Billionaires December Despair

The road was busier than the entrepreneurs opening their various stores and establishments. However, no one was more preoccupied than , who had been rushing about since early morning on this crucial day.

He flagged down a taxi, boarded it, and disembarked, repeating the process. But suddenly, the course of his life, which had been the same for several days, took an unexpected turn.

A loud honk interrupted his stride across the road. Startled, he glanced up, causing his stack of resumes and application letters to go flying, along with the precious regular McCafe Hot Coffee he had been sipping, which jolted him awake as it spilled onto his pristine white long sleeves.

As he stooped to pick up the scattered papers, an elderly driver stepped down from the bus that had stopped him in his tracks. The old man observed Osiris, as if assessing the young man's physical appearance: tall, handsome, fair-skinned, and with a well-built physique. These were the only things Mr. Cesar noticed about him, wasting no time because he had something urgent to chase.

"Are you looking for a job?" he asked Osiris upon noticing the scattered resumes and application letters on the pavement. He stretched again that swollen side of his neck when he felt the after effects of the vase her wife hammered him earlier.

"Yes," Osiris replied, and then the sound of a car horn, loud and insistent, reached his ears, followed by another and another.

"Do you know how to drive this?" Mr. Cesar tapped his Bugatti.

"Yes, I do!" Osiris replied quickly, thrilled that a seemingly kind and wealthy man was offering him an opportunity. In contrast, the drivers behind them, blocked by the car, were not happy at all.

"Then you're hired." Cesar tossed the car key to Osiris. With a smile, Mr. Cesar invited the young man to get into the car, and they hurriedly drove away.

Osiris started the car, eager to get away from the relentless honking of the impatient drivers they had disrupted during their brief conversation. He was happy because this had been his previous job, but he had been let go due to workforce reductions. He had been one of the lucky ones chosen to be let go, and that luck had led him to meet Mr. Cesar.

"I'm driving a bit slow," Mr. Cesar remarked, gazing at Osiris as he maintained a moderate pace behind the wheel.

"What should I do, Sir?" Osiris inquired.

"Speed up," came the response.

"Alright."

After a brief moment of Osiris accelerating at a faster pace, something he was accustomed to because he often drove at the speed he preferred, Mr. Cesar seemed content.

"Good. You drive faster than my previous driver." Mr. Cesar nodded, but soon his brow furrowed, and he focused on the road and the vehicles ahead of them.

"Why isn't he driving for you?" Osiris asked, curiosity getting the best of him, although he regretted it almost immediately as he felt somewhat out of place conversing with someone of Mr. Cesar's stature.

"THERE! That's them!" Cesar exclaimed loudly, causing Osiris to jump and nearly slam on the brakes.

"Where, Sir?" Osiris asked anxiously, scanning the road for the reason behind Cesar's sudden outburst and mixed emotions.

Cesar confirmed what he was referring to with a tremor in his voice, "That black car with the license plate PAQ-3435."

"Did he steal your car, Sir?" Osiris asked, starting to overtake the vehicles blocking their way to get a better view of what Cesar was pursuing.

"Not just the car, my wife too," Cesar stated without hesitation, his gaze never leaving his fleeing spouse and her lover, who was also their driver.

"Motherfucker," Osiris muttered, unable to contain his shock and anger upon learning this.

"Yeah, damn motherfucker indeed," Cesar concurred, "Looks like they even took my attaché case."

Those two had some nerve, Osiris thought to himself.

"What about your kids, Sir? Are they safe?" Osiris finally managed to ask. Why is he even asking him? Is this his way to ease himself from anxiousness? He shook his head and tsk-tsked again.

"They took them too..." Cesar replied, surprising his conversational partner, "...their child."

Osiris could only shake his head, again, in disbelief and remained silent. He is so unlucky, he thought to himself, again.

"My wife got pregnant by our chauffeur," Cesar revealed, allowing Osiris to pass other vehicles trying to get ahead of them.

"Wow! So why are we still chasing them, Sir?" Osiris asked, his nervous heart pounding faster.

Cesar pulled out a gun.

"O-kay...?" Osiris stammered, shifting his gaze between the fleeing cars and the pointed gun in Cesar's hand.

"Do you know how to shoot?" the boss inquired, caressing the gleaming gun, which appeared brand new.

"Yes, Sir," Osiris responded quickly, even faster than the Bugatti he was driving. Nervousness coursed through him. Oh, what the fuck is going on? His words at the back of his head is driving the hell out of him.

"Good." His boss remained composed. "In 2 kilometers, we'll reach the mountain trail, and that's when you'll use your gun."

Mountain trail... use my gun, huh? Are we going to execute some action scenes from a Tom Cruise or James Bond movie here? He swept all those thoughts.

"Yes, Sir." Osiris knew that at this moment, Cesar wanted to seek revenge against his unfaithful wife through violence.

Once more, Mr. Cesar spoke, determined in his plan to deal with the two betrayers, "Don't be afraid, my boy! I've got your back. I'll reward you handsomely, with an early bonus of up to a million dollars, if you satisfy me with your performance."

Osiris swallowed hard. He had no idea what he had gotten himself into. He hoped he wouldn't come to harm, but at this point, there was little he could do. He desperately needed the money to redeem the title to his family's mortgaged house and land. It was the only inheritance left by his deceased parents, and if he lost it, it would feel like losing half his life.

But just as the lives of his parents had been lost, there were other lives teetering on the brink of loss at this moment.