What He Felt
860 Words
Krester aggressively uncorked the wine bottle, swiftly filling a glass with it's crimson contents. He grabbed the glass and almost emptied it into his mouth.
"Careful, Krester. Don't forget we still have to go to work tomorrow." Kreeya reminded, resting her head on the bar counter which was just beside the living room.
"Oh, f**k it. f**k work. f**k the company." He emptied the last content in his glass and reached for more.
"Frankly speaking, I hate that I'm a part of this family."
"Watch your tongue, Krester. The Pembertons are the most powerful family at the moment. Do you have any idea the thousands praying to be in your position?" Their mother scolded him, showing up in the living room and walking towards them.
Krester rolled his eyes halfway and swigged from his glass.
In no time, Valerie was with them, but didn't sit.
"I understand things aren't going your way right now. But that's the point. Nothing good comes easy." She added.
"Well, having a sane grandmother would have made things a lot easier." Krester huffed.
Valerie furrowed her brows and looked behind her to be sure her husband wasn't in sight.
"You shouldn't let your father hear you. That's his mother," she warned.
"And so? You think he doesn't regret coming from her?"
"Seriously, mum. It's a good thing you weren't present at the dinner today. She totally ignored every one of us and kept babbling about Wilder," Kreeya added with a frown.
"What exactly will it take her to be fair to us, huh? She makes us feel as tho, we're forcing our way into her lives."
"And you will," Valerie chipped in. "It's no news that your grandmother is a very very mean woman. But honey, she's the pillar of the family's wealth. Everything is in her name, and she alone has the right to will it to who ever she wants."
"Obviously, that's gonna be Wilder," Kreeya mumbled.
"No. It's our responsibility to make sure that doesn't happen. Wilder wasn't always her favorite. So, you need to find whatever means he used and get her on your side." Valerie said.
"We've done everything, mum." Krester shrugged. "We've put in more effort than Wilder ever did. Yet, she doesn't like us. It's obvious she's simply bias!"
"No, she isn't. You need to make her see reasons why Wilder is just as pretentious as you are. You need to make her know that Wilder is just like the rest of you."
"Seriously?" Krester laughed. "There's nothing on this planet that's ever gonna make that woman dislike Wilder, mum. I'm f*****g sure if he drives a knife through her heart, she'd kiss his palm while dying."
"Well..." Valerie shrugged. "Perhaps, that's true. And maybe she doesn't need to hate him. Maybe she just needs to see that the rest of you are more qualified for the power of the company. We're talking billions of dollars, kids. It doesn't matter if she rubs your face in the mud. Lick her feet and thank her for it."
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Wilder stood at the balcony of his duplex, just staring into the night sky.
The cool night air brushed against his skin, causing his breath to mist as he took a long drag from his burning cigarette.
His mind reflected on his P.A from the office.
That lady - Mallory, he wouldn't deny he had felt something strange when he first set eyes on her. And when she had called him by his name, he felt like it wasn't the first time.
He didn't react positively to it 'cause he was certain he'd never met her before. He'd been in Singapore and was solely focused on school and business. Where could she had know him from?
Another reason he didn't take her seriously was because he felt she was just like the other girls - trying to get his attention because of who he was. A lot of ladies sought after him. Some had even broken their marriages and relationships just to throw themselves at him. Unfortunately for them, Safiya turned out to be the lucky one.
But that Mallory... could she be serious about knowing him from somewhere? Where could it possibly be?
His phone beeped in his pocket. Taking it out, he discovered it was a text from his mum:
'Son, you should be careful with Arlo. His mother isn't happy with the fact that he got demoted to a manager because of you.'
Wilder slipped the phone back to his pocket after going through the text. He wasn't surprised. He had actually expected that from the díckhead since his presence had taken over his position.
His grandmother had actually warned Arlo about it before handing over the position of the acting CEO to him two years ago. She had made him agree to the fact that Wilder was going to take over the moment he was back from his trip to South Korea. And Arlo had agreed to it. But now it's finally happened, he was whining.
Wilder took more drags from his cigarette until it was out before returning to the bedroom.
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