THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY -
Chapter 112: SHIT POSITION
Chapter 112: SHIT POSITION
"Boss, is everything okay back there?" Cam asked when he observed the worry that creased Ace’s forehead, as he drove him to the hotel.
Ace’s attention was drawn to his immediate surroundings when he heard Cam’s words.
The realisation that everything he thought was a dream had actually happened, and then he had gone ahead to kiss her this morning, further encouraging her to think there was something between them, which made him worried.
Also, the thought of how he had pretty much wanted to confront his trusted driver who had been by his side for years, made him feel foolish.
For the former, he wasn’t worried because he didn’t want her to think there was something between them. He was worried because he wanted to know her thoughts on whatever was going on between them.
Between juggling the thought of Fay, and the hopes that he was right, and Christine’s flight was delayed, he was left with a throbbing head.
"I’m good, Cam. Just work shit," he said.
"Do you need some pain relief? I can stop by a pharmaceutical store."
He felt even more foolish now. The man he spent three good hours of misplaced anger on, had shown again why he was his driver.
"It’s all good, Cam. Just drive as fast as you can to the Hotel."
"Trying my best boss. But it looks like the cops are out. Any more than this, and we would definitely be pulled over."
Ace sighed. "Alright. Do the best you can."
He tried to think less about every one of his problems, but the thoughts just kept slamming into his head. With a sigh of resignation, he threw his head back, and shut his eyes.
Cam arrived at the hotel, and drove straight to the parking lot reserved for the owners of the hotel.
"Boss, we’re here."
Ace, who had been too consumed by his thoughts to maintain a conscious state, opened his eyes and looked around.
"You know it’s always a chore every time I have to come to this hotel," he muttered.
Before he could open the door, a valet stationed at the entrance placed at the parking lot for easier access, stepped forward, and opened the door.
"Martin!" Ace called him, as he alighted from the car.
"Good morning to you Sir Ace. It’s good to see you again."
"I’d say the same, if only I wasn’t here to stress myself."
The old man threw his head back and laughed. "I’ve missed you so much."
"Sure that’s the only thing you missed, Martin?" He reached into his wallet, and pulled out a couple thousand bills.
A flush crept up on old Martin’s face, as Ace handed him the notes.
"Like I said boss, I’ve missed you so much."
Ace laughed, and bent to withdraw his briefcase from the car, but didn’t find it
A short jolt of panic ran through his spine. But as he lifted his head, he saw short feet, and little hands holding on to the briefcase.
"Grant," he muttered, shaking his head.
"Good morning Sir!"
"We don’t have time for the salutations. Please come here, Ace," Landon said, appearing from nowhere.
"Kill me now," he groaned, waving Martin and Cam goodbye.
Falling in line beside Cam, they walked into the hotel.
"Man, it’s past ten already, but Christine hasn’t arrived yet," Landon said, as he hastened his steps towards the conference room.
"That’s because she’s not going to be here for at least three hours."
He raised his brows at him. "How do you know this? Did she tell you herself, or did you get info from her team?"
"Maybe I just know Christine?"
"What, you date her daughter for a fall, and suddenly you’re besties with the mother?" He scoffed.
"Slept. I slept with her daughter for a fall. A deal she proposed, mind you. Thinking of it now, I’m always used for my body."
"Bastard!" Cam chuckled, as they made a turn.
"Good morning Sir Ace." One of the cleaners on that floor bowed when she saw the heir.
"Good morning," he returned her greetings with weariness in his voice.
The reason he proposed the idea of an entrance close to the exclusive parking lot was to avoid all of these staff.
Sometimes, he just didn’t want to be bothered by their greetings and show of respect .
Silently, he prayed that they continued on the path of not meeting any other person. At least until they arrived at his personal elevator.
"So what’s the plan?" Cam asked as they took another turn heading for the elevator.
"Guess what I came up with?" Ace asked, a sudden rejuvenation in his voice.
"It’s easier for thread to pass through a broom."
"But brooms don’t even— you know what, I’ll just tell you," he gave up the game just as the elevator slid open for them to go through. "I asked Fay to make her a perfume." He spoke freely, now that they were in the safety of the elevator.
"Yeah, that’s so true! You did say she makes her own perfume. That’s genius my friend!"
"I know," he boasted, his invincible shoulder pads puffing up.
"Now that’s sorted, there’s something you have to deal with."
"And what’s that?"
Before he could respond, the elevator bell dinged, and opened for them to come out.
"Are we going directly to the conference room?"
"Nope. We should go to your office first."
"Good idea, because I need to text Fay some details."
"Look at you being all husbandy." Landon teased, poking his shoulders with a finger.
Ace scrunched his face in confusion. "Is husbandy even a word?"
"They better add it to the dictionary now that I’ve said it."
"Sure, Sir Landon. I’m sure they’ll add it just because you say so." He rolled his eyes, but smiled as they walked into his office.
Grant was already there waiting for him.
"How did you arrive before us?" Ace asked.
"Where there’s a will there’s a way, Sir."
"Yeah, you’re not poetic, Grant. Give it up," he snarled, as he walked over to his desk, and dropped to his seat.
"What a fucking morning!"
"Want some coffee, boss? Maybe toss in some bacon and eggs?"
"Is that what you’re craving, Grant?" He questioned his very obvious personal assistant.
"Not rea-lly," he stuttered slightly, rubbing the back of his head like a trapped mouse.
Landon chuckled. "If you want to get some food, you’re free to do that, Grant. I’m sure you’ve known your boss long enough to know he’s not eating until the deals are done."
"I know, Sir Landon. But you see, I just care about him and his overall health so much. I shouldn’t want any—"
"Get out of my office, Grant!" Ace pointed to the door.
"Yes sir!" He quickly bowed and scurried away.
Landon laughed as he watched him run so animatedly.
"He’s pure comedic relief," he said, when the door shut behind him.
"Yeah, he has his moments."
Having relaxed a little, Ace pulled out his laptop, and began to draft an email to Fay.
"Would you say Christine is a Scorpio or Virgo?" He suddenly asked.
Landon rolled his head around, wondering who was speaking, or who the voice that was speaking, was speaking to.
When he didn’t see any other person in the room except him, and Ace, he turned to him. "What are you talking about?"
"Do you think Christine is a Scorpio or Virgo?" He repeated, oblivious to the concern on Landon’s face.
"Why are you asking about zodiac signs? No, scratch that, how do you know about zodiac signs?"
"Why not? I’m just trying to help Fay find the perfect notes for her."
"Oh–" he didn’t understand what was going on, but for the sake of keeping the peace, he pretended to. "I don’t know, but give me a second to Google it."
Twenty minutes later, Ace was done with his descriptions, and sent Fay the email. Meanwhile, Landon had gone down the rabbit hole of zodiac signs, and couldn’t stop screaming at intervals with every new discovery.
"I see you’re preoccupied," Ace rose to his feet. "Zed wants to see me. I don’t know why, but I have to go."
"Zed? Who is Zed?" He asked absentmindedly. His response was the sound of the door slamming shut.
He looked at the door, shrugged and continued playing the zodiac placement game he just downloaded.
Ace stared at his phone for the second time, to confirm where Zed had said to meet up.
He wouldn’t have naturally obliged the request, but the man was one of the longest clients in the hotel.
Whenever he called, it was a non-negotiable to honour his request.
He entered the room he was directed to come into, but instead of seeing the old man with white hair, he saw a different copper blonde.
"Makayla," he called her name even before she turned to face him.
"Should have known it was you," he said, beating himself up for not clocking her game on time.
"Oh darling, I’ve missed you," she hurried forward, and launched a kiss on his lips.
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