𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 ✓ (𝟷𝟾+)

The shock

Roger

Brandon, the man I was doomed to call father, was a vile piece of a human being. Not only did he embezzle from our company before handing me the reins but that bugger also intended to sue me for the troubles in his life. For his fucking addiction.

He was an abomination to mankind and I hated calling him by his name, let alone use the pious word- father. Every time I saw him, my ears rang up and my mind replayed the past - memories of him beating up my mum. Brandon would go off like an engine, lashing her with words and his fucking belt till his anger and residual alcohol put him to sleep.

When he went to rehab, I assumed my worst days were behind me. It was a hope I carried but I was wrong.

He was back. Not only did he sneak into my office and fuck one of my assistants over my desk, he left a note and a photo to let me know. He was marking his territory again. Of all the girls in the office, I knew he had had eyes set on Georgia. But since she would never fall for his theatrics, he used the one who lived to serve anyone in the company.

I was sure if Brandon had his way, that sex manic wouldn't let go of Mrs. Rose either. Or that feisty steno Arin.

Somehow Brandon knew how my meetings were lined up to walk into my office. Of all places, he knew where I spent my most waking hours.

Work had become my life after my real life crumbled.

My only escape and a point of solace in all this was when I talked to her. Babydoll.

Though she doesn't know who I was, it also took a great deal more from my end to not reveal my identity. I wondered if she knew who I was, would she treat me differently? Or would she fall for my money like all others?

For now, the secret remained safely locked.

My phone rang sharp, crashing against the silence in the room. My attorney's name and image flashed up before I picked up to his cheerful voice.

"Evening, Mr. Murphy."

"Evening, George. What have you decided? Should I go ahead with it?"

"Well if you have decided over it, then I won't stop you. I have looked over the papers. It seems good. Whoever drafted it, seems to know what they are doing"

"It's my stenographer. Arin."

"I think it's time for a promotion then." He chuckled. "Take her up Mr. Murphy."

My eyes rolled inwards, knowing well what that pervert meant. His implication to take Arin for promotion had nothing to do with an actual promotion.

I never would date, let alone sleep with anyone from the company. Mixing business and pleasure wasn't what I professed. Moreover, the feisty one was off my taste. She was a bit...too challenging. Not that was a problem, but with my life doubling down on me, I wanted to stay away from troubles.

"Okay, then George," I crashed on the couch and answered. "I will make them an offer... Thanks for your help,"

"No problem, Mr. Murphy."

Ending the call, I dialed up the person whom I hated more than Brandon.

*

Arin

Next day

"Good morning, Arin." Mrs. Rose's soft voice washed over me. I paced towards my desk, removing my shoes to wear the stilettos before answering her.