50 Shades Of Crazy |BTS|

50 Shades Of Crazy (1)

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Copyright © 2016 by crystalkhlaire

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(Wilson Tech Inc. Buliding, San Francisco, California, USA)

"Calling Ms. Freya Wilson. The CEO will be waiting in his office." The intercom boomed in all areas of the majestic company building.

The person whose named Freya Wilson, sighed in distress. Her overload work plus his father always butting around finally got on her nerves.

Standing up from her seat, she straightened her grey pantsuit until the crease, caused by many hours of sitting, smoothened up. Walking along the midst of a busy whirlwind, she held her head high.

'Like father said.' she thought. Always be presentable. Sophisticated. No room for errors. The words that his father always reminde her. Growing up as the only daughter of the multi-billionaire, Simon Wilson, owner of the well-known, international company, Wilson Tech Inc., it's never been that easy.

The heiress of the only technology company who single-handedly beat the Apple Company and Windows. When her mom died from a terminal sickness, the time she would've played with dolls and toys, she was already studying the proper etiquette of a high-class personality, alongside with business management, and other subjects in line with the business they had. Since then, all her time were dedicated in being the perfect daughter and soon-to-be CEO everyone was expecting.

Her father was rough along the edges, but he never fails to be a dad to her. Well, most of the time. After her mom died, his father's been spending to much time in his company, probably to help him to move on.

For Freya's case, she was a bit too young to remember all the memories she had with her mom. But she knew they were close, and her family, whose roots originated from Korea. A bit warm compared to her father's side where American blood runs.

When she arrived in front of her father's office, located on the top floor, she knocked three times and waited.

"Come in," Her father's voice echoed from the other side and the door was opened by his secretary.

Freya walked towards her father's desk and sat at one of the chairs positioned in front of it.

His father finished something off before finally facing her. His eyes grew warm as he glanced at his daughter. "How have you been?"

Freya held back a giggle. "I'm doing fine. How about you father?"

"I told you to just call me Dad even if we're in the office. You're too formal," His father chuckled.

"I'm sorry, let me rephrase it. How are you doing, Dad?" A small smile danced along Freya's lips as she allowed herself to be not-so-perfect in front of her father.

"A bit tired. You came home a little bit too late yesterday. I had no one to eat dinner with," her father slightly frowned at her, wrinkles indicating his age were shown.