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It’s why I accepted Arthur's offer to take over this role. The fact that it means working with my half-siblings is something I've both been looking forward to, while also dreading it.
It’s not every day a man finds out he has an entire biological family he never knew anything about. Turns out, my biological father and my mother had an affair, and when she broke things off with him, she didn’t realize she was pregnant. By the time she did, she was married to my adoptive father, his older brother.
My biological father went on to marry and father my half-brothers.
My adoptive father, who is technically my uncle, fell out with his family, changed his surname to his mother’s maiden name, and never spoke to them again.
But when Arthur found out about my existence he wanted me to rejoin the family business. He also wants to groom me to become his heir.
Now, I glance about at the faces of my half-brothers, then pull out the chair at the head of the table and drop into it. The men stiffen. None of them move for a few seconds. Then, Knox steps forward into the light. I take in the scars on his face as he crosses over to the chair at the other end of the table.
He sits down, and once his brothers follow suit, he leans forward in his seat. "You have something to tell us?”
4
Mira
"He had nothing to say to you?" Gio scowls up at me from the screen of my phone.
I shake my head. "I didn’t see the man the entire day."
She taps her finger to her cheek. "Maybe he was busy? He is the CEO of the company."
"And he asked me to get to his office for eight a.m., which I did, but he wasn’t there. He palmed me off to his HR manager who onboarded me. She also told me one of my roles, get this, is to ensure his favorite coffee is stocked, as well as his sparkling water."
"So he did instruct someone to show you around?"
I pop a shoulder. "There was no reason to ask me to report for eight a.m. if he wasn’t going to be around."
"But the office hours are from eight a.m. to five p.m.?"
"Eight a.m. to eight p.m." I grimace.
"He’s a workaholic." She shrugs.
"I don’t want to work for him."
"So don’t."
"Don’t think I have a choice. I need this job."
"Join me. I’ve resumed PR for The London Ice Kings. Also, the bookshops are booming. I need someone who can help manage the workload."
"I don’t know anything about PR," I protest.
"You don’t know anything about being an assistant."
"How difficult can it be? I have experience taking care of three-year-olds. Surely, pandering to the needs of a CEO can’t be as challenging?"
"You have a point." Gio pushes the hair back from her face.
Since she married Rick, she’s taken to wearing her hair down. She also seems less stressed; there are no wrinkles on her forehead. She’s glowing with health and seems a lot more relaxed. "Most men, in my opinion, don’t develop beyond being five years old anyway. You need to treat them like they're children. Humor them, but also don’t hold back the truth from them. You have to be upfront, but also selective, when necessary. It’s a fine balance."
I chuckle. "Is that how you manage Rick?"
"Now, there are always exceptions to the rule. Rick was one of them. Nothing I said or did could sway the man, stubborn as he is. He’s one of the only men I’ve met who’s so secure in himself, he wasn’t threatened by my self-confidence. That’s what made me hate him, at first, but also intrigued me enough to find out more about him."
There’s a soft smile on her face. Almost as if talking about him has conjured him, I hear Rick’s voice in the background.
