The Light Through His Darkness

Chapter Two - The Millionaire?

Justin POV

There was a knock on my office door and I answered by saying 'enter' then Noah walked inside with approximately ten employees.

I inhaled a deep breath, taking up my cup of coffee from my desk. "Are these the individuals who are slowing down my company?" I took a sip as I leaned back in my chair.

Noah nods.

"Sir, please don't fire me." A male employee spoke, taking a step forward from the group.

"I've been working here for almost ten years now and I've also been working for your father as well." I realized he was a web designer as he continued to plead for his job and reputation.

"My wife is very sick and I have kids about to start school including a baby, sir." He slightly trembled in my presence.

Noah looked at me with sympathy on his face and I raised a brow at the employee since I couldn't recall addressing him from the beginning.

"I'm disinterested about whatever you have to say to me." I stated, callously before I took a next sip of my coffee with my eyes narrowed to him.

"I'm quite incurious about you and your family as well." I interrupted him before he or anyone else could speak.

"You're fired and that's it." I declared, placing my cup on the desk, "So get your pathetic life and presence out of my face and the same goes for the rest of you, except for Noah." I ordered while organizing the bunch of files on my desk.

I glanced up from the papers when I heard grumbles, "Did I make myself clear?" I asked and they quickly nodded before grumbling their way out of my office.

Noah sighed after the doors were closed, "Sir, have you found your perfect wife yet?"

I shook my head.

Noah is twenty two years old and he has been working for me ever since I took over this company in New York. He is quite supportive and trustworthy; he has never failed to complete any assignments or work given.

"Remember it's just for a few months, so you really shouldn't have a problem if the woman is imperfect, sir." He stood before my desk and I slowly stood up from my chair.

"I know, but I need to choose the right woman who would be desperate enough for this job of mine and not just because they claim to love me or desire me since I am famous." I straightened my tie and he waited for me to continue.

"And I need a trustworthy wife, which my family wouldn't have doubts about." I took up a certain file from my desk.

Noah slowly nodded.

I examined a paper from the file and I saw the first employee's name, who owes my Father almost half of a million. I went straight to the employee's office and office after office, firing the employees who couldn't pay their loans by the end of this week.

When I made it to the last employee's office on the list, I stepped inside without knocking, "Mr. Knight." I watched as the individual stood up from his desk with a worried expression, saying, "Y-yes sir."

"You should've already been notified about the reason why I am here, so let's get over this." I glanced at my watch before realizing he seemed confused.

"I don't understand, sir." He claimed with a gulp.

"Noah, get me a next cup of coffee." I ordered, feeling a bit exhausted and I exhaled a deep breath as Noah nodded, leaving.

I settled in Mr. Knight's chair and he stood before his desk, staring at me. Mr. Knight has been working here the longest from everyone else in the company, except for the janitors. He also worked for my father when this company was first to open up for business in New York.