Chapter 3: Mr CEO
Christopher
Why does karma have to be such a bitch.
Of all people.
Okay, let me take you down memory lane.
5 days ago
"Name Sir"
This woman is really pissing me off.
"Christopher Baxter"
"So Mr Baxter, what did you see"
What I saw was a mess. A nightmare
I kept silent.
"We can go down to my office if you like"
"What I saw was my best friend killed while I was watching and I did nothing about it. So what I would like is to go home and rest and get my best friends blood off me and stop the flashing images of my best friend dying. Can I have that?
She looked at me for some seconds then wrote something on her note pad before she spoke again.
"Here is my number call me when you ready to talk and if anything comes up don't hesitate to call me" I looked at her hand then her face. She is something else.
"If you wanted me to have your number you should have just said so. But unfortunately for you I'm not interested. And tell your FBI buddies not to contact me, about anything at all. Never" I said as I stood up and walked out of there.
Where the hell is my car!
Right, I came in Owen's. Great.
Owen.
Am going to find the bastard that did this to you and he is going to pay, with his life
I stood by the road side, waiting for my Uber while eyes were glued on me.
"What? You've never seen blood before" "It's red I know, that's the colour of blood" "newsflash, it's blood so stop looking or you want to taste it to confirm".
I was so pissed and this people kept staring and those were the only things I could say at this point. And this damn Uber just had to come now. After the whole show. I got into the car and told the driver where I was going. He was about to look at me when I stopped him.
"Don't look, don't say anything, just drive. Thank you"
When I thought this day couldn't get any worse.
Yes, earlier today my dad called me and told me that he wanted me to meet him. I came down to the house from my fine 3 bedroom, luxurious pent house only for the conversation to go like this:
"Oh, it's my beautiful child. How are you baby" my mother said as she opened the door.
"I'm fine mom"
"Come in, come in. My sweet boy" she said and planted a kiss on my cheek.
"There is my handsome boy" my dad said as he entered the living room.
"Morning dad"
"Morning son. So I have to call before I can see your face, soon to be Mr CEO" my dad said and I smiled especially because of the name.
Mr CEO.
"Have a sit" He said. I sat down as my mom went into the kitchen and seconds later comes out with a tray of drinks and cups.
"Any problem?" I asked
"No son. We called you here to discuss about the requirement you have to meet before you can become CEO".
"Okay. What is it?" I asked as I took a sip of mom's always awesome lemonade.
"You have to get married in a month from now".
I froze, before I spat out that sweet lemonade.
"I didn't hear that right"
"Oh, you did. Don't worry, your hearing is perfect" my dad said as he stood up and walked to the bar then poured himself a drink. I looked at mom.
"I tried to talk him out of it but he insists"
"You are not getting any younger. You just turned 31 and you don't even have at least a girlfriend. Now am not going to let you waste your life with all those one night stands. You need to get married before the month runs out to a good, competent and hardworking woman. If not I will get one for you"
"You can't be serious"
"Your father is very serious" mom said
"Thank you Katherine. Now I know you won't do it willingly, so I took the liberty to freeze your accounts and take back that luxurious pent house you are living in as a motivation. So if you don't get married with credible proof before the month runs out, bye bye CEO position"
"Mom please help me" I cried
"Jacob don't do this"
"I'm sorry dear but I don't have a choice. Your son is living in a mess for a life and the tabloids are tired of having the same thing to say about him. He lacks control and needs to be responsible. Now the company was built on family and maybe once he gets married he will understand what it means and take care of the company better, cause am not leaving my company in careless hands"
"But I am hardworking. I have done everything you asked me to do in the last 8 years and you are going to drop this on me, just like that. No dad, come on. You can't do this"
"Already did. And you can't expect me to live this world without seeing my grand child. Am almost 50, you are 31, so get a life" he said as he took a sip of his drink. "And son, I must approve of the marriage and if you can't find a good woman and be a loving person. Well we will see about that" he said and I got so mad. I it my hand on the table as I stood up and walked out of the house angrily, ignoring my moms call and resisting the urge to turn back and just punch my dad when I heard him tell my mom while I was leaving that I would come around.
You wish. I am never agreeing to that. It's suicide.
Getting married. Never happening.
I thought my dad was shitting until I came out and my car was gone from the driveway.
No shit.
Nice one dad. But I will find another way to get out of here. And am not getting married.
"Supper cool dad". I shouted facing the house. I know he heard me. Looked at my contacts to see if there was any friend who was close by.
3 of my guys were still heavily stoned and drunk from yesterdays party. Which was an awesome party by the way. My Mexican friend, which was among the 3 of my guys who are still stoned got married on Saturday and well let's just say we partied Mexican style. We meet when I joined the marines. That's when I also met Owen.
Owen.
Well that's how I ended up in Owen's car, cause he was the only one available to pick me up. I told him to take me home and when I got there, well I wish I was surprised. My dad had looked the place.
How fast does this man operate. He really is putting a lot of effort into a failed project. It failed the minute he thought of it.
So with that I was left with no choice than to follow Owen home. When we got there we were too engrossed in our discussion that we didn't see we were being followed. Or to even notice that someone was in the house. I mean what were we talking about, women. And before I could say anything, he... he was just lying there and then I was knocked out cold. That bastard was lucky that I did not see his face.
Where am I going to go to now. Owen was always my back up guy. Him and Fernando. But Fernando just got married and he is probably in Panama already for his honeymoon. Matt and Jack will still be getting over their hangover with their wives at their neck for drinking so much. I was left with one choice.
My brother Eric.
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The next day.
"Jeremy, I need you to get in touch with our FBI friends. I need every information there is to Agent Alexandra Snow" I told Jeremy my assistant. Most efficient and reliable.
At least I was still allowed to work. But before dad pulled the plugs on me, I wanted to use my resources to get to know everything about that Agent. I wanted to know the woman who was handling Owen's case and most importantly, I wanted to know who that rude bitch was.
Minutes later, Jeremy came back with a folder in his hand and he handed it to me.
"That is the information you requested for Sir. In there is everything there is about her. Bank records, phone number, friends, you name it. Why are you interested in her?"
"Nothing serious. She is the agent handling Owen's case and she has been a bit bitchy to me"
"Sorry again. About Owen. And oh, yeah. Your brother called, he said to wish you all the best in your wife search. What does that mean?" Jeremy asked and I laughed. Eric just couldn't keep his mouth shut.
One day I tell him and the next day it is out.
I looked at the door, to see if anyone was close by before I started talking.
"My father has gone crazy again and decided that I cannot become CEO until I get married and that has to be before the month runs out, meaning I have to date, propose and marry a girl in 3 weeks. And she has to be cultured and all".
"Wow, that is a lot. I mean you getting married or even finding a woman. One with manners at that. It's like waiting for an eclipse to happen" Jeremy said and I laughed.
"Well thank you. I feel honored. But my old man is serious. He is putting a lockdown on all my properties, till I get married. Am currently staying at Eric's place now. So please any ideas on the topic, am all ears. Cause I don't know any woman who marries a guy a week or two after they met." I said then he sat down and we both kept quiet, thinking of what to do.
I have worked for 8 years for this. Am not going to lose it to the hold of a woman. No.
"What if it's not a complete stranger and someone you have a hold of"
"I don't think you have been following. I doubt if there is any of my ex with good character and I have no hold of them. I broke their hearts and they hate me" I said.
"I'm not talking about your ex's" he says and looks at the file on the table. "He wants someone well-mannered and she just happens to be a hero in her place. That screams good. And while pulling up her file, I found her financial records of recent, say a day recent, a bit sketchy. Now you said she was bitchy to you, if we can find anything on her that we can use as leverage, then we can get her to do your biding. I mean who else to put in such a disaster for a marriage" Jeremy said.
I sat quiet for a while. "How long will it take you to get any dirt on her" I asked
"Just consider it done. By morning, I will give you a report"
I still sat quiet again, putting it under consideration. Why did she have to be the available candidate. If she turns out eligible, I'm a bit screwed cause I also was rude to her.
"Fine. By morning, I need anything, I mean anything" I told Jeremy then he nodded his head and left my office.
Please be a good cop. I don't want it to be you, cause am not willing to apologize.
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