Chapter Forty-Nine – Secretary Ken.
This time, as the attack happened at the Wade Mansion, there were more stockholders of the Wade group wanting to pull out from the company.
Damien stayed quiet as the board of directors spoke angrily within themselves. He saw their talks as mindless rants but he didn’t let them know, keeping his plastered fake smile.
He was doing his all not to smack them with the tea cup before him. His secretary glanced at him and sighed seeing his clenched fists.
“Make them stop, Sir.” The young man whispered.
Damien turned to him with a wider smile. “I’m rather enjoying it. The display of their foolishness. I’m ecstatic.”
The secretary couldn’t tell if he was joking.
“I’m saying that if the stocks go down again, I’m withdrawing from here. Whether or not the stocks rise again. I won’t fall with them!” a board director yelled, then slammed the table.
Damien’s smile fell. The secretary looked horrified.
“John.” Damien called calmly.
The noise died down and the man turned to him with raised eyebrows. “What? Did you just call me by my first name?”
“I did.” Damien tilted his head. “Isn’t that what my father and mother calls you? That’s your name, right…”
Mr. John’s teeth gritted in displeasure. “You’re not your mother or father…”
“I’m very much aware, John.” Damien stood up. “I am their son. The best of them. But also the worst of them.”
He marched to where the man was. Mr. John flinched as he came closer, the other board members slowly backed away.
As he advanced, his secretary brought out his phone, preparing to call the Wade’s butler if Damien lose himself.
But Damien only patted Mr. John gently on the head. “So please, John, I don’t mind if you argue and display your foolishness. I don’t mind if you all display your ignorance.”
The other board members gasped, some looked down.
“However, please…” Damien continued, rubbing the table in their midst. “Don’t slam on the table. This is the last furniture my father bought before his demise. I treasure it.”
Mr. John quickly nodded. “Y-Yeah, I get it. I’m sorry.”
Damien’s lips spread to a grin. “Whoa. You got it already. That’s smart.” He went back to his seat. “Now, if we are done arguing, can we start the meeting?”
The board members looked at each other then back at Damien. They nodded consecutively.
The young secretary exhaled in relief and dropped back his phone. His eyes went to Mr. John. “Keep talking anyhow and you’d regret ever working with Sir Damien.”
Damien turned to him when he noticed him muttering but the secretary smiled it off and stayed calm.
Few minutes after the meeting was over and everyone gone, Damien received the text he’d been waiting for since morning.
“This is Lucy. This is the email of the bank. Thank you.”
He grinned and slowly burst into laughter.
“The bank is Eagle’s Wings Bank? Since when did their CEO get the choice to pick who should work in his bank. He should be grateful for who applies.” Damien taunted.
His secretary, Ken, walked in at that moment with a cup of coffee for his boss. “Eagle’s Wings Bank is becoming really respectable despite being less than two years old.”
Damien rolled his eyes. “Their CEO has me to thank. But he shouldn’t do it with a stupid gift box. A proper thank you would be good. This generation doesn’t know anything.”
Ken smiled. His boss always spoke like he was decades old. And that must be why his father’s allies worked well with him as he mirrored his father a lot.
“I have an in-law who wants to work with them. Put a call across. She’s worth it so he shouldn’t have a hard time accepting her.” Damien added.
“That’s if he’s the one accepting her. He may have his manager or secretary take care of employing, you know.” Ken replied, with a side eye.
His boss smirked. “No, Kennedy. I don’t know. Because I’d never let another person employ a worker to my company. Those applications must go through me.”
Ken shook his head, he wasn’t sure if that was a flaw or actually impressive. “I’d take care of this in-law. That said, when would you introduce me to her?”
Damien glanced at the cup of coffee that Ken had been carrying since he walked in. Ken dropped it on the table, then stood there, awaiting his answer.
“You mean my wife? Never. Didn’t you reject my offer to be my stand-in during the court wedding?” Damien asked.
Ken hid his clenched fists behind him. “I was just annoyed you were getting married suddenly. You barely knew her…”
“She is Anna Stark’s sister. But then again, you never liked Anna Stark. Basically all my female, and male friends. I would never have gotten married if you became my butler.”
Ken sighed, hearing Damien laugh about that.
He was shifted from taking care of the home business to taking care of the company business when he turned eighteen. Leaving his uncle to remain as the family’s butler.
Damien stood up his seat. “Also, you know it’s an arranged marriage. There’s no need to know much about her, in case she leaves.”
Ken stood there, head down. “She’s not going anywhere. You’d make sure of that. I’m not stupid, you know.”
“You should be, Kennedy.” Damien grinned. “At least for things related to my wife, please be stupid. Anything else, be the smart lad you are. I deeply appreciate it.”
Damien dropped back the cup of coffee on the table. “It’s really bitter but don’t worry, I’m heading home now. Later.”
There was no reply till Damien went past the door.
Ken turned to the door. “Later… Sir Damien.”
His eyes went to the piece of paper Sir Damien had written his in-law’s credentials at. Knowing Damien, Ken was sure he was only helping his wife’s family to gain something.
Ken had been by Damien’s side enough to know he rarely gave out favors. They would always be a catch for him.
He only worried that his boss’s catch now was getting his wife’s affection by helping her in laws. Which wasn’t necessarily important as far as Ken cared.
“How did he even know this girl?” he scoffed, picking up the piece of paper and cup of coffee. “Would she be like the little girl at middle school, a temporal obsession?”
He took few steps towards the door then stopped. “Or was she the spark to renew his illness? That wouldn’t be good.”
His phone beeped and he reached for it. It was a message from his uncle, the Wade’s family butler.
“Sir Damien just called and said he wouldn’t be home till late at mid-night. When you’re done in the office, go home. Don’t wait for him. Uncle Casper.”
A minute passed with Kennedy staring at the message. He slowly brought down the phone and walked past the door.
“Didn’t he say he’s going home?” he asked himself then smirked. “Then, he may be going to his wife. He’s sick again.”