A Mistaken Night With The CEO

"Miranda, get the drinks from the fridge," Lady Loretta said. She was the matriarch of the house, a 70-year-old woman, and it was her only son's birthday.

"Okay, Ma," Miranda answered. She was a 22-year-old woman wearing a pink dress and black slippers. It was 5 p.m., and they were preparing a surprise birthday party for Derrick Luis, the only son of the Luis family. Out of seven daughters, Derrick was the only son of his wealthy family.

Many guests had already arrived at the Luis family mansion. Among them were top admirers, business partners, their families, and relatives, but the birthday celebrant was not at home.

In a luxurious five-story building, Derrick Luis remained at his office on the fifth floor when his mobile rang. "Hello, Mother," he answered, and his mother said, "Derrick, you know today is your birthday. So where are you?"

Looking at his wristwatch, Derrick saw it was 6 p.m. He replied, "In my office, Mother."

"Come home, Son. It's your birthday, and we did a lot to make today a special moment to mark your new age of 25."

"Mom, I am not interested in birthday parties. Why can't you understand my way of thinking?" Derrick murmured. His mother was already old, so he could not blame her.

"I understand. Please come home quickly before the guests start leaving. If I had known you would stubbornly stay at the office until this time, I should not have allowed you to go to the office today, knowing today is also your birthday."

"Mom, I cannot set work aside for a party. Who will look after Dad's company?" Derrick muttered again. His mother responded sadly, "You are right, but during your father's prime, he did not skip home for work. He attended parties—or where do you think I met him?"

"Hmm." Derrick rolled his eyes at his mother's words. "Fine, Mother. I will be home now." He said, and the phone call ended.

"Running a multimillion-dollar empire at this age, my mother still wants me to prioritize a party over my work. Tch." Derrick mused. He stood up from his exclusive office chair where he sat. Shutting down his computer, he grabbed his briefcase and elegantly left his office.

Arriving home in a brand-new black Prado Jeep, Derrick got out of the vehicle and made his way to his family's mansion. He heard music and frowned after seeing many guests' cars parked inside his late father's estate.

Marching forward, Derrick reached the mansion's exterior. He rang the doorbell, and the maid opened the door.

"Welcome, Master Derrick," the maid greeted.

Derrick ignored the maid's greeting and was ushered by his mother, who stood in the living room with many guests.

"Welcome, son. Happy 25th birthday to you."

"Happy birthday, Master Derrick!" All the guests in the living room toasted to the new age of the young master.

"Thank you all," Derrick replied, and he wanted to retire to his bedroom to rest. His mother stopped him: "Derrick, it is still your birthday. Come cut your cake and make a wish."

Pausing at the staircase, Derrick looked back at all the guests' faces—his seven elder sisters, all married with children, and his staff.

Derrick wanted to protest again that he was not a child and did not want a birthday party. However, he swallowed his protest as silence fell in the crowded living room.

Approaching his cake, placed in the center of the living room, Derrick cut it, and the guests beamed happily, clapping for him.

"Happy birthday, brother," his sisters cheered, and he replied, "Thank you all."

"That is not all, Derrick. Make a wish," his mother urged again.

"Oh, Mother. I am not a kid," Derrick finally protested, but his mother walked up to him as they all stood in the living room.

"No one said you are a kid, but you are still my baby, so make a wish," his mother pleaded with an assuring smile.

Not wanting to make his mother sad, Derrick wished for a long life, a happy family, and a prosperous business.

"Happy birthday to you again, Master Derrick. We wish you all the best." The guests were happy, and the toasts continued as the guests resumed drinking and chatting happily.

Derrick excused himself from the living room and went back to his bedroom on the top floor of the mansion.

Meanwhile, among the maids, Miranda had a crush on the master of the house. She was not the only one crushing on Derrick, but she could not take her eyes off him.

She openly gawked at his handsomeness. "Too handsome for one person," Miranda thought.

She observed Derrick; he seemed very hardworking. He did not have time for women and focused mostly on his business alone.

Derrick did not even have a girlfriend, and Miranda dripped wet juice in her core, wanting him to notice her. She was a poor girl from an orphanage. After five years of serving the Luis family as a maid, Miranda wanted a classic life. She did not want to return to poverty.

In the Luis family mansion, maids wore casual, cheap attire. There was no competition, as all the Luis daughters were married, including the oldest sister of Derrick, Nicole Luis.

"Come on, Alexa, I want to introduce you to my brother. I fear he might be gay. Why won't he have a girlfriend at this age? Do you not find it weird?" Nicole spoke to her friend as she invited Alexa to her brother's birthday party.

Alexa worked as Derrick's personal secretary at Luis Group. She would admit that she had not seen any young lady visit him at the office.

"I don't think he is gay. Master Derrick is just too busy to notice any woman," Alexa replied. She wore a red, body-con dress and black shoes. She arrived at the Luis mansion just after Derrick left the company.

Alexa was also interested in Derrick. She wanted him; because she was just 22 years old. She believed that having a man like Derrick as her husband in the future would mean she would not need to work much or suffer to feed, as his wealth could cover all her lifetime expenses.

"Alexa, what do you think of Derrick? Do you not have a crush on my brother? If my sisters had not spoken to me about introducing you to Derrick to work as his new secretary after my leave, do you think I accepted you only based on friendship? Come now." Nicole grabbed Alexa's hand and led her to the top floor, where no guests were.

Alexa was nervous. For a year, she had worked as Derrick's personal secretary, based on Nicole's influence. She had not crossed the line nor tried to get his attention.

Derrick was mean, and Alexa feared what he would do if she dared to cross the limit.