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I am sitting in my office going over a contract on my hologram screen when I hear a knocking coming from the door, I quickly close the screen and check my surveillance to see who it is, Charles, my wonderful assistant. I press a button that's hidden underneath my desk and the door opens, in walks Charles with a grin on his face. "Morning Xander," he greets cheerfully. Charles was more than just an assistant, he is also my best friend, a weird guy always optimistic and happy and sometimes very annoying. Charles and I go back a long way, before the death of my father Desmond Forsythe, and my mother Sarah Tiaz. Charles is the only person who has remained my friend, everyone else was just my friend because of the money I had and the fame. Charles genuinely cared about me even after I changed and became a sexist jerk; he stayed by my side just to make sure that I am okay. "We got a new disk this morning from South Africa and it's a good one, I can't wait to see your reaction when you fin
I am giving them enough, but I am wrong. Dammit, Xander! How could you be so stupid and reckless? How could you let this happen right under your nose? I cannot believe it; how did I not see this coming? I thought they were happy. I thought they were content with everything. This business runs fairly and runs on the laws and rules that my father made and that is how it will be till the end of time. But how did they manage to break the rules without me noticing, I missed something, but I couldn’t have, it's impossible. The people I trusted the most turned against me. This isn’t good for the company or my reputation. As the security guard waited outside my office, I quickly grabbed my things and the disk that Charles had given me and put them in my briefcase. Charles comes rushing towards us with one taco in his hand and another in his mouth. I roll my eyes, and he shrugs in response. “We need to get a move on sir,” the guard says. We quickly take the stairs down to the basement parki
It’s been two days since the strikes started and today the strike ended: according to the news. Charles was discharged from the hospital yesterday and he is doing fine, well more than fine. Charles never lets anything get him down, no matter how tragic it can be. I remember after his father died, he had this smile on his face and he told me not to cry for someone who is going to be in a better place, we should rejoice and be happy for that is what they want us to feel, and I’ll never forget that. Right now, Charles is enjoying his day off with our new personal bodyguard Damien at the gym and I did not agree with it, Charles asked Damien and he agreed I couldn’t disagree because I was outnumbered. I thought he was joking when we were at the hospital, but it turns out he was dead serious. We had an entire argument about it before he made the call; I just thought it was an absurd idea. Charles only wanted to be near the guy because he had a major crush on the guy. I can’t win against Cha
Charles and Damien return from their shopping trip about two hours later, my hard-on had disappeared after drowning myself in a bottle of whiskey, I wasn’t really drunk but my head sure wasn’t thinking straight. My thoughts were all over the place, I'm usually in control of myself when I’m drunk but this time around, I don’t think I've ever lost control of myself this much, it’s both terrifying and shocking at the same time and that’s never a good sign. Charles walks through the door and I jump up, walk to him, and give him a big hug, squeezing him a little. “Xander, you smell bad man,” he says pushing me away. Thanks for making me feel better Charles “I’m sorry Charles,” I frown, feeling bad for upsetting him. “You’ve been drinking, haven’t you?” he says looking at me worriedly. Honestly, I never drink this much in a day, let alone a week. I'm an extremely strict person and I'm self-disciplined and right now all my rules have just flown out the window. “I'm just trying to forge
The day I have been dreading has finally arrived the day I decide the fate of all my employees, I don’t know what to do, I can’t fire them because they are the best in the business, and I can’t let them off with a warning because that will make me look weak and I don’t want that. I face my biggest challenge and I’m not prepared for it. I'm nervous because I just don’t know what I'm going to say to them and that’s not the difficult part of this thing; the difficult part is getting in there and delivering the most terrifying yet influential speech, how do you do that without scaring people away? I'm so conflicted and I'm never been this confused. I'm in the middle of breakfast; Charles and Damien have left for work. While enjoying my fruit salad with yoghurt, the room goes icy cold and the hairs on my body stand. I at once know what’s happening. ‘Xander James Forsythe, you are a disappointment he says in disgust. I know he is right behind me, but I won’t turn to look at him. “I’m doi
“Xander James Forsythe,” Charles yells from downstairs. “I’m coming Dante, just chill, beauty does not make itself,” I yell back as I fix my hair in front of the mirror. “I swear to god you're gay sometimes or bisexual” he laughs. “Shut up,” I say as I walk down the stairs, “You're the gay one Charles” “Xander tell me something I don’t know and hurry up we’re going to be late for our flight, Damien is already in the car,” he says as he walks to the door. “I know Charles,” I roll my eyes and make my way out of the house; Charles turns on the alarm system and locks the door. I walk to the car and can see that Damien is glued to his phone in the backseat. I’m sure he is playing the new game Pokémon Go; I’m making billions with that game. I jump in and he gives me a warm smile and looks back at his phone. “Pokémon Go?” I ask; he doesn’t look up at me. “Yep, it’s fucking addictive,” he says with a childish grin. “I know Dame, I know,” I chuckle. “How many have you found?” he asks,
As we make our way to Abraham’s Incorporated in Sandton City, Charles, and Damien cannot stop talking about just how amazing this meeting is going to be. Coming up with crazy scenarios of how I’m going to react, all of them end up with her pregnant. At this very moment I am upset with her, why were there rumours of a merge? Hopefully, it is just the public making assumptions for her sake but nonetheless, I am still upset with her and in all honesty, scared too. I didn’t want to meet her, after seeing those pictures that day, I haven’t been the same, that’s all I see, in my head and my dreams, I hate her. “Uh, Xander, you’re thinking out loud,” Charles says to me worriedly. “There is nothing to be scared about Xander, you’ll be fine,” Damien says. “I am not scared,” “Dude, you’re angry and somehow terrified of the woman, she is way better than you and I mean if she – ouch!” Charles says, and Damien gives his lover a looking of warning. “What? I’m being honest,” Charles says. “May
The next morning, I was somehow in a good mood, nothing could get me down today, not even Charles and his little antics. I got out of bed and go straight downstairs; Charles is sleeping on the couch, which is odd because I could have sworn, I left him in his room last night and Charles made a vow a few years to never sleep on the couch and he hasn’t until now. I walk over to the couch and tap his shoulder and whisper his name, he doesn’t respond. “Charles,” I call out. “Charles?” I call out again, a little louder. “Dante!” I yell, he jumps and looks around before his eyes land on me and he lies back down and groans in frustration. “What is wrong?” he asks groggily, rubbing his eyes. “What are you doing on the couch?” I ask, his face falls and I immediately can tell that something is wrong. He sits up straight on the couch and I jump over the couch and sit beside him, preparing for a dramatic sob story. “Damien ditched me last night,” That doesn’t sound like Damien. “Why?” I ask