Agreeing

 

   Get me a glass of water" he said as he sat down on the sofa.

 

"Okay, dad" she replied and and headed to the kitchen to get the water. When she got to the kitchen, she took a glass and filled it with water, from the dispenser.

 

"Am sorry for how I reacted earlier" Beatrice heard Tina say, when she was about to leave the kitchen.

 

"It's nothing" Beatrice replied.

 

"Are you sure?" Tina asked.

 

"Yeah, it's high time I stop treating you like a baby" Beatrice said and Tina smiled.

 

"Merci(Thank you)" Tina said and Beatrice nodded before leaving the kitchen.

 

"Here is your water" she handed it to her dad.

 

"Thanks. What took you so long?" He asked.

 

"I was talking to Tina" she replied.

 

"Where is your mum?" He asked her.

 

"She's in her room" Beatrice replied.

 

"Good, i want her here" Mr Alexander said and Beatrice left to call her.

 

 Mr Emerson sat in the limo as his driver drove to his son mansion, he had something tell his son and he didn't want to tell him on the phone.

 

"Welcome Sir" Brandon guards greeted him as he came down.

 

"Where is he?" He asked.

 

"He's inside Sir" one of them replied.

 

"What is he doing" he asked and they all glanced at each other.

 

"He's...he's not doing anything" one of them stuttered. Mr Emerson walked majestically into the house, he heard some moaning.

 

"That must be Brandon" he muttered and walked into the room where he heard the moaning coming from.

 

"Brandon!" He called as he saw Brandon on top of a lady, it was obvious they were having sex.

 

"Dad?" Brandon quickly covered his body with the duvet and the lady scampered the room for her dress before running out.

 

"It's good I caught you in the act!" Mr Emerson said.

 

"Dad am...."

 

"Don't even dare! You will get married to Beatrice and that too soon....Come meet me down stairs when you are done" Mr Emerson said and headed downstairs.

 

"Shit!" Brandon cursed. 

"Steve!" He yelled and a guard ran in.

 

"How dare you" Brandon gave him a slap.

 

"Sorry sir" he held his cheek

 

"Why didn't you inform me that my dad was coming into the room" Brandon asked him.

 

"We tried stopping him sir but...."

 

"But what! Get out of my sight" He yelled and the guard ran out.

 

"I can't possibly get stuck to a lady for the rest of my life, never!" Brandon muttered, angrily.

 

 He went into the bathroom and had a quick bath, he scampered through his closet for clothes to wear and he settled for a blue short and a white T-shirt.

 

"why didn't you call me before coming?" He asked as he came down the stairs.

 

"Do I need to inform anyone before coming to my house" Mr Emerson replied with a question.

 

"Your house?" Brandon chuckled.

"This is my house and not yours!....when will you stop claiming my things?"

 

"When you are married to..."

 

"Beatrice?" Brandon cuts him off.

 

"Yes, Beatrice. If you reject the idea, then forget about being the CEO...Dave will become the CEO" Mr Emerson said 

 

"Dave? What does Dave knows?" He muttered.

"That's my right and you can't possibly give it to someone else! If you want me to marry that girl, fine! I will marry her" He yelled angrily.

 

"Good! The future of the company is in your hands" Mr Emerson smiled. "I brought something for you" he said and signalled one of his guards to bring it. The guard came with a small box and handed it to Brandon.

 

"What's this?" Brandon asked, he was now holding the box.

 

"It's in your hands right?" Mr Emerson asked.

 

"Yes, but what's....."

 

"Then open it" Mr Emerson cuts in Brandon. He stood up and adjusted his suit jacket. "Call me when you are chanced" he said and left. Immediately he got outside, one of his escorts opened the door of the limo for him and he majestically walked in.

 

"I wonder what's in this box" Brandon muttered. He was checking the box out.

 

 He opened it and saw a picture of a lady, she's damn beautiful.

 

"Who is she" he asked himself.

"She might be Beatrice" he replied himself. 

 

"But why is she so beautiful?.....but I don't like her!" He angrily threw the photo away.

*******

 

"Darling, you are back" Mrs Helen said as she walked behind Beatrice.

 

"Yes, I want to talk to the both of you....please sit" He said and Mrs Helen sat down but Beatrice didn't.

 

"Dad, I hope it's not about the marriage stuff?" She asked him.

 

"It's not about the marriage but it's about the company and your friend, Michelle" He replied her and she quickly sat down.

 

"What happened to Michelle and the company?" She asked, anxiously.

 

"Well, our company is undergoing some changes because of the shares we've lost and we might not be able to pay some workers again" He stated.

 

"So? How is..."

 

"I haven't finished yet...we've selected some workers that would be fired and unfortunately, Michelle is among them" He said and Beatrice stood up.

 

"What! Dad she's one of the best workers in our company, you can't possibly fire her....why didn't you fire her before? Why now" She said, angrily.

 

"Beatrice calm down" Mrs Helen said.

 

"How can I calm down when my best friend is going to be fired" Beatrice yelled.

 

"Sit down Beatrice" He ordered and Beatrice reluctantly sat down.

"If she's fire, then it's probably your fault"

 

"My fault? How dad?" She asked, confusingly.

 

"The company is folding up and the only way to restore the company back to the way it was, is by merging with other company" He explained and Beatrice chuckled.

 

"Now I know why you are doing this....Our company can never fold up, you are doing this because you want be to get married to Brandon but guess what.... Am not getting married to him, no matter how hard you try!" She retorted and made to walk out but her dad stopped her.

 

"If you don't get married to him then all your debit card would stop working and the car and accommodation will also be taken from Michelle" He said and walked out, leaving Beatrice dumbstruck.

 

"Am sorry Bea" Mrs Helen said and also walked out. 

 

"Oh my God! That's all Michelle has and if dad takes it away from her, then she...she.....oh no!" Beatrice muttered, stuttering.

 

"I have to get married to Brandon!" She concluded and frustratedly sat down on the couch.