Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir by Ryker Helios

17. A new assistant?

Coraline’s interview is coming closer to its end. I feel anxious to get out of here, as the surrounding seems to have an almost suffocating effect on me. Everything I learned today is too much for me to handle. I need some peace and quiet, a chance to leave the building. But Gerald dogs my steps along the

way.

“I know it’s too much to handle,” he says, “but think of it this way. You will be getting a COO’s salary rather than an allowance from your father. You would be able to live as independently as you want. Get your own apartment, your own vehicle, and take care of yourself like you want to.”

“Very tempting, Gerald,” I mutter unhappily, “but I’ll pass for now.”

“Jace,” for the first time, he calls me by my name, and I turn to him with a sigh He looks confused, “why do you deny this so much? Is it because of my position in the company?”

“God, Gerald, that’s the last worry in my mind,” I assure him, “in fact, I feel good about having you here at the company. You could clearly handle yourself as you did with that asshole manager.”

Gerald purses his lips, and regards me for a moment, “Then why are you denying this opportunity?”

“Gerald, I’m only human,” I confess, “I can’t go to school and work as the fricking COO in a company. You have to understand this. I’m not even twenty-five years old. I do not have the experience, nor do I have the necessary qualifications. And more than that, Aiden’s fricking father is the third majority shareholder, and his son hates my guts. Clearly, his father lets him do what-the-hell-ever he wants, and the last thing I want is to have problems in the company because we can’t stand each other-”

She catches the tension between

in, “I’m

said they would give me a call after evaluating me,” for some reason, she does not look

then. Let’s get out of here. Do you have any other

last one for a while,” the unhappiness in her voice deepens, and I

make a show of glancing at my wristwatch, “do you want to have lunch

lips, and nods,

exasperation, “tell dad I want to talk to him about the liberties he seems to be taking

the last moment, changes his mind, “very well. I will do what I can about our third majority

he leaves for his

servant at all, huh,” Coraline comments as the waiter leaves our table after placing our

a regular attendant. I have never had French food before, so I was open to the experience. Besides, the day had already become the worst it could be. I’m pretty sure nothing else can happen to sour it.

the CEO of Zelt Tech and a friend of my dad’s. He’s looking after me as a favor

you around and do his job?” Coraline wondered loudly,

subject, “so, I hope you’re not having any personal problems

girl. It was hard for them when I moved out in the first place. Now my