The Brat and the she – devil! ! 2

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He knew he hated it.
He knew he hated every bit of it.

It didn’t make sense.
Well apparently that’s what he thought and confidently concluded.
He didnt really have to make him.
It was so annoying and yet so unavoidable.

Even if he didn’t have a choice and has to do what is required of him..
He still didnt mean he should like it and give into it so easily..

The only other option was just to make a mess of things and that would be forcing their hand.
Then they would have to let him go.

Besides who forces his son to work for a company he obviously has no interest in.

He said its grooming.
He wondered if he looked like a mushroom needed to be groomed.
He had no interest whatsoever,
He didnt get why he should be forced nevertheless.

He was enjoying his peace of mind and his luxurious lifestyle back at the states.
The drinks, the parties, and the beautiful naughty girls..

Why did he have to be forced back to Nigeria to work.
Who does that this days when you have  people work for you and you get paid for their stress despite.

He laughed.

Then he became angry again.

He really has been living like a prince and by God he loved it.
Afterall his father was one of the top richest men in the country.

Has hands in the oil and banking sector as well as other profitable businesses. .
So money was on a constant flow in..

He was an only child..
Well after his mother had suffered a terrible accident rendering her incapable of pushing..and lost her first set of twins..
His birth was some sort of miracle..

Took another couple of years of trying before he was born..
Through CS.
The doctor has advised his mother that it would be for her safety not to be pregnant again because it would kill her..

She had painfully closed her womb.
He was her loved and only child so she spoiled him rotten.
Not that he complained.
Not that his father complained either..

He infact gave him anything he wanted.
The cars , the money..The blank checks to do what he wants..
First class here…Every country every now and then..

He never really took school seriously but he was some sort of a genius. .
He didnt really have to try very hard..He made it at every glance..

He was an architect  by default..
He always liked to make and fix things..

As a child while growing up..He had occassionally built houses and cars with floaters and cardboard papers.
He liked to draw up something creative and then progressed to make it.
It always came out good as a child.

So he went into architecture and designing..
And then into engineering. .because he loved the pull he gets and joy just giving life to bunch of misplaced parts and making magic out of it.
So with those two degrees he was on his A-game.

He was probably the most sort after..
Yes he interned for a company. .
Built a lot of projects..
Did housing designs for a couple of people and even did a start-to-finish of one..

He still had a couple awards..
But he just hated to work..
And resigned to a life of pleasure and fun instead..

He was good looking.
He was rich.
Well his father was rich which undeniably meant him rich..
He was Tall and has that bad boy brooding look going for him that automatically makes all the girls swoon just by the sight of him.

He had an athletic body..
And he does his workouts so he knew he looked good…with the six parts and flat tummy all the way to the firm taut buttocks  and firm thighs. .

He Vividly remembers how when he walks past a couple of ladies and after undressing him with their eyes…
They access his frontal tools and then they check out his butt too.

He never knew girls checked out a guy’s  butt.
For the life of him he found it really amusing…

Someone told him once when he asked..

“we check to make sure if it looks good in pants..
Plus…we don’t mind holding on to it and finding out if its perfectly taut and firm while we are pushing the rest of you in”…..she said the last part seductively..

Oh he never did pass on on an opportunity. .
Before long they were rolling in the sheets..

His defence..
“He wanted to find out if it’s just the way she described “..

Back to reality..
He hated to work.
He was done with school.
Graduated with honours..

He just wants to live the rest of his life in peace and luxury..
Besides his father had alot of right hands and people to help him run one of his companies. .

Plus he wouldn’t have minded if he made him a CEO or something. .

He said he wanted him to be humble and be able to serve someone before he can trully understand what he means to be served by another person..

“That’s the sign of a true leader”..
His father told him over the phone..his thick voice resonating through the receiver..

He thought it was bullshit.

“Okay why don’t I just do it in one of your affiliate companies over at the states??”..

“No son. You have been there all your life and occassionaly visit your roots.
I need you here..

“Soon all these will be yours and if you can’t appreciate the root from where it all started how are you able to trully handle all these on your own”….His father said.

“Plus I won’t give you something completely out of your jurisdiction…

“Its a housing and construction company basically handling housing designs, building and restructuring start-to-finish. .””

He seemed abit relax.
Atleast that bit won’t be entirely boring he thought. ..

“Are you there son??”

“Yes father am listening…even if I think it’s a messed up and poor idea..”

“Don’t be a child.
“Like I was saying…
You will be in your comfort zone..
Well as long as you haven’t forgotten how to do those…”…He laughed mockingly at the background..

He laughed as well “.even in my sleep am sure I can do magic…”..he replied.

“Well wonderful that’s settled then!!!
“By the way….i am adamant on service..
“Which implies that you woundnt be heading the company..”

“You will begin as nothing too low.. nothing too high..”
“Nothing to make people feel intimated by you or your status..
“The recognition would be made by me later..” His father was speaking but he didn’t quite get what he was saying.

“What are you speaking father..French or Japanese? ????”

Heavy sigh…before his father continued.
“What am implying is that..
I would fix you in as a PA to a new employee coming in from Lagos state.
Who is in charge of restructuring the company  to give it its limelight as it deserves..

“There is a new twist to the economy. .
Everyone needs a good spot light and how best if not to get someone who understands the network to push our company and brand out even more and get people, clients and customers attracted to what we can offer, what we do and how we make dreams of a good home come through…”..

“What the fuck…???
“A PA? ????”…He said in shock and then followed by anger.
He probably didn’t hear correctly

“Mind your choice of words young man when talking to me…”…his father’s stern voice came back threatening. .

He spoke calmly but not void of sarcasm..
“How would you even think that father.??
I should have a PA not to PA for some lunatic..
“This is just wrong on every level.
“No I won’t do it”…He replied stubbornly

“Then how about you work and fend for yourself from now on hmmm…???

His son kept quiet.

He spoke softly now..
“Don’t worry son. It just for a bit.
You just have to do what the person wants and attend to the PA duties.

“That way you can trully understand the progress of the company aside the drawing table and helmet.

“It also enables you be apprised of what the world sees us out there..understand the clients. .their needs and know what is best and what’s not best for the company..

“On the plus side..
You get to get back to the drawing table and design me beautiful dream houses..
And probably get to do a start-to-finish in and out more often and not.
Don’t you miss that levitated feeling of looking at your hands work and see the happy smiles of a clients face???” His father asked hopefully..

He had to admit it did feel good to be able to do something that good.

“But PA?…”he asked…

“No but Brain….i would have no more excuses on this..”…his father continued despite his son’s protest..

“I won’t introduce you as my son because then people would treat you differently and would rather want to please you and find favour instead of doing their jobs and giving you duties.”

Brain laughed..
“That won’t be bad father…Afterall. .am like a prince ….give me a little joy in this messed up predicament …just a little father..??..he pleaded.

“Don’t even dare go against me.”…He warned.

“Your flight arrangements as been made.”

“You are to resume in a week.
“So say your goodbyes, get your butt down here and get acquainted to being a PA.
“I know you aren’t completely daft so you can hold down your forte.

“I have my eyes on you so you better behave..

“The lagos office will forward all you need to know by weekend.
The social media manager would be relocating to Port harcourt as well..

“You are to meet her at the airport..
With all information forwarded to you from lagos….and the rest…i leave to you.

“Don’t give me a reason to be indefinitely brash with you and cut you off totally…and this is not idle threats son”…his father warned again..

“I wonder what mother has to say to this”..??.more to himself than to his father. .

He heard his father’s deep chuckle. .

“Well she totally agrees..she gets to see you squirm…”…He laughed and laughed…

“Be a good lad and make your papa proud…just for a little while and then you can lord it over everyone …even me if you like”….He continued laughing. .

“Oh I swear…i can’t wait”!!!…brain replied …
………..

He was resigned to his fate.
His father was adamant when he wanted to do something.

He could easily ignore him as he has often done in the past.

Yes this wasn’t the first time.
He brushed it aside.

But his father was threatening to cut of his funds and freeze his spending account..

That’s like cutting off his balls..
How was he supposed to give life to the jnr down there.
He sighed.

Well…He may agree…but he won’t make it easy for him nor for anyone..
And his first pot of anger was to unleash on anyone who dares crossed his part or was caught in the crossfire.

“A PA??”…He boiled.

That was degrading he thought at best.
Thanks to his father to make him a joke as way of punishment. .
Yes..This was punishment for refusing him all this while. He concluded.

Even if he wasn’t to inform anyone he was the sole heir to Mr Jake  Andrews building and constructing company  and the only son of one of Nigeria ‘ s top businessmen and rich man…
He still ozzed some sort of royalty..and they have no choice than to treat him as such…

He was sure his father would have hinted one or two of his spies..just to keep an eye on him..
That’s why he was going to have fun..untill his father gets impatient and then let’s him be..

He snickered…

Xoxoxoxo

Fast Forward five days later.
Already in Nigeria and settled into his luxurious apartment..

Atleast his father  was considerate enough not to entirely deny him his luxury.
He had a driver and a car at his beck and call..

He was placed in the suburbs of Gra with minimum  security. .just not to draw too much attention to himself. .
Besides he was a PA..too much high class would be a giveaway..
But he couldnt help  but be a classic man..
“Where was the fun??? He thought.

Away from the office be lived aa lavishly as he wanted.
In the office as normal as possible. .

Well be could try but he woundnt be held responsible for his actions.
He mused wickedly.

Everyone must have been curious of his identity. .knowing he must be high profiled but that was it..

Even if they knew his name they didn’t put two and two together. .
But he liked the attention he was receiving. .

He decided to let the sleeping dog lie..Just for awhile.

He got the mail from the lagos office..
Printed it out..
But instead of going to the airport as told..

He instead..decided to go clubbing..with a chick he met a few days ago and took her home for a night cap..

He told the office to send a driver instead and he was unreachable. ..

As he suspected..
Spies..
He noticed them follow him everywhere be goes..
More like extra bodyguards to his already one man security..

You would actually think they were his hanging buddies ..they didn’t have to wear dark shades and carry weapons obviously rifles..
Well..clearly hidden did the trick..
He just acts as though they aren’t there..

When they realised he wasn’t going to the airport they called the office to send a driver as he as requested

He laughed..
Yeah…let them tell his father..

That was the whole point..to it all…

He was just going to enjoy the weekend and then breeze into work on Monday like a boss..

This was going to be fun..
He can’t wait to hear what his father was going to say..

Today was Friday. .
Tomorrow was Saturday. .
One day Inbetween before Monday. .

He was going to have a blast weekend..

He laughed..as he turned in for the night..to the feel of the naked body of the chick who decided to take the night cap abit too seriously. .

He didnt mind though.
It saved him from asking.

He laid down to sleep with a smile on his face…

Xoxoxoxox

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