C2 Chapter 2

“Can you hear yourself now, Byron?” Smith said to him as he approached him, trying to contain his anger. “Do you realize how much money we spent just this week to pay for all the damage you caused in town? Take a look at your brother, who is handling four companies at once without causing a commotion, and at yourself, who is handling one; Byron, why are you like this?” Angrily, the older man inquired.

“Look at me, Pop... I mean Dad,” he quickly corrected, causing Charles to scoff where he stood.

“Look, Dad, I’m not Cameron, and I will never be him; he can handle four companies and more, but I don’t have the strength for that. Y’all fucking know what I want…”

Mr. Smith interjected, “I believe I made it clear that I don’t want to hear you swearing in my house anymore.”

Byron took a deep breath as he looked at his father, He was so tired and frustrated as he stood in front of the older Man.

“Dad, please let me go inside; we’ll talk later. I’m so fuc…" He took a pause. "I'm so exhausted right now, please.” He said this as he walked away from his father.

“Byron, come back here.”

“Dad I can‘t. I already left there, and you didn‘t call me back on time.” He said, ignoring his father as he walked out of the room.

Charles bowed to Smith before following Byron, who didn’t spare his father a second glance.

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Arriving at his room, which was the size of a flat. It was well-decorated with a touch of gold, a king-size bed surrounded by numerous R-rated wallpapers. Also in the room was a gym, where Bryon spent a lot of time working out.

He lay down on the bed just as Charles walked in.

“Are we going to the office after you get some rest?” As he walked to Byron's closet searching for him a suit, Charles asked.

Byron sat up immediately.

“Can you please stop mentioning that? You know I’m allergic to that shit called Company. What I need right now is a shower, some sex, and some sleep, in that order. That’s exactly what I need.” He said with a sly smile.

“You’re kidding, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are! You just got back from the club, Byron.” Charles scolded.

Bryon got out of bed and walked over to where Charles was standing.

“I promise to go to the company and sign the necessary paperwork after I finish here. Just get Jessica or one of my other girls, and please don’t tell my father. I need someone to pleasure me. You know that’s how I get rid of my stress.” He said to Charles and patted his shoulder before entering the bathroom.

Charles stood there for more than a minute, second-guessing his decision to serve Bryon. He took a deep breath and then pulled out his phone to call one of Byron’s girls.

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The meeting room was a little dark.

A female employee was presenting, or rather trying to present a proposal. Unfortunately, her attention was not focused on what she was presenting, but rather on someone else. She wasn’t the only one with this problem, the staff members in the room kept turning their heads to look at the man in suit.

The man in question was Cameron, Smith’s first son. The light to the room was turned on, and Cameroon looked up at the lady who had finished her presentation.

The Smiths were blessed with good looks.

Cameron, 185 centimeters tall, in his early thirties, five years older than his younger brother, and undeniably the more attractive of the two; fitness-obsessed and intimidating in facial expression, voice, and personality.

He makes no room for laziness or anything else that might jeopardize his reputation. No means no when he says it, and vice versa. A hardworking persona, but also oozing with arrogance, which drew people’s attention while keeping them at bay.

He was putting on a wine suit and sitting in his reserved seat as the CEO, watching until the presentation ended. The room was silent as the staff members were waiting for him to comment on the ended presentation, when he abruptly shifted his gaze to the presenter, his lips forming a smirk.

“Should I ask her to redo it?” Standing up, a man in his late thirties dressed in a black suit inquired.

“Mr. Jack, I got this.” Cameron’s deep voice boomed at the man, who sat back down immediately.

Jack, like Charles, has been working for the Smiths for a long time. He was Cameron’s PA as well as his personal guard, and he also served as an adviser on occasion.

“You want me to accept this proposal?” Cameron finally spoke, staring deeply at the lady, who shriveled as a result of his tone and stare. “I asked a question; please respond. You want me to accept your proposal?” He spat them out one after the other.

“I believe you already know you’re fired.” He dropped the bomb, and the lady immediately went down on her knees, pleading.

“Sorry, but what are you doing now? Do you think I’ll take back my statement?” He sneered at her. “You got the wrong person. I don’t care even if you hit your head while begging, I’ve already said my word; you’re fired! Please, Mr. Jack, we need a new proposal.” Cameron stood up, not sparing another glance at the lady kneeling.

The remaining staff members stood up and watched as he adjusted his tie and exited, Mr. Jack following behind.

They all seemed to exhale deeply as he walked out, just as the kneeling lady burst into tears.