Falling Into a Happy go lucky CEO

Royce's POV

"I beg to disagree, dad! Why does it have to be me? You already know that business has never been a part of my vocabulary!" I blurted out, thumping my forehead with my hand.

I had just arrived home from hanging out with my friends. I was a bit tipsy, and my best friend Vince had driven me home, leaving my car at the bar. However, upon hearing my dad's words, all my senses seemed to snap back into focus.

There was a moment of silence. Then, after a while, I heard my mom's calm voice. She was sitting beside my father on the sofa bed.

"Royce, my son, it's only for the meantime. Your brother is still in the hospital," mom said, her voice becoming emotional.

"But mom, I can't do it!" I scoffed.

How could someone like me handle such a huge responsibility? I pondered the question silently. It felt incredibly challenging for me. I didn't even finish my college degree due to negligence in my studies. I was caught cheating during examinations, not just once but multiple times. As a consequence, I was transferred to my Aunt's place in Canada. So why in the world do my parents expect me to take over my brother's position as the CEO of META? How am I supposed to do that? They must be out of their minds!

META, short for Miller Entertainment and Talent Agency, was originally owned by my late grandfather, Thomas Miller, and later passed down to my father, Henry, as he was the only son among the three siblings. My grandfather served as the former chairman of the board while my dad held the position of CEO. Following my grandfather's death, my father assumed the role of chairman. When my brother, Reid, turned 23, my father appointed him as the CEO and entrusted him with the management of META, as my father focused on running our real estate company.

META, the biggest talent agency in Los Angeles, has experienced remarkable growth. Under Reid's leadership, the company achieved unprecedented success, quickly becoming the leading talent agency in the city. His achievements have earned him widespread recognition and admiration within the business industry.

Reid and I were identical twins. If I were to dress like him, it would undoubtedly cause confusion as our height, complexion, and physique were indistinguishable. However, there was one aspect of our appearance that set us apart: our hair color and style. I sported a blonde undercut, while Reid opted for a dark brown slicked-back style. In terms of traits and personality, we were complete opposites.

Reid has a very refined personality. He is intelligent and graduated with flying colors. He is responsible, trustworthy, and a serious type of person. In fact, he did not experience having a girlfriend or even flings during his college days because he was too serious about his studies. But one month ago, I heard he was dating a woman named 'Andrea', but I did not know anything about her. He was supposed to introduce her to my parents, but it did not happen because of the accident.

On the contrary, I am his total opposite. While I could not claim to have a very low IQ, my negligence towards my studies resulted to consistent failing grades. Even when I was transferred to my Aunt's place, my behaviour remained unchanged. I frequently skipped classes and spent my time socializing with friends, often venturing to bars and nightclubs for drinks and relaxation. I engaged in casual flings, often escalated to sexual encounters, but beyond that, I avoided any serious commitments. I am a womanizer who sought no strings attached, simply moving on once my interest in a woman had waned.

After spending a year in Canada, I made the decision to return to LA, not wanting my Aunt to worry about me. However, instead of going back to school, I chose to enjoy my time with friends, here and there.

Occasionally, I overheard my parents expressing their desire for me to be more like Reid, believing that I could be of great assistance to the family business. It stung a little to hear those words, but I pretended not to be affected. Now, with Reid in the hospital, I feel an overwhelming sense of guilt, knowing that I can't do anything to please my parents.

I heard my dad clear his throat, signaling that a more serious conversation was about to take place.