Twist of Fate

CHAPTER 3

PHEONIX

"You'll go there as i said." My father's commanding tone.

I frowned in frustration. What's wrong with him? Im already handling the company but he kept on meddling with my decisions. And i dont need to ask him why. I already know the answer. He just clearly doesn't trust me.

Even though im his only son. He is like that to me and always been like that. I just want him to be proud of me that's why I kept on following what he wants me to do. Wether in my personal life, my own company, the company I inherited from him and most of my decisions.

I sighed and bowed my head to show respect. "Yes master."

We're like this, it's like im just some sort of his employee or something. From when i was young, he is always been like that. I've never even tried to bond with him even once in my whole existence. And up until now, nothing changed. Nothing at all.

He's got high expectations. As high as his company's scraper. I remember when i did something wrong when i was in college. I took  Engineering as my course. He got mad that he almost disinherited me.

And as his way of punishing me, he made me took two courses at once. Civil Engineering and Business Management. And I swear it's not easy. It made me go through tough things just to graduate in those courses at same time. But I accomplished, I did finished with Latin honors in both.

I surpass all his told. But I guess his expectations are just hard to reach that i feel like i still lack at everything. There's still a barrier between us that he won't even let me call him 'Dad'. He wants me to call him 'master' like our employees and servants do. I grew up like that, my mom is the only person who's making me feel light in every passing day of my life.

Living in this world to do his bidding. Living for his own content. I did that at a young age. I've never heard him call me 'son'— it's always been 'Young Michelin'. And i did commanded him in everything he told me to do. Because i want to hear him say that he's proud of me. That's what I'm aiming for from the very beginning. But obviously, that's next to impossible.

Being a son of a Monster Business Tycoon or should i say— being the son of Nicks Cintov Michelin a Greek-British tycoon, isn't what others think like. Yes we have the money, respect, and the power. We can have everything in just a snap of our fingers. But the connection in this family is missing, or i must say— it's not a family at all. Money is what's making us wake up in the morning and binds us together.

I'm not like this if not because of him. My father made me and wanted me to be like this. Cold and ruthless. Specially in terms of business.

"Well then, im going." He bid and tapped my shoulder. "Don't dare disappoint me Young Michelin."

And there i bowed more to show respect. And after doing that, i stayed in my place until he left my office. I blew a deep breath and held my nape. I tilted it from side to side making a cracking sound. I feel so fucking tired.

I walked towards my table and sat on my swivel chair. I continued reading all the documents for our new branch in Belgium. I scanned all the reports that's needed my sign. And i threw some of the trashy recommendations from the other companies whose requesting for business partnerships. Fuck them. They should make a better recommendations.

I removed my reading glass when i felt my eyes hurting. So I squeezed it shot and rested my head for a while. And then I pressed my intercom— calling for my secretary.

"Good afternoon Mr. Michelin." She greeted me.

I just nodded and intertwined my hands as I rest back in my swivel chair.