The CEOs Proposal

Chapter One:

Fiona's POV:

"I love you and I'm proud of you," my Dad said.

"Thank you, Dad, I love you too," I replied.

"Congratulations, Fiona," Thomas chipped in.

Thomas was my younger brother and as stubborn as ever. I wonder what life would be like without him or Dad.

My mother left us 12 years ago, just when she had given birth to my brother Thomas. I do not know if she was scared or something else.

I was only 8 then and too young to understand. So it's just my brother and dad attending my graduation.

"Now, would you look at that? I am looking at the best graduating student," Uncle Victor said as he made his way to us.

Uncle Victor was my father's best friend and the only one of his friends that I know.

"You can come to work at my company if your dad's company refuses your job application," He said with a laugh, and I smiled.

"Now, why would she go to work at your company?" Father asked.

"Well, for starters, you could just offer her the job but you want her to be interviewed and tested," Victor noted.

"What type of man would that make me? Or how do you think my employees will look at me from now on? I'm just trying my best not to be biased and show my children and employees that business is business. And not even family should influence that," Father explained.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Doing the right thing will only get you into trouble," Victor warned.

After eating and drinking with a few of Dad's employees in attendance, the house became as it was before, empty.

The graduation was over and I wondered, what next? I never really planned how or what I was going to do aside from working for my father and that too hung on a balance, being a probability.

"Prepare for your interview in two days. I hope you understand why I have to do this. Life doesn't always come easy," He explained but I didn't need to hear it.

"Yes, I do," I answered curtly.

Two days later, I was in the queue waiting to be interviewed. I cannot believe Father wanted me to go through all this.

If anything, at least, I should not have to be in the queue.

"Miss Lawson, they will see you now," The receptionist informed me and I quickly stood up.

The receptionist led me into a room where I was met by a pair of gazing eyes. There were about 8 of them in the room and I tried to calm my nerves.

"Miss Lawson, you do look familiar," One of them noted.

"Are you Mr. Lawson's daughter?" Another asked.

"Yes, I am," I answered, and they looked at each other, whether in shock or excitement, I could not tell.