What Connor Wants... (BWWM)

CHAPTER THREE: SOUTH AFRICA

Ring, ring, ring. The phone in Connor's office rang, and for him, the phone ringing only meant more work.

"Yes, Berta, what is it that you want?" Connor asked his personal assistant, the irritation in his voice making it known that he was not interested in whatever she had to say.

"Well, Mr. O'Brian, your father is on his way up to your office, sir," His PA informed him, and this had the clocks in Connor's head spin as he wondered what his father wanted from him again. He knew that he could not show his displeasure to his employees.

"And why is that a problem? Because if my memory is clear, my father is in way still in charge of the company, and besides, he barges in whenever he feels like it," Connor informed his PA, who went silent for a while.

"Well, sir, it's just that Mr. O'Brian seems happy," Connor's PA informed him, and this almost had Connor drop the telephone. But, unfortunately, his father being in a cheerful mood, was not heard of, and often it meant bad news.

"What do you mean he's happy?" He asked his secretary.

"Sir, I mean like he's pleased, like smiling from ear to ear happy," Berta highlighted, and even Connor had to make sure that he heard right.

My father and the word 'happy' was never mentioned in the same sentence. Connor hoped that nothing had happened to his brother Stephan because the only reason his father would be this excited was if he heard the news of Stephan kicking the bucket.

"Well, thank you for informing me," Connor thanked his PA.

"Sure thing, sir," Berta thanked her boss, and Connor ended the call and patiently awaited his father's arrival. He had no idea what his father would do, but with his father, one never knew what to expect.

Connor raised his head as his door came unlocked, and his father walked in, slamming the door behind himself. The smile on his father's face was evident, making Connor worried.

"Oh, my wonderful son, how are you today?" His father asked him cheerfully, and Connor raised his eyebrow.

"Good morning, Father. May I ask why you are so happy all of a sudden?" Connor asked his father as he removed his attention away from his computer.

"What do you mean, my son? Can I not be cheerful for once?" His father asked him.

"No, Father, you are certainly entitled to happiness even though that seems unlikely. So would you tell me what brought you this sudden happiness?" Connor asked his father, hoping that he would find the underlying cause of things as soon as possible.

"Well, son, we have been trying to expand O'Brian industries to all continents and not just in America. So last week, I spoke to Mr. Buford about our expansion and was wondering if we could partner up, and this morning he sent me a contract, and I signed it," His father informed him, and this shook Connor to the core.

"You did what? Father, you can't just sign a contract without informing the investors or me!" Connor stood up from his table and slammed his hands onto his desk.

"Well, this is my company," His father shot back at Connor, which did not catch Connor off guard.

"I know, Father but last time I checked, you were semi-retired, and I also remember that the doctor clearly said that you should be at home resting," Connor reminded his father, and his father was not too pleased with that.

"Connor, I am your father, so get prepared. Tomorrow, you are taking a private jet to Africa, and I do not want to hear anything about it."

"Father, you cannot be serious? You can't just wake up one morning and expect me to be in Africa like some sort of magician," Connor pleaded with his father and hoped that his father would change his mind. But, looking into his father's eyes, Connor knew there was no hope; his father would never change his mind. He had lost the fight against his father.