THE BILLIONAIRE'S CRYBABY
Chapter 181: THE HEIRESS

Chapter 181: THE HEIRESS

"I told you two not to bother," Fay said, as her grandfather carrying her daughter in his arms, escorted her to the car.

"I’ll miss you, mummy." The little girl stretched from the old man’s body, going in for a hug.

Fay wrapped her in her arms, and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"I’ll miss you too, my baby. But don’t forget what you promised me. Be a good girl, okay? And if you miss me a little too much, just tell grandpa to call me so we can talk over the phone."

"Okay mummy!"

"Bye, grandpa."

Fay waved, as the car doors opened, and she slid in.

The ride to the company was filled with butterflies in her tummy she tried to get rid off.

She had gone through this over and over again, reminding herself she wasn’t the Fay they used to know.

This was a newer, more refined, dangerously poised version.

She was the heiress of Luxe holdings, and it was time to get to work.

The car stopped, and she lifted her head to survey the building just before the doors opened for her to alight.

At first sight, it was the most magnificent thing she ever saw. But it had been in pictures.

Looking at it in the physical, she didn’t have any regrets.

It was indeed a magnificent building.

Her bodyguards fell into place, as they led her into the building.

From the outside, she already noticed the strange looks coming her way.

She basked in it. Unlike the Fay of before who would cower away from the spotlight, she welcomed it.

A lifetime of being told by strangers she was the most attractive thing they had ever seen, had finally settled in her head.

The acceptance came with pride and arrogance. All attributes she absolutely didn’t mind having.

Luxe holdings doors slid open, and her red Louis Vuitton walked into its lobby.

Everyone, both staff and client stopped what they were doing to look at the woman that had just arrived.

The gasps that didn’t escape their throat, she saw in their eyes. At least those bold enough to look her way.

They were enamoured by her presence, and rightly so, she thought.

With her head lifted powerfully, she passed through the lobby, and was directed to her personal elevator.

That part had been successful. People were tongue tied because of her presence. It only meant they knew not to mess with her.

The elevator doors opened, and as she stepped out, she found a woman waiting for her.

"Mrs Fay." The woman quickly bowed.

She stopped, and gave her a once over. "You are?" She asked with a little condescension in her voice.

"Lydia ma’am. I’m your personal assistant."

Just then, the bodyguard who had carried her briefcase came through the general elevator.

He walked up to them, and thrusted the bag in the hands of the personal assistant.

"Do you need anything else, ma’am?" Cade, her favourite of all her body guards asked.

She regarded the man that held no smile in his eyes, and did his job with absolute fineness.

"No, that would be all. I’m sure Lydia and I can take it from here," she replied.

"Alright. Have a good day ma’am." He took a swift bow, and just as quickly, turned on his heels.

Fay’s attention returned to the personal assistant. She took a few seconds to study her features.

She was rigid. More from fear than defiance.

While fear was a good quality, she didn’t need her personal assistant who would be walking closely with her to have that weakness.

"Straighten your shoulders, and appear smart. If this is going to work, I need you to be responsive, and sharp."

"Definitely ma’am!" She replied, as she did as she was told.

Fay continued on her heels. She had no idea where she was headed, but expected her personal assistant to take the initiative.

When she did, hurrying in front of her so she could show her the way, Fay’s features warmed a little.

Perhaps, she wouldn’t have any friction with this one.

Staff walking through the pathway Fay walked, stopped on seeing her.

Before she reached them, she heard their whispers.

"That’s her. That’s the heiress of the company."

The news of her arrival had spread about. Good; it would save her the stress of introducing herself.

"Good morning ma’am," they greeted in sync as she walked past them.

She shrugged her head in acknowledgement, never halting her steps.

A few heel clicks on the opulent ground, and they finally arrived in front of a door.

"This is your office, ma’am," Lydia stopped, and said.

"Okay. Where’s yours?"

"That way ma’am." She pointed at the office just next door.

"Close, good. I’ll see you in ten minutes." She reached out a hand, and the girl tried to shake it.

When she saw Fay’s brow lift, embarrassment in the shade of rose, washed through her face.

"Sorry ma’am."

She quickly retrieved her hand, and replaced it with the briefcase.

"I’ll see you in ten." Fay repeated, before walking into the office.

It was big, grand, even magnificent. But the first thing that caught her gaze was the view from the window.

Just outside, stood a fountain, and some flowers growing around it.

So many things had changed about her, but her love for flowers still remained.

Now the garden itself was a different thing entirely. Its image was forever marred by bitter memories.

She made sure to stay clear of all gardens. However, the little flowers surrounding the fountain that she could deal with.

Turning, she returned to her seat, and gently placed the briefcase on the table.

Everything was neatly arranged. Her system, down to the stationeries.

She cleared her throat, and cracked her knuckles. "Let’s begin," she muttered, turning on the system.

She had highlighted a few things to work on in her calendar, but just before she worked her way there, a knock sounded on her door.

A deep frown covered her face. Surely, it couldn’t have been ten minutes already, she thought as her eyes went to the time.

Another knock sounded, and she sighed. "Come in," she called.

Her personal assistant did, but she wasn’t alone. Behind her was a man that was probably in his early forties.

"Ma’am, the former president of the company seeks an audience with you."

Her frown instantly deepened. He was the same man that was first in her agenda. Thankfully, he had the good sense to show up before she sought him out.

"Leave us alone, Lydia," she said.

The girl gratefully turned around, and scurried away.

Fay adjusted her body on the chair, crossing one leg against the other.

She waited for the man to speak, or take a seat first. If she did before him, she wasn’t sure she could control the venom her tongue was bound to spew.

Once more, he took the initiative, and proceeded to take a seat across from her.

"You wanted to see me," he cleared his throat and began. "I thought I’d spare your PA the effort in calling me," he said arrogantly.

"How thoughtful of you, mr—" her eyes lowered, scanning the name on her system.

She did know his name. How couldn’t she? After all, she had been boiling with anger at the thought of finally meeting the audacious thief.

"Richard Jackson," the man provided arrogantly.

"Right," she lifted her gaze. "Mr Jackson."

"Could we clear something first? Because it seems to me you’re being a little hostile. Do you have a problem with me? I mean I did step down for you without any hassle, even though it’s been solely me taking care of the entire company, even before your existence was perceived."

Her hand folded into a tight fist underneath the table. She hated to be undermined. It threw her back to a time where she was powerless.

Well, she wasn’t anymore.

Her features relaxed, and she adorned a nonchalant bravado.

"I find men like you quite interesting, Mr Jackson."

"Richard," he corrected.

"Mr Jackson," she insisted. "You have quite the resume for the time you spent as president of Luxe holdings."

"Pray tell what my resume is?"

"Excellent question, Mr Jackson. We’re not all cunning people, so I’ll go straight to the point. Why do we have an offshore account in Greece?"

The blood completely drained out of his face, and the more she looked at him, the more she saw his arrogance disappear.

"Do you need water, Mr Jackson? Perhaps, your throat is suddenly too dry?" She lifted a patronising brow.

"No," he shook his head. "It-s, It-s not what you-think," he stuttered.

A small, downright pitiful smile covered her face.

"Oh, I think it’s exactly what I think. So to spare us the inconsequential back and forth, I’ll strongly suggest you go to your office, and clear out your desk. Unless of course, you’d rather involve the law."

"You can’t do that!" His eyes widened. "Where’s the forgiveness? I worked my ass off for Luxe, and just because I indulged myself a little, I’m being laid off? How dare you!"

"No how dare you, Mr Jackson!" She retorted, annoyed now.

"If I were you, I’d be careful with the words that come out of my mouth. You don’t want to further dig your own grave, I promise." She pointed a warning finger.

"Bu–t—"

"Leave my office, Mr Jackson. If you ever step foot here at Luxe again, I’d be justified in my next steps."

She settled into her seat, and relaxed her features again. One parasite was gone, on to the next.