Chapter 6

• Harold needs to understand that business is business," a husky, condemning tone uttered. The speaker, a corpulent man with a pot belly, shifted uncomfortably on the sofa in Harold's spacious office.
• "Judith lamented about his nonchalant attitude towards the business," he continued, inhaling tobacco. "He shouldn't cause a mess for us anymore," the man added, puffing out the tobacco smoke.
• "Sir has been trying to avoid the media, and he's been successful so far. I think someone is selling him out to the media," Harold's PA said, repeatedly dialing Harold's number, which was rejected each time.
• "He needs to be serious if he wants to run his businesses by himself..." The man stopped, drawing in the tobacco and puffing it out again. "I have competent personnel for the companies," he added, lifting himself up on the sofa with great effort.
• A mischievous clap sounded from the office entrance, and Harold entered, moving towards his seat, ignoring the seated man's existence.
• "Jay, file Mr. Gilbert's resignation letter," he stated, lifting his gaze to the angry man. "I have worked with your father for years. How dare you, Harold? I am the best Marketing Director you can ever find," Harold watched the man lament with pure dissatisfaction.
• "You need to rest, Mr. Gilbert, and Roldsets will cut all ties with you," Harold simply said. Three securities walked in and patiently awaited Harold's instruction. Mr. Gilbert understood and stood up, staring ahead and blinking rapidly before hurrying out of the office.
• Jay, Harold's PA, entered, the frown on his face hinting at his dismay.
• "Mr. Gilbert has a deal with Ulterior Trio," Harold said, and his PA's frown instantly vanished. He moved closer to his boss, shocked yet angry.
• "Those news outlets hate everything about you, sir. How could he do that?" His PA inquired, not that he really demanded any response from his boss. Harold flipped through his computer and stood up energetically. "Contact Cain. I need him in twenty minutes."
• The PA nodded, exiting the office. Harold opened a tab and positioned it on the table. The visual display of his gossip hits him hard. He had trusted his crew so much, and for the past years, the media had tormented him. He had thought it was all their business instinct, but he knew better.
• His crew had spied on him, and his moves had been monitored too. His newest quest, Annie, was already known to the world.
• "Who's she?" "A gold digger!" "Hookup!" "Flings!" Questions and terms like that were asked. The world trolled the unaware Annie, who sat across the dining room, polishing her nails. Her butt was positioned well in the crystal short gown she wore, her bare feet sparkled, just like the interior designs of the mansion.
• Her phone rang, and she put aside the cosmetic.
• "Be ready. The driver will pick you up in minutes," Harold's voice boomed across the phone speaker. Annie's mind wandered. Hadn't Harold promised to meet her at the mansion?
• "Sugar?" Harold called, interrupting Annie's thoughts. She positioned the phone well and uttered, "My mum is going to be alone?" She asked, looking around the big mansion.
• "Two maids are on their way to keep her company and provide comfort services," Harold explained. Annie was about to answer him when the revving sound of a car sounded outside the door. "The driver is there, sugar. We will be together in thirty minutes," Harold said, and Annie responded with "okay" before hanging up.
• Annie's eyes opened widely in awe as the driver drove magically through the surreal yet mega cold floor of an underground. Annie figured out the cold road was due to the cool room planted down the underground lane. Whoever did this had all the power in the world, she thought.
• "Chairman's underground residence is unknown to anyone, except a few of his loyal friends," the driver said, answering a part of Annie's question.
• "Sir Harold owns this place"? Annie asked, aware of the positive response, but it hardly concurred with her bewilderment.
• The driver nodded and kept mute for the remaining few minutes of their journey.
• Annie alighted from the car, awestruck by the white residence that faced her. She helplessly looked at the driver, who only smiled and returned to the car, driving away. Annie watched the glittering road that led to the residence, and for a minute, she felt scared. Scared of Harold's affluence and the consistent reminder that he's far from her league.
• "What's delaying my beautiful sugar?" Harold said, stepping out of the door in shorts and his bare chest. His perfectly toned body bounced towards her. Annie imagined him to be the Greek lord of perfection.
• "This place..." Annie stopped, her eyes fixed on Harold's bicep. She shifted her gaze, and it landed on Harold's blue, solemn stare.
• "It's worth eight hundred billion dollars, so it's worth it to move you, sugar," he nodded, affirming his words. Annie smiled softly. Harold's boasting tone amazed her.
• "Come, look at the inside, and we can have lunch afterwards," Harold said, walking a bit ahead of Annie. She watched his fine steps, noticing a written letter tattooed on his back.
• "Are you prepared for me tonight?" Harold asked, turning back to Annie. She instantly forgot about the tattoo, and her stomach constricted. A cold jolt sent weakness to her thighs as she remembered how he had touched her that morning.
• "Answer me, sugar," Harold said, softly rubbing her collarbone and drifting her short gown up a bit. He squeezed her butt, biting her ear softly. Annie moaned. Truly, his touches were everything.
• "I want you so badly, I'm losing my mind," he said. As lovely as he sounded, Annie knew it was only about the pleasure, nothing else. She groaned against him, praying her heart survived the hurts that were sure to follow their agreement.
• "Can I have you tonight?" Harold asked, his tone demanding yet pleading. When had he learned to ask before having his way? Or maybe it's just for the first time, and after the first time, he
• 's going to turn ruthless, just like his well known self.