He's My Boss

- Chapter 18 -

- Chapter 18 -

JACOBS POV

"Rayan Lopez."
"That's his name?"

"Yes."

Monica pushed her glasses further up her nose.

"Rayan Lopez, just turned 23 last year, characteristic description is five feet nine inches height, long black hair that the man supposedly always wears in a bun, and on his free time he runs several campaigns."

My eyes slightly widened from the last piece information.

"Wow, several, what are they for?"

I felt my looks turn into a curious expression while my body learn further into my leather black chair, hands folded on my Lap in anticipation.

"Umm."

Monica hummed, her focus never leaving the endless papers on the clip board in her hands.

"It says here that for the past four years he's been running a...- O-oh m-my."

Why did this woman suddenly stop.

My position immediately moved forward to my secretary's reach, "What is it that's wrong Clayton?"

I bit my lip curiously.

Watching as Monica never took her shock gaze off of the white papers below.

She silently shook her head.

"Nothing, Is nothing wrong?"

I questioned further, my eyes squinting as Clayton in took a deep gulp.

Okay something is definably not right.

Deciding to take matters into my own hands, my eyes traveled up and down my frozen stiffed secretary's frame, before my arm stretched and my hand fastly gripped the clip board out of her fingers and into my own.

"JACOB WAIT!"

My mind drowned out the fast clicks of heels padding against my offices floor as I quickly studied the paper, scanning along each paragraph before my breath hitched shockingly.

"PEREZ!"

The board was out of my hands, and a bickering "I told you not to take it" Monica stood against my side but honestly I couldn't think.

I couldn't believe what I just read.

"An anti-homosexual campaign, t-the man hates gays."

My words mumbled in low breaths as I tried to process everything.

Our final office inspector hates Homosexuals, if he knew the real me he would definably fail this enterprise and my father will win, everything that I so desperately worked hard for will be turned over to that damn bastard.

My eyes closed in sudden stress, a bawled fist rested under my tightened jaw.

"H-how many?"

Monica spoke back, "How many what Sir."

"H-how many days is this man inspecting us for." I herd myself croak, gaze along far distance through out the room.

"Three Jacob, the third he's holding a well known charity event at his own building that says you must attend to, a-along with your rival candidate and our previous board members."

I immediately sighed out in frustration that was soon to come in these next few days.

How am I gonna do this...

I turned my sudden-migraine growing head away from Clayton and onto my blinds open glass wall, easily seeing Chresanto at his desk, flipping through papers.

Guessing he felt my longing gaze because he turned his attention towards my view.
He smiled
And I, just weakly did the same back.

"God how are we gonna do this."

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This was ment to be short for a reason.

Just a small filler of what's about to happened next but y'all guess what... THE NEXT CHAPTER IS THE LAST FINAL ONE SFAAQEUDARIKDASDJ I HOPE YALL ENJOYED THIS BOOK AS MUCH AS I LOVED WRITING IT AND PLEASE I WARN YALL THE NEXT ONE LIKE NO JOKE ITS PROBABLY GONNA TAKE YALL 5-10 MINUTES TO READ, DEPENDING ON HOW FAST YOU CAN READ MY ISH, IT'S GOING TO BE SOOO LONG FILLED WITH A WHOLE BUNCH OF SHIZZ SO PREPARE YALL SELVES FOR IT RIGHT NOW, CAUSE ITS TAKING ME FOREVER TO TYPE IT!*

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