Brad's point of view


My head still hurts from the cut on my forehead.
what a crazy bitch.


This time around my mother went too far with this matchmaking of hers.


A psycho of an escort. I groan rubbing my forehead.


My phone rang, I picked it up

" Hello?"

" Sir," a soft feminine voice answered


"The investors just arrived"

I frowned glancing at my watch.


" And you are calling to tell me now"

" Uhh sir... I'm .. sorry. it skipped my mind"


" You are fired" I hanged up.

I don't need employees that will hinder the growth of my company.


I started Lynx corporation three year ago, and I striving hard to make it one of best companies in the country.

I'm not going to entertain any incompetent employee. I think I should fired all my stuff, they are not producing the result I need, they are proving to be a liability.


"James"

" Sir, call Mr Jones and tell him to represent me at the meeting" I said to my chauffeur

"okay sir"

"And also Tell him to organize a staff meeting tomorrow, he should make sure it doesn't crash with any of my meetings"

" Okay sir "


My muscles were tensed up , I thought of how I'm going to get my mother off my back. I don't need this sought of distraction.

" Sir I'm done"

" Drive to my mother condo"




The drive was short soon we were at the condo, I step out furiously heading towards her study, which I'm sure that were she must be.



" Good...