you nuts or

has been working steadily from home because he understands the gravity of

minute, Randall, or I’ll break

just like it has always been Asher Sawyer for

secure about your identity. You might have his blood coursing through your veins but I have everything else; his mannerisms, his mind, his traits

we got it from? We are just like him; we make headlines just by being and when it’s all done, we know how to bounce back. So, don’t worry your little head about us. You’ll need a

I plunk down on my chair

"Are we done here?"

now." He says before walking away with his tail between

more Brett than he could ever wish to

have a normal day at the office, after weeks of dealing with family crisis. I have missed my rhythm and I sincerely hope I

I recognize the caller. If there’s anyone I want to speak to, it’s Ashton. I miss him. If mother hadn’t confided in me while making alternative arrangements just in case father made good on his threat,

guess I have always doubted the longevity of father’s protection ever since Josh came into the picture. Coupled with father constantly breaking his word to me, it seemed the most natural thing to do was secure assets for

my brothers and our mother a fresh start that mirrors what they’re already used to, in case shit

to buzz. Angrily, I take the

need to stop calling

"WHERE IS SHE?"

"What?"

have you done to

would I know Demi’s whereabouts? She doesn’t live in the mansion anymore, remember?" I try not to think too far. If Demi’s truly missing,

since she arrived in Danvarr. I haven’t seen or heard from her either but I lied to him to keep him from worrying too much. Her phone’s turned off. It’s unlike her to keep her loved ones this worried. I don’t mean to apportion blames but I have concrete reasons to believe you and your family might know something about it. Please help

was with us, trust me,

"But..."

I mean it but please quit calling my phone. I’m trying

quickly chimes in before I can end the call. "Maybe I

can’t reach Ashton and trouble him with news about Demi. Still, I can’t leave anything to chance. Ashton and father are still feuding right now. The last thing he needs is

guys look for her. In the meantime, don’t bother anyone else about this. Don’t talk to the media. Stay put, okay? I’ll let you know what

"Thanks, Asher."

without letting me know? If he did, that means he’s starting to distrust me which isn’t good. If he distrusts me, he’ll definitely

of the day, I try to expel every other distracting thought and focus on my job. It

day comes to an end. Intentionally, I linger a bit, waiting for everyone on my floor, and the journalists lurking downstairs to clear out. Even my secretary leaves without poking her head in to inform me first, the