His Drug Of Choice

1 - New

"My road to redemption has no GPS
So guess that time must be invested for this to be manifested
Yes it's, hard living life in the spotlight" 🎼🎤
- King TI

Ron's POV

"What the fuck is this?" I yelled furiously at my secretary, who looked completely unbothered as she checked out her manicure.

"At this point, I'm so fed up with her negligence, yet people think I'm at fault whenever I ask for a secretary change. Whenever the vacancy reads 'secretary,' all they see is 'mistress' or 'sugar baby,' and I'm beyond disgusted."

"What do you want, Ronal?" she muttered seductively, batting her fake long eyelashes. "I did what you assigned me." With that, she stood opposite my desk, arms crossed.

She had been my secretary for only a week, and I already needed Candice to replace her. I don't think she understands just how bad her work performance is, not to mention her lack of professionalism. I hate to say it, but she's the worst secretary I've ever hired.

"You know what, get out of my office," I commanded. She just stood there, frozen as if glued to the floor. She tried to respond, but I cut her off. "NOW!" That's when her chicken brain finally registered how serious I was. She hurriedly left my office as I immediately dialed Candice's extension.

"Mr. Valdez," her line connected.

"Look, Candice, I need you to send my secretary home and resume the interviews," I instructed.

"What happened? I thought she was doing better. Her resume looked convincing," she said, surprised.

"Well, trust me when I say the last one was better. This is madness, Candice. Just take care of her file and let her go." We finished our conversation, and the line went dead.

I had to redo everything and prepare for this meeting myself. I had already postponed it before, so I couldn't risk losing this deal. It took me about four hours until I was satisfied with the paperwork. I shut my MacBook and stretched while seated, spinning in my chair. Suddenly, my door flew open, and there stood my annoying best friend, Nate.

"How are you still here? I thought everyone had left," I asked, holding back a yawn.

"Am I everyone to you, asshole?" he teased. "Dude, you need to go home now. It's late, and you have an early morning," he said, his voice laced with concern.

"I was just about to head out; my body's slowly shutting down. Drop me home? I told Matt to knock off early," I requested.

"If it wasn't for the meeting, we'd hit the gym to blow off some steam, but right now, you need to be well-rested for tomorrow. Let's go," I said as I packed up everything, and we headed for the elevator.

My phone pinged as we reached the car, and I saw that it was Candice. She let me know my new secretary would be arriving early to get acquainted with me and accompany me to the meeting. She mentioned she had thoroughly interviewed her, so I didn't need to. I didn't know what I'd do without Candice—she'd been with me since I started the company, and I considered her and Nate family.

We arrived at the mansion, and I headed straight for the shower. If it wasn't for Nate, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have had dinner. He knows how I lose my appetite when I'm buried in work, so he made sure we ate before bringing me home. After showering, I went straight to bed and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Clay's POV

As I was getting ready this morning, I knew I needed to make a good impression on Ms. Muralie and Mr. Valdez, so I opted for a decent outfit. I went shopping yesterday because I hadn't packed any formal clothes when I first arrived. Imagine coming all the way from Botswana with just a backpack—pretty funny, right?