Billionaire Problems

Chapter 1: Triangle of Premonition

Andreas Stratos

Morning

11:53 A.M.

Pacific Heights

Mansion

The next morning, Nikita wasn't in bed with me yet again. Sighing, I ran my fingers through my hair, feeling a sizzling anger rising and melting my heart. I didn't deserve this kind of treatment from her. She could have at least texted me that she left or something.

I got ready for the treacherous day at work. I wore the usual black and white blouse suit, my brown-trimmed hair slicked back in a very fashionable hip way, my stubble was lined to my jaw perfectly, and my eyes were the same dark-hazel brooding color. I'll admit, I am a very handsome man. Many girls fawned over my well built Adosin body and my well sculpted face. But that's all. My personality can sometimes be crap, but I don't choose to act that way to most people. I'm sophisticated, generous, kind-hearted deep down but on the outside I was the opposite.

Maybe that's why sales had been decreasing.

Deciding it was better to skip breakfast and head to work right away, I stepped out of my mansion with my car keys in hand. I fired my chauffeur since I didn't want to lose more money in my bank account. My dad, Theodore Stratos, had always thought I was the golden child in the family. He cared about me and in my hardest times, he would provide me with the things I needed. He had 2 billion in my bank account right now but I was wise enough to not use that money for my business. Why? Well, some business partners are very affordable some want a high price that can pay off the US's debt. So I kept that money in there for safety if anything happened to me, Nikita, or a family member.

Making my way to my small garage, I stared at the red beauty in front of me. She was a Ferrari, a very beautiful one at that. It would be a shame if something happened to her but I took that thought out of my head once I sat on the lavish leather seats. God were they soft. Turning on this roaring beast was a thrill itself. It roared louder than a lion and shook the ground like a horses hooves would. Shutting the door, I could feel the stupid childish smirk on my face as I drove off to work.

Well, at least my Ferrari made this day enjoyable.

30 minutes later

The main building of Stratos Industries seemed to have been getting quieter by the day. I was saddened by the lack of motivation the front receptionists, John Doe and Mary Sue, were showing. They seemed bored, nonetheless like robots that were turned off and needed to be switched back on. Well, as CEO, I would need to do that.

"John, Mary." I acknowledged them in a cold voice with a little bit of authority.

Both their eyes widened in fear and they sat up straighter, Mary fixing her rectangular glasses and John running his hands through his messy hair, trying to fix the birds nest with no obvious luck.

"Mr. Stratos." they both said in unison, fear in their eyes as I approached the front of the reception booth. They both gulped as I looked at them with a blank expression.

"Pay attention next time. I expect a good morning, afternoon, or any type of greeting suitable for the time of day for me and for other guests. Is that clear?"

They both nodded in unison once again and changed their postures. I nodded and left, heading up to my office. Now in my sanctuary, I threw my bag on the leather couch in the corner, sighing in dismay. Even walking in to this lonesome and quiet office didn't relieve the stress. I gingerly slumped down on my office chair, staring at the blank screen in front of me. As much as I wanted to check on my computer for any new things about Stratos Industries, a part of me was holding me back. I knew that it would have just gotten worse.