Knock. Knock.
'Come in' I demand in a tone that would make a world champion boxer wee himself, I am beyond pissed.
In walks Joseph Crooks, a weasley looking man, small, weak, with messy hair and an all round clumsy appearance. This is not the image I want my clients to see. Well, it's a good job this guy isn't going to be working for my company anymore! Ha.
He walks over and stands in front of my desk, I smirk at him and tell him...'Sit'. He does and at the same time I stand so that I am looking down at him, I ask him...
"Are you familiar with the phrase 'A cheat never prospers?" I speak calmly and add to the tension.
His adam's apple bobs in his throat. He is nervous. Good.
"Well?" My tone increases, he is making me frustrated.
"Yes Sir, I am" he replies nervously. A bead of sweat rolls down the side of his face. Definitely nervous.
"Do you know the difference between right and wrong?" Again, my tone is increasing because he is pissing me off.
Again he replies, "Yes Sir, I do"
I've let him sweat it out long enough, I'm going in for the kill now. (Not literally though!). "Is that so? Well, I guess that as it is the right thing to do, you will tell me why you've been embezzling money from MY COMPANY? You are a thief, a liar and a cheat all of whom will never prosper. You are fired and will be attending court on the following dates..."
I slide an envelope across the surface of my desk until it is in front of him. He sits there in silence for a second before looking up at me and reaching for the envelope.
"Now... GET OUT!" I roar.
He collects the envelope and scuttles out of my office like a cockroach, he will find it hard to get a job once my head of IT posts his face on every job hunting website in the country, making them aware of his weasley nature!
I need a stiff drink...
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The Billionaire's Secret Child.
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