The Unfilial Boss Woman

Scene 1 - Drunk Night.

Patrick Anderson stood up from his office seat as he was done for the day's work. 

At 8 p.m. sharp, his personal assistant, Jeff Hudson, knocked and stepped into his executive office, painted in ash-grey color, to see him.

"Good evening, boss. Are you leaving for home now?" asked Jeff.

Patrick, dressed in a red shirt and black trousers, stared at Jeff like a piece of trash and did not respond. He stepped out from his office seat, picked up his black coat hanging on his office seat, and wore it to prevent the cold weather from hitting his cool dark skin and freezing him to death. 

Patrick adjusted his necktie properly and snatched his briefcase away from his office desk.

In a single final glance, Patrick walked out from his executive office of his luxurious hotel, going home and leaving Jeff Hudson speechless.

Patrick owned a vast range of secret businesses he did in the state, and his mind was preoccupied with a lot of thoughts, ranging from his parents that have been disturbing him to bringing home a wife, down to the list of competitors he has, wanting to take him down and away from the business world.

Patrick has kept a series of multiple identities hidden, and none knew who the real Patrick Anderson was, as he kept his business strategies coded.

Patrick breathed out a cold breath as he entered the elevator on the 8th floor that took him down to the last floor of his 10-story multimillion-dollar hotel in the state. His bodyguards stood aside, guarding him as he stepped out and walked towards the Prado Jeep made available to take him home.

Patrick stared back at Jeff rushing to join him in his Prado Jeep. He did not wait as he entered and sat into the back seat of his Prado Jeep, while Jeff approached and slid into the front driving seat as his bodyguards shut the back door closed.

Jeff ignited the Jeep engine and drove out, driving him home to the Andersons' residence, not wanting to anger him.

Jeff arrived and drove into the mansion premises and parked, while Patrick stepped down from his car and walked straight towards their mansion's frontage.

Patrick was angered, and his blood constantly boiled as he clicked his black shoes on the cemented ground and approached their mighty 3-story building mansion.

Patrick entered the living room, and his new maid, Loveth Logan, greeted him, "Good evening, sir. Welcome home."

Patrick paused and stared at Loveth irritably. He did not respond to her greeting, and he walked straight towards the white couch in the living room. 

Patrick threw his briefcase on the couch, took off his black coat, and hung it on his shoulder. He picked up his briefcase and walked straight towards the elevator, wanting to go up to his mega rooms.

Just then, Patrick's mother, Mrs. Eleanor Anderson, a 70-year-old woman, stepped out from her room below. She suffered from knee-cap pain, and she stared at Loveth, still mopping the tiled floor, irritably.

Mrs. Eleanor frowned upon seeing Patrick, wanting to enter the elevator that the door dinged opened.

"Son..." Her voice trailed as she called him back. 

Patrick paused and stared at his mother angrily. Already knowing there was nothing else that she and his elderly father expected of him other than giving them an heir.

Patrick had four older sisters, and they were all married as his aged mother birthed him lastly after 10 years of his immediate elder sister's birth.

Patrick clutched tighter to his briefcase as he frowned and walked back to meet his mother. She smiled at him as he approached her and gave her a warm hug.

"Good evening, mother," Patrick's greeting rolled out from his lips like a whisper. His mother smiled and replied, "Welcome, son. How was your day today in the office?"

"Fine, mother," Patrick said as he sat with his mother on the couch. She asked him, "Patrick, when will you finally marry? You know your father and I aren't getting any younger, or don't you want us to see the next heir of the Anderson Corporation?"

Patrick swallowed and felt his forehead sweaty at his mother's question.

"Patrick..." Mrs. Eleanor called to his attention.

Patrick sighed and replied, "Mom, you do not have to worry about your death yet, okay? I will think about a bride soon, probably this week or next."

"Okay, my son," Mrs. Eleanor smiled at Patrick, and he stood up to leave, but she asked him, "Patrick, how about your fiancee Willow Albert? Why not make an arrangement to go marry her at once, or what's the matter, my son?"

Patrick breathed out as he felt hot at his mother's question again. He stared away and made eye contact with their new maid, Loveth. 

She smiled at him and blushed as she continued with her mopping the tiled floor happily.

Patrick's dark grey eyes scanned her waist in her pink maid uniform. She looked so beautiful, making him wonder who had purposely employed her to work in their mansion.

Patrick loosened his necktie away from his neck, as he rolled it out in his palm and shifted his gaze back to his mother.

"Mom, Willow traveled out without informing me about it. And like that's not enough, she has refused to give me a proper explanation of leaving me and our relationship," Patrick forged that, as of course, he could not tell his mother the truth related to why he broke up with Willow. The cheap slut that was 24/7 horny and fell for any available rod that wanted to thrust into her secret cave.

"But, I spoke to Willow yesterday, and she told me you both are fine and still together."

Patrick stiffened and stared back at his mother unbelievably.

Forcing a fake smile and menacing laughter, Patrick replied, "I'm tired, Mom. I will get back to you, and probably next week, I will look for a bride, since that's what you want."

"Okay, Patrick." Mrs. Eleanor smiled at Patrick, and he turned to leave the living room and return to his room on the fourth floor. However, Mrs. Eleanor called him back,  "Patrick, have you met Loveth Logan? She's the new maid from Westwood, and her mother is one of the charitable women contributing to building the economy."

Patrick paused and stared back at Loveth, who was now through mopping the tiled floor. She bowed her head lowered, and respectfully to him as she felt his cold, piercing gaze on her.

"How do you see her? Your eldest sister Isabel Owen recommended her services to us, and she's like a daughter to me, and helps me a lot, as I'm already old and cannot work much."

"Come, Loveth." Mrs. Eleanor stopped talking and stared at Loveth, as she signaled for her to come.

"Loveth, meet my son, Master Patrick Anderson, the sole heir to the Anderson Corporation."

Loveth walked forward to Patrick's view, and she bowed her head lowered to him again.

"It's an honor to meet you, sir," she said, but Patrick stood speechless as he sank into deep thinking.

Was this some sort of temptation or set-up by his mother?

Her eyes were so shining black like a cat. Her nose was very sharp-pointed, her lips naturally pink without lip gloss, and her long natural blonde hair packed into a ponytail.

Her skin looked so flawless, like milk and honey mixed together. 

Patrick saw, he took time assessing Loveth's beauty until his mother's words finally snapped him out of his assessment.

"Patrick, I see you like Loveth. She's also a very good cook, and I cannot help it, but feel younger and love her more."

"Hmm..." Patrick's eyes narrowed at Loveth. He looked at his mother and replied, "Fine, mother. Good to see she's taking good care of you. I have to go upstairs now, as I have some important online business meeting to catch up with by 10 p.m. And I need to be ready for it."

"Okay, Patrick," Mrs. Eleanor said, but Patrick walked away without waiting for her response. 

Patrick dashed into the elevator, and went up to the fourth floor.

"Fụck!" Patrick cursed, as he stepped out of the elevator and walked into his sitting room on the fourth floor. 

The two maids quickly greeted him, "Good evening, boss. Welcome home."

"Shut up, and get out!" Patrick thundered, and without warning, the two maids immediately ran out. 

They left the fourth-floor sitting room, as Patrick used the fourth floor alone to himself, while the third and second floors were used by his elder sisters, long before they got married or whenever they were around.

Patrick threw his black coat and necktie to the nearest couch, as he dropped his briefcase on the purple couch. He walked up to his bar in his sitting room to take out an alcoholic wine.

Patrick was angered, and there was nothing else that irritated him the most than the thought of him ending up marrying a loose woman.

Patrick took out the alcoholic wine bottle and opened it in his hand. He chugged down the wine content directly from the bottle's mouth, finishing it in one go.

Patrick staggered, feeling the wine's effect on him, and he sat back on the black stool closer to the bar top and popped open another wine bottle.

"I hate you, Willow!" Patrick cursed. Just then, he heard his sitting room door slide opened.