CEO?

Tasha’s P.O.V.

As soon as we stepped out, Eva's father was standing in front of the door looking worried; he walked quickly towards us.

"Eva! Are you okay?" He was asking a question. His face was red and he seemed angry.

"Yes, Daddy." Eva said in a low voice.

"What the hell was going on? Why did you behave that way, Eva?" He asked harshly. I intervened looking at Eva's scared face.

"I'm taking Eva to the first aid room. I think she's fine but I still want to do a checkup on her. "Now excuse me." I walked over to the golf cart parked outside for Eva, which Daryl had already organized on my behalf.

"How dare you?" He grunted.

"Daryl! Show the way to the man." I sat the girl in an open car and left her in there to ignore her father. I wanted to teach him a lesson.

I was driving to the first aid center with the girl in the golf cart. The girl was holding my hand tightly. She was a very cute and loving girl. I looked back and saw that the girl's father had put both his hands in his pants pockets. His face was completely spotless.

By the time we arrived at the medical center after covering a distance of thirty minutes, we had become very close friends.

"It will be fine by tomorrow. Before you go home and sleep, is it okay to apply this ointment yourself?" I applied an ointment, told her how to apply the ointment and closed the tube and put it in her skirt pocket. Heavy footsteps were heard from outside, which stopped outside the cabin.

"This is Daddy." Eva said shyly. "He will be very angry with me."

"I handle your daddy. Tell me, will you drink Coke?" I asked gently patting her cheeks.

"Yes please!" Eva nodded and then stopped.

"Won't you mind if I stop and drink the coke in this room?" I smiled after listening to her saying that I understood that this girl was afraid to face her angry father at that time.

"You can stay here as long as you want little girl." I patted her cheek again and left the cabin. I got out and closed the door of the cabin.

Standing in front of the door, the tall man asked, "Where is she?".

"Your daughter is in the treatment room." I answered him and walked to the fridge in the corner, opened the door and took out a can of Coke.

'I told her I'd get her a coke. Please get out of the way' I said, angry. I don’t like these types of people.

"Coke?" He exploded. "Will she drink Coke? At this time?"

Ignoring him, I opened a can of Coke and without saying a word stepped into the cabin. Eva was sitting on a chair and looking at the first aid treatment posters on the walls, swinging her legs.

"Thank you." Eva took the can from my hand.

She was taking small sips of Coke. Looking at her carefully, I asked a question.

"Eva! Where is your mother?" After listening to my words, Eva lowered her head.

"She died just a few months ago." She spoke in a muffled tone.

"Oh." I became quiet for a moment.

"I think I will tell your daddy about your injury so that if there is any problem, he can call the lady doctor at home. Should I tell?" When I asked, Eva shook her head as if she had given permission.

"Ok, finish this coke comfortably, I'm coming." I got up patting her hand, stepped out of the cabin and closed the door carefully. Eva's father was sitting on the leather sofa near the registration desk; he started to get up after seeing me.

"Sir, please sat down for a while now. I have to record this incident and filled some forms. I need your signature on it.” I knew that the man must have turned mad after hearing me, that's why I left the desk without looking at him. Some critical incident report papers were taken out of the drawer.

"What is the full name of the girl?" I asked, looking at the report paper.

"To hell with your bloody Forms Miss .... I want to know about my daughter right now." His voice was very angry and high pitched. As he stood up from the sofa, he walked over to my desk, pressing the desk with both hands.

I raised my head and his face was very close to me. His steel gray eyes had a magnetic attraction, his nose was slightly high, his mouth was wide and his jaw was strongly set. He also had thick dark brown hair with a few gray hairs made him even more decent and handsome. He was a very rich and attractive man of thirty or thirty-two. I feel my heart skip a beat for the first time in my life.

"Miss! If my review is complete, tell me about my daughter." He spoke in a very rude and sarcastic tone; I quickly looked away from him, reproaching myself.

I controlled my senses while swallowing saliva and started talking like a machine.

"Your daughter has been stung by a bee. I have applied an antiseptic cream to her wound. She is resting inside."

After listening to these words, the man's face was less tense, his daughter was fine, and he took a deep breath of relief.

"What was the point of creating such a big fuss over such a small matter? She could have told me instead of running and hiding like that.” After knowing the reason, he was getting angry now.

"The bee got inside her blouse and it bit her on the sensitive part and hurt her." I explained the problem to him in appropriate words. He was staring at me without any expression with his steel gray eyes; it was clearly written on his face that it was not a big deal.

"Your daughter is growing up now Mr…."

"Daniel" He told me his name.

"Mr. Daniel, your daughter is in that age group where due to physical changes, children start to hesitate even on their own. She was in pain, but instead of pain, she was hesitant to tell you. If she cried in front of you, you were the reason. Thinking about this, she ran away and locked herself in the ladies' washroom.” I explained to him in a cold tone.

At that time, he was clenching his jaw tightly and hitting his fingers on his index finger. He was an experienced worldly man and was faced with such a situation for the first time.

"Mom was right; raising a daughter is not easy." He grumbled.

Suddenly, his steel gray eyes softened as he looked at me.

"I'm still learning about parenting. It's all new to me." The smile on my face appeared professional once I heard his words. "As Eva did, I overreacted slightly more..."

"That's understandable Mr. Daniel” I told him while filling out the form.

"Mr. Daniel, please tell me your full name." I asked in a very professional manner.

"Daniel Bruno." His voice echoed and my hand froze while writing his name.

"Daniel Bruno.” My lips moved.

Smiling, he walked to the front of the desk, standing in front of me; he put his steel gray eyes into my curious gaze.

"Yes, Miss Jane." He read my name from the name tag while smiling.

"I own this place." He said and I trembled.

He was Daniel Bruno, a famous ruthless billionaire.

He was the owner of this place.

He was standing in front of me.

"I thought without any report or form etc. I could take my daughter from here?" He replied coldly. I looked at the incident report in my trembling hand and then threw these papers into the trash bin. Then he turned away, and I sat helplessly on my chair.