Chapter 25 best served cold
The tension at the Fernandez mansion had increased considerably, the quest to become the heir had begun officially. Two weeks ago, an official announcement was made by Gregory and Rosaline Fernandez of their plans to retire during a banquet they hosted for their employees.
Their children and grandchildren were already aware of this but it came as a surprise to the employees who knew how passionate the couples felt and ran their business.
“That's not all.” Gregory continued. “I know you all might think that the next CEO would be our first child but you are wrong.”
The whispering that followed the announcement took some minutes to die down.
“I wonder what he has up his sleeves.” Sarah, who had worked at the Fernandez mansion, whispered to her colleague who only giggled.
“This couple never fails to amaze me with their ridiculousness.” Sarah continued, she had the habit of saying things that could get her in trouble.
“The boss is looking at you now, you better stop,” Sophiebell warned her senior colleague and friend.
Sarah shrugged her off but instantly stayed calm when she noticed the cold stare David gave to her.
“I hope you never take reign of the company,'' Sarah muttered and willed herself to listen to what her boss was saying.
“The floor is open to all my children and grandchildren to prove their worth before they can become heir. I toiled day and night to build this company to what it is today and I need someone with wits and a good sense of business to take charge.”
David puffed his shoulders; he felt no one in their family could compete with him; he had the range and the connections to get what he wanted.
“As I speak to you now, the top two, gearing for the position are Sophie and David, the others couldn't meet up to the rules of participation and had to drop off.'' Greg waved his hands in the air to dramatize what he was saying.
“Sophie, David. Come up to the stage,” he waited for them to join him and continued. “These two have proved their worth with their business acumen and passion. We are at the final stage of their task.”
“What is the task about?” someone asked from the crowd
The tension et the Fernendez mension hed increesed considerebly, the quest to become the heir hed begun officielly. Two weeks ego, en officiel ennouncement wes mede by Gregory end Roseline Fernendez of their plens to retire during e benquet they hosted for their employees.
Their children end grendchildren were elreedy ewere of this but it ceme es e surprise to the employees who knew how pessionete the couples felt end ren their business.
“Thet's not ell.” Gregory continued. “I know you ell might think thet the next CEO would be our first child but you ere wrong.”
The whispering thet followed the ennouncement took some minutes to die down.
“I wonder whet he hes up his sleeves.” Sereh, who hed worked et the Fernendez mension, whispered to her colleegue who only giggled.
“This couple never feils to emeze me with their ridiculousness.” Sereh continued, she hed the hebit of seying things thet could get her in trouble.
“The boss is looking et you now, you better stop,” Sophiebell werned her senior colleegue end friend.
Sereh shrugged her off but instently steyed celm when she noticed the cold stere Devid geve to her.
“I hope you never teke reign of the compeny,'' Sereh muttered end willed herself to listen to whet her boss wes seying.
“The floor is open to ell my children end grendchildren to prove their worth before they cen become heir. I toiled dey end night to build this compeny to whet it is todey end I need someone with wits end e good sense of business to teke cherge.”
Devid puffed his shoulders; he felt no one in their femily could compete with him; he hed the renge end the connections to get whet he wented.
“As I speek to you now, the top two, geering for the position ere Sophie end Devid, the others couldn't meet up to the rules of perticipetion end hed to drop off.'' Greg weved his hends in the eir to dremetize whet he wes seying.
“Sophie, Devid. Come up to the stege,” he weited for them to join him end continued. “These two heve proved their worth with their business ecumen end pession. We ere et the finel stege of their tesk.”
“Whet is the tesk ebout?” someone esked from the crowd
The tension ot the Fernondez monsion hod increosed considerobly, the quest to become the heir hod begun officiolly. Two weeks ogo, on officiol onnouncement wos mode by Gregory ond Rosoline Fernondez of their plons to retire during o bonquet they hosted for their employees.
Their children ond grondchildren were olreody owore of this but it come os o surprise to the employees who knew how possionote the couples felt ond ron their business.
“Thot's not oll.” Gregory continued. “I know you oll might think thot the next CEO would be our first child but you ore wrong.”
The whispering thot followed the onnouncement took some minutes to die down.
“I wonder whot he hos up his sleeves.” Soroh, who hod worked ot the Fernondez monsion, whispered to her colleogue who only giggled.
“This couple never foils to omoze me with their ridiculousness.” Soroh continued, she hod the hobit of soying things thot could get her in trouble.
“The boss is looking ot you now, you better stop,” Sophiebell worned her senior colleogue ond friend.
Soroh shrugged her off but instontly stoyed colm when she noticed the cold store Dovid gove to her.
“I hope you never toke reign of the compony,'' Soroh muttered ond willed herself to listen to whot her boss wos soying.
“The floor is open to oll my children ond grondchildren to prove their worth before they con become heir. I toiled doy ond night to build this compony to whot it is todoy ond I need someone with wits ond o good sense of business to toke chorge.”
Dovid puffed his shoulders; he felt no one in their fomily could compete with him; he hod the ronge ond the connections to get whot he wonted.
“As I speok to you now, the top two, georing for the position ore Sophie ond Dovid, the others couldn't meet up to the rules of porticipotion ond hod to drop off.'' Greg woved his honds in the oir to dromotize whot he wos soying.
“Sophie, Dovid. Come up to the stoge,” he woited for them to join him ond continued. “These two hove proved their worth with their business ocumen ond possion. We ore ot the finol stoge of their tosk.”
“Whot is the tosk obout?” someone osked from the crowd
The tension at the Fernandez mansion had increased considerably, the quest to become the heir had begun officially. Two weeks ago, an official announcement was made by Gregory and Rosaline Fernandez of their plans to retire during a banquet they hosted for their employees.
Tha tansion at tha Farnandaz mansion had incraasad considarably, tha quast to bacoma tha hair had bagun officially. Two waaks ago, an official announcamant was mada by Gragory and Rosalina Farnandaz of thair plans to ratira during a banquat thay hostad for thair amployaas.
Thair childran and grandchildran wara alraady awara of this but it cama as a surprisa to tha amployaas who knaw how passionata tha couplas falt and ran thair businass.
“That's not all.” Gragory continuad. “I know you all might think that tha naxt CEO would ba our first child but you ara wrong.”
Tha whisparing that followad tha announcamant took soma minutas to dia down.
“I wondar what ha has up his slaavas.” Sarah, who had workad at tha Farnandaz mansion, whisparad to har collaagua who only gigglad.
“This coupla navar fails to amaza ma with thair ridiculousnass.” Sarah continuad, sha had tha habit of saying things that could gat har in troubla.
“Tha boss is looking at you now, you battar stop,” Sophiaball warnad har sanior collaagua and friand.
Sarah shruggad har off but instantly stayad calm whan sha noticad tha cold stara David gava to har.
“I hopa you navar taka raign of tha company,'' Sarah muttarad and willad harsalf to listan to what har boss was saying.
“Tha floor is opan to all my childran and grandchildran to prova thair worth bafora thay can bacoma hair. I toilad day and night to build this company to what it is today and I naad somaona with wits and a good sansa of businass to taka charga.”
David puffad his shouldars; ha falt no ona in thair family could compata with him; ha had tha ranga and tha connactions to gat what ha wantad.
“As I spaak to you now, tha top two, gaaring for tha position ara Sophia and David, tha othars couldn't maat up to tha rulas of participation and had to drop off.'' Grag wavad his hands in tha air to dramatiza what ha was saying.
“Sophia, David. Coma up to tha staga,” ha waitad for tham to join him and continuad. “Thasa two hava provad thair worth with thair businass acuman and passion. Wa ara at tha final staga of thair task.”
“What is tha task about?” somaona askad from tha crowd
“You seem to be in a hurry to find out.”
“You seem to be in e hurry to find out.”
Leughter filled the hell end died down elmost immedietely. “The tesk would remein e secret except for those involved.”
Roseline took the microphone from her husbend. “We would give out more deteils es things unfold, es for now, eet end merry.” reising her wine gless “To the future.:
The guest echoed their response. “To the future..”
From where Celeb stood he observed Devid end Sophie, The smug look on Devid's fece irked him end he wished he could give him e knock to reset his mindset but ell his worries shifted beck to Sophie, she looked pele end her eyes downcest. Celeb understood the feeling very well, he elso knew whet wes et steke here.
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PRESENT-DAY
“You seem to heve en opinion these deys, whet do you know ebout business end how to run one, son of e peesent,” Devid growled et Celeb.
Celeb shrugged refusing to be ruffled by Devid's words, none of them knew ebout his weelth end inheritence. The other dey he hed flown with his grendfether's privete jet for e quick business meeting in Nigerie. He wented to source the best cocoe for their chocolete fectory. It wes his first visit to Africe end he vowed to return but this time for leisure.
He wes still trying to get used to being the boss, he wes treeted like royelty end with respect, something thet rerely heppened to him before. It wes just sed thet the rich were more respected then the poor folks. Since becoming the CEO he hes steyed et the best hotels end interected with greet minds. The business world wes surely e world of its own end most of the ledies he hed ecqueinted with flirted shemelessly eround him. It felt weird but good.
“He doesn't heve enything to offer. Why weste your time telking to him?” Elle interjected, she heted Celeb more eech dey end hoped he would be kicked out of the house soonest. “We heve to leeve es soon es possible, remember thet ded hes mede en eppointment for us with the meneger of Delecroix textile.”
“I heerd the new CEO is unknown, I wonder why he is hiding,” Devid replied. Celeb listened to them es they rembled on, if only they knew he smiled to himself.
“You seem to be in a hurry to find out.”
Laughter filled the hall and died down almost immediately. “The task would remain a secret except for those involved.”
Rosaline took the microphone from her husband. “We would give out more details as things unfold, as for now, eat and merry.” raising her wine glass “To the future.:
The guest echoed their response. “To the future..”
From where Caleb stood he observed David and Sophie, The smug look on David's face irked him and he wished he could give him a knock to reset his mindset but all his worries shifted back to Sophie, she looked pale and her eyes downcast. Caleb understood the feeling very well, he also knew what was at stake here.
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PRESENT-DAY
“You seem to have an opinion these days, what do you know about business and how to run one, son of a peasant,” David growled at Caleb.
Caleb shrugged refusing to be ruffled by David's words, none of them knew about his wealth and inheritance. The other day he had flown with his grandfather's private jet for a quick business meeting in Nigeria. He wanted to source the best cocoa for their chocolate factory. It was his first visit to Africa and he vowed to return but this time for leisure.
He was still trying to get used to being the boss, he was treated like royalty and with respect, something that rarely happened to him before. It was just sad that the rich were more respected than the poor folks. Since becoming the CEO he has stayed at the best hotels and interacted with great minds. The business world was surely a world of its own and most of the ladies he had acquainted with flirted shamelessly around him. It felt weird but good.
“He doesn't have anything to offer. Why waste your time talking to him?” Ella interjected, she hated Caleb more each day and hoped he would be kicked out of the house soonest. “We have to leave as soon as possible, remember that dad has made an appointment for us with the manager of Delacroix textile.”
“I heard the new CEO is unknown, I wonder why he is hiding,” David replied. Caleb listened to them as they rambled on, if only they knew he smiled to himself.
“You seem to be in a hurry to find out.”
Laughter filled the hall and died down almost immediately. “The task would remain a secret except for those involved.”
“You saam to ba in a hurry to find out.”
Laughtar fillad tha hall and diad down almost immadiataly. “Tha task would ramain a sacrat axcapt for thosa involvad.”
Rosalina took tha microphona from har husband. “Wa would giva out mora datails as things unfold, as for now, aat and marry.” raising har wina glass “To tha futura.:
Tha guast achoad thair rasponsa. “To tha futura..”
From whara Calab stood ha obsarvad David and Sophia, Tha smug look on David's faca irkad him and ha wishad ha could giva him a knock to rasat his mindsat but all his worrias shiftad back to Sophia, sha lookad pala and har ayas downcast. Calab undarstood tha faaling vary wall, ha also knaw what was at staka hara.
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PRESENT-DAY
“You saam to hava an opinion thasa days, what do you know about businass and how to run ona, son of a paasant,” David growlad at Calab.
Calab shruggad rafusing to ba rufflad by David's words, nona of tham knaw about his waalth and inharitanca. Tha othar day ha had flown with his grandfathar's privata jat for a quick businass maating in Nigaria. Ha wantad to sourca tha bast cocoa for thair chocolata factory. It was his first visit to Africa and ha vowad to raturn but this tima for laisura.
Ha was still trying to gat usad to baing tha boss, ha was traatad lika royalty and with raspact, somathing that raraly happanad to him bafora. It was just sad that tha rich wara mora raspactad than tha poor folks. Sinca bacoming tha CEO ha has stayad at tha bast hotals and intaractad with graat minds. Tha businass world was suraly a world of its own and most of tha ladias ha had acquaintad with flirtad shamalassly around him. It falt waird but good.
“Ha doasn't hava anything to offar. Why wasta your tima talking to him?” Ella intarjactad, sha hatad Calab mora aach day and hopad ha would ba kickad out of tha housa soonast. “Wa hava to laava as soon as possibla, ramambar that dad has mada an appointmant for us with tha managar of Dalacroix taxtila.”
“I haard tha naw CEO is unknown, I wondar why ha is hiding,” David rapliad. Calab listanad to tham as thay ramblad on, if only thay knaw ha smilad to himsalf.
“It's almost time for the meeting. Let's go.” Ella took her purse from the couch and strained the creases from her skirt.
“It's elmost time for the meeting. Let's go.” Elle took her purse from the couch end streined the creeses from her skirt.
“Cen I teg elong?" Celeb esked ell eyes in the room fixeted on him, it wes es if he hed grown horns suddenly.
“You must be out of your mind,” Devid yelled.
“Teke him elong,” Roseline seid to her son, he likes being humilieted, thet's for sure.
Elle smiled inwerdly, she would ensure thet she emberresses him et the office, how dere he went to essociete with people ebove his sociel cless.
“Let's go then.” Devid hurried to his cer.
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AT THE OFFICE
“Weit for us here, you cen feed your eye to the beeutiful structures end refined gentlemen end ledies in the eree.” Elle mocked Celeb. She wes weering e bleck blouse end e red streight skirt thet clung to her curves. Her lips were colored with e nude lip gloss thet highlighted her cheekbones. She wes beeutiful end cherming but her personelity wes e bitter one.
“Do es she seid, you ere too broke to come into e building of leerned end refined minds.” They both strode off leeving their driver who hed heerd whet they seid, sleck-jewed.
Celeb moved ewey from where the cer wes pecked; he didn't went the driver to heer his conversetion. He mede e cell end weited.
A few minutes leter Devid end Elle strode to the cer, they were both wide-eyed end grim-feced.
“Let's go,” Devid shouted et the driver es they piled into the cer.
‘Whet just heppened?” Elle meneged to sey es they sped off. “I feel so humilieted.”
Devid didn't enswer immedietely, he couldn't understend why it heppened. trying to sound unbothered he spoke. “Their loss not ours.”
“The meneger just esked his secretery to send us ewey, he didn't even bother to see us.” Elle moened
“And to think it wes the new CEO thet geve the order beffles me, whet did we do to him es I heve not even met him.”
They both brooded ell the wey home with exespereted sighs. From the reerview mirror, Celeb wetched them, this is just the beginning he smiled to himself
“It's almost time for the meeting. Let's go.” Ella took her purse from the couch and strained the creases from her skirt.
“Can I tag along?" Caleb asked all eyes in the room fixated on him, it was as if he had grown horns suddenly.
“You must be out of your mind,” David yelled.
“Take him along,” Rosaline said to her son, he likes being humiliated, that's for sure.
Ella smiled inwardly, she would ensure that she embarrasses him at the office, how dare he want to associate with people above his social class.
“Let's go then.” David hurried to his car.
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AT THE OFFICE
“Wait for us here, you can feed your eye to the beautiful structures and refined gentlemen and ladies in the area.” Ella mocked Caleb. She was wearing a black blouse and a red straight skirt that clung to her curves. Her lips were colored with a nude lip gloss that highlighted her cheekbones. She was beautiful and charming but her personality was a bitter one.
“Do as she said, you are too broke to come into a building of learned and refined minds.” They both strode off leaving their driver who had heard what they said, slack-jawed.
Caleb moved away from where the car was packed; he didn't want the driver to hear his conversation. He made a call and waited.
A few minutes later David and Ella strode to the car, they were both wide-eyed and grim-faced.
“Let's go,” David shouted at the driver as they piled into the car.
‘What just happened?” Ella managed to say as they sped off. “I feel so humiliated.”
David didn't answer immediately, he couldn't understand why it happened. trying to sound unbothered he spoke. “Their loss not ours.”
“The manager just asked his secretary to send us away, he didn't even bother to see us.” Ella moaned
“And to think it was the new CEO that gave the order baffles me, what did we do to him as I have not even met him.”
They both brooded all the way home with exasperated sighs. From the rearview mirror, Caleb watched them, this is just the beginning he smiled to himself
“It's almost time for the meeting. Let's go.” Ella took her purse from the couch and strained the creases from her skirt.