With you again

Chapter 4

As I held that chair, my mind decided to take a little vacation. I mean, seriously, what in the world was I doing? I have a laundry list of more important tasks, like contemplating which vintage car to add to my collection or deciding which tropical paradise to jet off to next. But hey, who am I to resist lending my impressive talents to the cause of a very attractive person in distress? So, with a sigh and a dash of expletives, I reluctantly dove into action.

I started sparring with him, and I'll begrudgingly admit he had some skills. However, let's not kid ourselves; he was no match for my unparalleled prowess. My entourage of bodyguards, who could easily double as statues, stood there watching, probably wondering why they bothered with that expensive gym membership.

Then came the dramatic twist. As I closed in, I whispered something that could make a superhero's knees go weak. Another deal, because apparently, one deal isn't enough in my world. I generously offered him a mere 10 million a month if he'd come and join my squad. And just to sweeten the pot, I promised that in a mere six months, he'd have his cozy little house back, and he could quit this gig. Oh, and I pulled out the secret sector card that he had no idea I was holding. The look of shock on his face was almost worth the trouble.

And then, the ultimate plot twist: "You can also pay your brother's tuition." I mean, who could have guessed that someone would actually consider their family's well-being over a fat paycheck? It was a real tearjerker moment, I tell you.

But just as I was getting ready to congratulate myself on my convincing negotiation skills, he bit me! Yes, bit me like a rabid squirrel and bolted for the exit. What on earth was wrong with this guy? I chased him all the way up to the rooftop of a boat, my gun in hand, and fired a warning shot. He jerked away, stumbled backward, and hit the railing.

"I'm not a patient man, Porsche," I warned with all the charm of a CEO with a God complex.

"UGH," he screamed, clearly distressed. And then, to my absolute astonishment, he yelled, "I WOULD RATHER DIE THAN BE YOUR BODYGUARD," before dramatically hurling himself off the boat.

HUH?????!!!! What just happened? I rushed to the edge, but he had vanished into thin air. So, with a perplexed expression on my face, I told the sailor to take the boat back to the dock. After all, it was just another day in the thrilling life of a magnate with a penchant for melodrama.

***

"But Papa, he won't take the job or the money," I pouted, leaning against the mahogany desk in my luxurious office, where even the paperclips were probably worth more than most people's cars.

My father, the quintessential embodiment of wisdom and poise, adjusted his reading glasses as he looked up from the intricate chessboard sprawled out before him. "Kinn, you have to be patient," he responded, his voice dripping with the kind of sage-like wisdom that only comes from a lifetime of running a corporate empire.

"But I was..." I continued, as I casually grabbed a crystal tumbler and poured myself a glass of the finest vintage beer, because, well, why not? "Why do you even want him to work for us anyway?" I mused aloud, as I swirled the beer around in my glass, its frothy head almost mocking my inner turmoil. Despite my faux indifference, I was thrilled with the idea. After all, if he hadn't made that choice, I'd probably have to promote my bumbling butler to the position, we can't have that,  and heaven knows how that would have ended.

My father, lost in thought, pondered the question. He was engaged in an intense chess match with his personal bodyguard, who, in my humble opinion, was more of a bosom buddy than a mere protector. They shared camaraderie that would put most friendships to shame.

My father, still engrossed in his game of chess with his personal bodyguard, who seemed more like a lifelong friend than a mere protector, took a moment to ponder my question. "Isn't it interesting," he finally said, his voice filled with contemplation, "how no matter how much money you throw at him, he won't do the job? Most people, Kinn, they see a sizable sum, and they're ready to dive into the deep end without a second thought. But this young man, living as an orphan with his younger brother, well, he's a different breed, isn't he?"

He leaned over the chessboard, his fingers hovering above a knight piece. "It's a matter of principle," he continued, his eyes narrowing in concentration. "Some individuals still value their integrity, their commitment to family, over the allure of wealth and power."

I nodded thoughtfully, taking a sip of my whiskey. "So, you're saying he turned down our generous offer because of his loyalty to his brother and uncle?"

My father smiled a hint of pride in his eyes. "Precisely, Kinn. It's a rare quality, one that's becoming increasingly scarce in this world. We could use someone like him, someone who stands by their principles. It's not just about the money; it's about the values he represents."

As my father moved his knight on the chessboard, I couldn't help but admire his wisdom. Indeed, it was a fascinating observation—how some people could resist the allure of wealth and power, driven instead by their unwavering dedication to their loved ones. In a world where deals and compromises often ruled, it was a refreshing reminder that there were still individuals who held fast to their principles, even if it meant turning down the riches that others would kill for.

"Checkmate," my father declared triumphantly, his eyes gleaming with the satisfaction that only a victorious chess move could bring. Chan, his ever-present chess rival and personal bodyguard, couldn't help but offer a wry smile in response, his amusement evident in the twinkle of his eyes.

"We will have a rematch later," Chan retorted, his tone laced with a hint of annoyance as he began to reset the chessboard with deft precision. He had clearly taken the loss personally and was already plotting his grand comeback. My father chuckled heartily at the prospect, his laughter filling the room with warmth and camaraderie.

Turning his attention towards me, my father grinned, his expression one of paternal pride mixed with a dash of mischievousness. "Kinn, my boy, it seems I've won this round. Perhaps you should take up the challenge next time?" he suggested with a playful wink.

As they exchanged a few more jests and friendly banter, it became apparent that my father was about to embark on yet another round of meetings and business dealings. Chan, ever the dutiful bodyguard, followed him out of the room, and I couldn't help but surmise that my father's agenda was as packed as ever.

***

A few days later, after wrapping up my first meeting of the day, I strolled into the opulent living room only to be greeted by the sight of Porsche, sitting rather nonchalantly on my expensive couch as if he owned the place. I mean, honestly, who just invites themselves into someone else's lavish penthouse? Frankly, I wasn't the least bit surprised. I had a feeling he'd come crawling back sooner or later, but, of course, I knew exactly what had transpired, and I had no intention of letting him in on the secret. So, with a congenial smile plastered on my face, I sauntered over to him.

"I thought you said you would rather die than become my bodyguard. What happened to that statement?" I huffed, my tone dripping with mock incredulity.

Porsche, the picture of reluctant surrender, muttered, "Shut up, fucker," before letting out a long sigh. "I... just, well... need... my house back."

Ah, yes, the classic excuse. I could spot one from a mile away. It was abundantly clear that my well-thought-out plan had worked like a charm, perhaps it wasn't the most morally upright scheme, especially considering his poor uncle, but hey, all's fair in love and business, right? And who could argue with the results?

Summoning Porsche to follow me, leading the way as he as he had no other choice but to reluctantly trail behind. I led him through the lavish corridors of my sprawling mansion, enjoying every moment of his reluctant compliance. "This is where you'll stay," I announced, gesturing to a well-appointed room that was to be his new abode. "You have a roommate, by the way. His name is Pete. From now on, if you have any questions, ask him. For now, just get yourself settled in."

With that, I left Porsche to his devices and made my way to the next meeting, a sense of satisfaction washing over me like a wave. I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in my stomach; I just knew Porsche would come knocking on my door sooner or later. After all, I had meticulously orchestrated every twist and turn of this little drama. As I jogged in happiness towards my next appointment, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride in my manipulative prowess. Ah, the sweet taste of victory!

The next chapter is Porsche's POV guys 😎😎✨✨ Hope you've enjoyed this one!

*Sorry for the short chapters there will be a long one soon.