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Rafael Sr. Claude


I arranged a dinner to all CEO's who are billionaires and millionaires.

To celebrate and to organize some things with other CEO's because there are upcoming new interns next week.

In addition, I know Caesar will be my intern.

The future CEO of Claude Organization Corporate.

I invited the Delacroix Organization Corporate, De Ruiz Management from Spain, Lopez Management Corporation and Vilanueva Corporate from Philippines, and etcetera..

As the CEO's we're eating dinner, I approached Mr. De Ruiz.

”Greetings, Mr. De Ruiz. Is it majestic seeing all the CEOs eating, having fun and having a break from work?”

“Ahh, yes. I totaly agree. We expect CEOs that your son will be the next CEO of your overall corporation?”

“Yes, indeed! He is currently 2nd year, soon after a year, he will graduate.”

“Ahh, who and which son of yours?”

“My third son, Caesar Kaizer Claude. We will expect him to be the next one.”

I said firmly, he's not even my third child, he's my fourth child.

who wanted to be a stupid pilot.

I dont even have regret saying that he is my THIRD child.

“How about you, Mr. De Ruiz?”

“My brother who's 26 years old.”

“Why not your daughter?”

“I want her to become a lawyer.”

“Ahh I see, she is 2nd year, right?"

“Yes, she is.”

“We are getting old, since there are new interns working next week, huh?”

“Oh yeah, I heard from spain.”

I nodded and drinks a cup of wine. As I went to the living room, I saw Khentler sitting on his wheelchair.

“Khen, long time no see.”

I handed him a wine but he refused to drink, he's in his wheelchair looking pale.

“Why my Khen is not drinking wine anymore?"

“I'm sick, idiot."

“Sorry man.”

I teased fakedly, I added

“So, who will be the next CEO of your Delacroix Organization?”

“I don't know, yet."

I nodded understandly.

“You know what? Get well."

I said firmly as I pinched his hand. He seems getting old and weak.

Literally pale.

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I went to Xynna's apartment again, to watch her.

I miss the scent of her hair.

The way her fingers touch and cleans my wounds.

Her soft touch.

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