Sleeping With The CEO
Chapter 58: Tantrum

Chapter 58: Tantrum

Outside one particular corridor at Haven Group headquarters, loud upbeat music could heard blasting through the air. If a person did not know any better, they would think that there was some sort of office party going on. But there was no such thing going on, in fact what was going on in the office that the music was coming from, was the furthest thing to a party that could happen.

"How dare he! How dare he talk to me like that! I HAVE BEEN WITH THIS COMPANY SINCE BEFORE HE WAS BORN! I WAS THERE WHEN HE WAS IN NAPPIES, I-" No really wanting to hear anymore, Lucas Hart, personal assistant to one Sebastian Haven, briefly contemplated sneaking into his boss’ office and turning the volume of the music even louder. But then there was a very distinctive sound. The sound of glass shattering, and the personal assistant decided to mind his own business. Instead of risking losing a limb, he reached for his bag, grabbed his ear muffs, put them on, and then focused all of his attention on the screen before him. He had a few emails to send out before the close of business. His ears covered, and his focus on his work, Lucas was spared from having to hear the rest of his boss’ rant. The office walls however, were not.

"How dare he! I should have slapped him silly in front of everyone!" An expensive vase left his hand and shattered on the ground, but brought Sebastian no joy.

The beast that had been clawing away at his chest ever since the meeting with his good for nothing nephew wanted more. So he gave it more. Heading over to his alcohol cabinet, Sebastian opened the doors with such force that they rattled. And then there was nothing to stop him.

Well aged bottles of wine shattered against the walls, the red of the contents coating the walls. For a moment, Sebastian looked at the red wine and wished it were blood, his nephews.

Unable to grant his own wish he broke more bottles, whiskey, wine, vodka...everything went on the walls until the office smelled like a bar. Shards of crystals raining down on the carpet.

Sebastian, having screamed himself hoarse, kept going until he was out if glass things to break. And even then his appetite for destruction was not appeased. He threw all of the stuff on his desk on the ground. The screen of his computer breaking out in a shatter web, the casing coming off.

Papers flew and pens joined them. He kicked at the table, but it was too solid and only hurt his toe, which served to make him even angrier. Turning his attention to the chair that he’d had specially ordered from overseas, Sebastian grabbed a pair of scissors and tore it apart.

It was only once the balls of fluff that served as the chair’s lining were floating in the air that the old man began to feel better.

Sitting on the glass littered carpet, his back against the alcohol soaked wall, Sebastian finally began to feel more in control of himself. And it was only then that he allowed himself to process.

He had been dragged out in public like some common criminal, and insulted in front of the riff-raff. All of it done by his own blood, by his nephew.

Just thinking of Derek made him angry enough to spit, and he did just that. The saliva travelling half way across the room. Throwing back his head, the older Haven male let out a humourless laugh. Was this really what he had been reduced to? Someone to be berated by a child in a company that should have been his? A company that should have been his from the moment he drew his first breath.

He was the first born twin, a full two minutes older than his brother. By right, Haven Group was his. But his father, fooled by Jasper’s whole ’I am just a humble guy act’ had handed the business over to Sebastian’s younger brother. Calling Sebastian, reckless and conniving. If the old man had not been so conniving too, Sebastian would have believed him. So what if when handed a few accounts to manage, he had skimmed a bit of money off the top. No one had noticed, and that money would have ended up in Haven Group’s accounts either way. But his father had not seen it that way, and had given the company to Jasper instead.

And then Jasper had died, a pity, so young. But even through his grief, Sebastian had understood that life carried on.

And thanks to his brother’s untimely demise, Sebastian’d had hope that he could still take his rightful place as CEO. But then at the will reading he had found out that his brother had not left him in charge of the company. Instead Jasper had been underhanded about the succession. Proving himself to be just as conniving as their old man had been. Jasper had handed his shares over to his wife, who in turn had proven herself to be a real snake, throwing her hat in the ring for the post of CEO, knowing very well that her shares would sway people to her side.

She had climbed onto the CEO seat like the toad she was and had refused to budge. Oozing her slime all over it and making it her own.

Despite years trying to topple her, she had stayed in power. And when she had retired, handing everything over to her son.

And now the boy was insulting him out right in front of other people.

Three members of his own family, all of them taking turns dragging him down. He was sixty years old, he would not tolerate disrespect from anyone. His nephew would pay for the little stunt that he had pulled, that much was a given. It was just a matter of figuring out how, to make him pay.