The Mystic Island of Dreams

Chapter 9

"I want details on all VIP's staying in the hotel for the opening season. Ramp up security and someone get Morgan on the phone or so help me God..."

Micah Ling had a reputation of being ruthless when it came to his business principles but there was one other thing notable about him – his inability to deal with irresponsible people. People like Chase Morgan – his business partner at the moment.

His personal assistant, Miss. Katy Briggs had been with him the longest – six months. He changed assistants as frequently as he updated his security firewalls and that was weekly – also not an exaggeration.

People were scared of him because he was a beast when it came to handling his business and weak minded people would not do for him. She'd only survived this long because she had a spine made from titanium.

"Sir, I've reached out to Mr. Morgan and his assistant informed me that he will be here within the week." Katy respected her boss, a man of pure rippling muscle and disturbing focus. If he wanted something, he got it. No questions asked.

At six feet one, he was pretty tall compared to her five foot six. He was also the first Asian African she'd ever seen in her life. Her research on him revealed his mother was from Africa. She had been unable to find out the specific country, probably because the info was limited to the family.

The mix granted him fair skin that was slightly bronzed giving the illusion of a tan but she knew otherwise – her boss rarely had fun. He was model lean with minimal bulging muscles. Hair the color of gold in the sun and those intense hazel eyes. He always reminded her of a K-drama star. And he dressed like them too – all suit and tie, no belt and leather dress shoes or sneakers.

Today he wore a navy stripped suit with a white shirt and black tie and his must have on Mondays– black Italian leather dress shoes. He looked like he'd just stepped off the cover of a magazine and he was on a lot of them.

"Miss. Briggs, I don't appreciate vague responses." A statement she knew as fact. "Get me a date and do it fast. I have investors to meet with today and they must have a date. You let him know if he's not here by daylight tomorrow without a word directly to me, I will be sending him my terms for the contract termination."

"I will do that right away," Katy said with a quick bow and hurried out of the office. She pitied Mr. Morgan, no one messed with her boss and got away with it. He was a power on his own but add his family name and you were messing with a territorial power of generations.

Micah was beyond pissed. Morgan knew how important this resort was in the scheme of things to come. This was only the start. He could have worked with his father on this but he knew better than to realign himself with his family. They'd take all the credit for his hard work and he would die before he ever let that happen.

Lost in his thoughts, he almost didn't hear his phone ring. He picked up the phone to accept the call and a scowl came on his face. It was a reflex reaction his body made whenever his father called. He accepted anyway.

"Yes?" A question and greeting packed in one. 

"Son that is not how you say hello." A voice as familiar as his name filtered through the phone, old and strong. His father may have aged over the years, but the strength in his voice had only deepened with time.

"What do you want?" He was in no mood for his father and the old man knew it which was why he didn't push further.

"It's time for you to come back home." Micah had always known this day would come. There was only so much liberty his father could grant him before he'd attempt to leash him again.