Married to the Devil; He Wears Prada

A chorus of melodic bird song drifted in as the rising sun turned the morning sky a rosy hue.

"Where are you, Martini?

Your tardiness to work is inevitable." Maxwell stood in front of his room and yelled.

"I am ready, let us go together," he called out, but no one answered.

He slammed the door, but his voice reverberated back to him with no answer.

The fact that Martinez bedspread was clean and undamaged suggested that he had not even spent the night in his room.

"Where in the world could he be at this hour?

He has a task for me to complete as the company's managing director.

I cannot entrust this kind of task to a stranger." Maxwell muttered succinctly.

After giving it some thought and gesturing to the living room for a glass of water, he saw something that almost made him cry.

He hesitated, unable to speak for a moment. He was disappointed by his words.

At the moment, he was unable to articulate his feelings in words that would be appropriate.

Letting his briefcase fall to the floor, he sat on the couch and pondered aloud.

"Have I made the most significant error of my life?

What did I do wrong by putting my business in his hands? It might have been my fault.

I was too lenient towards him. This nonsense must end before it becomes unmanageable." He lamented.

Maxwell hobbled over to his bar and picked up a bottle of tequila.

Martinez and an unidentified woman who was sleeping on the ground beside him were sprinkled on after Maxwell opened the bottle of tequila.

She wore nothing but a bra and knickers, while Martinez had no shirt on.

Maxwell could tell, without being told, that these two had sex on the couch last night and fell asleep afterward.

"What is this embarrassment, Dad? This is very unjust." Martinez shouted at his father while throwing his foul breath into the air.

"Do you think it is unfair? Care to find out what is unfair? You had sex with a harlot right inside my home.

What's the matter with you?

Today's Monday.

And here you are, sleeping next to a weird girl, while the floor is covered in empty spirits bottles.

Please just act like your younger brother." He lost his temper with Martinez.

Maxwell demanded that the strange lady leave his home, but Martinez refused.

"She is not going anywhere. It is not your place to talk to her like that.

The only person who can decide whether she stays or leaves is me." Martinez defended his mistress against his father.

"This is what I knew it would lead to.

I wish your mother could still see what a beast you have become. Such a pathetic situation.

I should have realized that neglecting your younger brother while constructing my empire around you was the biggest mistake I could have made." Maxwell lamented while expressing his regret over closing Martinez over his kid brother.

"I do not need the sermon.

You need to stop talking about my mum.

She is gone, and she will never return.

I want to explain it to you.

I am not like my younger brother.

"Do you fail to recognize that our lives are different?" In retaliation, Martinez formed a shield in front of his mystery girl.

He is aware of his father's temper and his potential.

Maxwell's anger does not stop him from slamming a bottle on her head.

Narrowing his eyes at Martinez, he leaned forward and muttered something brief. "This will not be amusing to you again. Be careful,"

He said, threatening Martinez before heading to the office.

Martinez was still at ease.

After his Father left, he did not feel the need to get dressed up for work.

His mistress slapped him across the face when he tried to cuddle again.

"Vanessa, you evil bitch. How come you did that? I just want to cuddle," As she stroked his cheek, Martinez groaned.

"You are truly despicable.

Even after what happened, you still want to cuddle?

I assumed you were responsible for your father's business as managing director.

However, you behave so indifferently as if it were no one's concern?" Vanessa blasted him.

She was so disappointed by his actions.

He ignored her reprimands, though.

All he wants to do is cuddle.

"Disregard my father. He is merely an elderly man. We will take care of it."

She shoved him to the ground, but he persisted and tried to approach.

"You idiot, get the fuck out of my sight.

You ought to feel embarrassed by your actions." Before leaving the house, she wore her dress back and flared.

______

Maxwell finally made it to his multi-billion dollar company after a fifteen-minute drive.

The Lead way Gold Mine is a sleek, contemporary, enormous structure composed of advanced steel and glass.

This large space is in the centre of Atlanta, Georgia.

"Hello, Boss. I hope you had a productive night." Maxwell's office assistant, Joshua greeted him upon arrival.

He offered to get the briefcase Maxwell was holding, but Maxwell declined and pointed glumly to his office.

Joshua was not surprised by his attitude. He was already aware of the kind of person he was up against.

A few minutes after that, he called Joshua into his office indicating a briefcase and a brown envelope on the desk.

"There is a one million dollars cheque in that envelope. Proceed to cash it out at the bank.

This briefcase can be used to carry the cash. Do not wait around.

Since Martinez is currently unavailable, I selected you for this task.

I do not want any stories. Now go right away. You would be driven there by my chauffeur." Maxwell commanded.

"I will be back soon," Joshua took the briefcase and the envelope and left the office right away.

And shortly after that, the driver took him to Bank of America a few miles from Lead way Gold Mine.

Joshua gestured majestically to the manager's office to cash the cheque while holding the briefcase in his right hand.

Maxwell only joined the bank a few months ago, but because of the sizeable sum he typically deposits, he has already earned the title of favourite customer.

The briefcase was thrown to the floor by the bank's janitor who brushed Josh's shoulder as he approached the manager's door entrance.

Joshua didn't see that coming as he sparked outrageously at her. "Are you completely blind?

Didn't you anticipate my arrival? Where is the manager? He ought to terminate your employment for your incapacity."

"I apologize for my manners. I was not observing." She apologized and opted to lift the briefcase instead.

"Do not touch that.

Go now before I call the manager to discipline you." He turned down her benevolence and walked her out.

"I am grateful, sir." As she left, she continued to apologize.

Joshua grabbed the briefcase and strode angrily to the manager's office.

"Hi there, Mr. Joshua.

Hi there, this is Bank of America.

I was informed of your arrival by Mr. Maxwell. Get seated, please." The manager, Marcus Emerson welcomed Joshua in a spectacular manner.

However, all that changed when he saw the dejected expression on Joshua's face.

"What is a problem? You do not look content. Did you get offended by anyone?" With much interest, he inquired.

"It was-I do not care! The concern has already been resolved.

I came just to cash in this cheque." Josh felt shivers of fear and reached into his pocket, but he was unable to locate the envelope.

"What are you looking at?"

Mr. Marcus inquired.

"The envelope with the one million dollars cheques in it. It is no longer there.

How could I possibly have lost it? My goodness! My Boss is going to murder me!" Joshua broke down in tears and lost his mind.

He felt all over his body, but he was unable to locate the tick.