The weather was great outside. The sun shone brightly, the wind blew a little cold. Indicating that it was still winter.
In a certain office, Gilbert Blakeson sat at his chair. His window welcomed the afternoon sun, so did he. He enjoyed this time of the day, his office was in a spot that only in the afternoon would the sun warm the office but only just.
Of course Mr. Blakeson could've switched up the heat in his office. But he wasn't a fan of heat, he liked the cold better.
That's where he felt at home and comfortable. He smiled at the thought of winter and snow. The only sun he enjoyed was the autumn and winter one, because it came with a bit of coldness.
The office didn't look like a sentimental one, just a standard office. No personal photos. Nobody would guess it was a boss's office that's how basic it looked.
He was a firm believer in not bringing family into the office, his personal and work life should remain separate.
The office had book shelves with heaps of books. If you looked closely you could tell that none of them were wrinkled, meaning they hadn't been touched since they were purchased.
He was done with work for the day, he was looking through eligible wives for himself. The women seemed to be in their early twenties, they were all brunettes with pale skin, they were slender built. The man clearly had a type.
He had already taken 2 and planted his seed but he wanted more. Much more. That way even if he's thwarted, he can safety leave his estate on hands other than Isaac's.
He looked through, his eyes full of lust and greed he was practically drooling. At one point he wondered if he could just have them all. But quickly banished that idea, he was doing this for a better heir not pleasure, just two more should suffice, he thought.
Ever since he fired the Waynworth's he had been in an extremely good mood. Showing his power and using it fed his already swollen ego. And when Isaac came to him about the idea to get that idiot student arrest for sexual assault, that was the first time he'd ever been proud of his son.
He was starting to act like a true Blakeson, but he still had no plans of stopping in getting other heirs. Incase Isaac's cunning was a simple fluke. He couldn't risk anything.
There was a light knock on the door. If Gilbert heard, he pretended he hadn't heard, because he continued with what he was doing. The knock never sounded again. After 5 minutes since the knock he finally chose two women.
He cleared his throat, it resounded in the room like a lion roar. Like that, the door opened. This was the rule for his employees, they only had to knock once and wait. He made that very clear to them. It didn't end well for anyone who broke this rule.
A young woman walked in, she had brown long hair. Long beautiful legs and tan skin. She was wearing a skirt that was just above her knees, a shirt and blazer. Heels that made her even taller. This was clearly his secretary.
"What is it?" He asked unconcerned.
Gilbert didn't move for a second. His plans came crashing down. All that waiting and work. He flipped the table, punched the walls, threw the chair at the window.
If the window wasn't bullet proof, the chair would've flown right out but it just bounced back. The secretary was already by the door now. Watching her boss unable to control his rage.
He attempted to calm himself, he breathed deeply and brushed his hair back since it riddled his face from all the moving around.
"Leave me. And get somebody to clean this up."
She jumped at the chance and obliged. Nobody in this company wanted to be in the line of fire when Gilbert Blakeson was angry. The young woman was lucky nothing was thrown at her.
"Wait," He shot at her.
She stood frozen in place, she was sure this would be the end of her.
"The lawsuit, how is it?"
"They aren't going to back down." Her hand was already on the knob, but she was facing him.
"What about the judge?"
"Yes, it seems judge Khan is overseeing the trial."
"Good."
His anger hadn't completely gone and his phone rang. When he saw who was calling his mood didn't improve at all. He chose to ignore it.
Isaac was just another one of his bitter disappointments at this point. If he had succeeded in getting that Waynworth brat out of the way, things would've been smooth sailing now.
But his own offspring couldn't even take care of a slum rat. He sighed disappointed at the results, though there was no time to wallow in his pitiful failures.
He left with his coat for the meeting. Things were not going his way at all. Everything seemed to be falling apart. His mood was sour all the way.