The Unfilial Boss Woman

Patrick sat on his executive office seat and he stared at more photos of his fiancee, Willow Albert in bed with his rival Tony Miles, and the photos were sent to his phone by his rival.

His blood boiled hot, and after staring at the photos and videos for a while, he stood up from his executive office seat as he had closed for the day and he was going home.

The time was 8pm sharp, and his personal assistant, Jeff Hudson knocked and stepped into his executive office, painted in ash-grey coloured to see him.

"Good evening boss, Are you leaving for home now?," asked Jeff.

Patrick wore a red colored packet shirt and black plain trouser, and he stared to Jeff like a piece of trash, but he didn't responded, as he stepped out from his office seat, and he picked up his black coat hanging on his office seat to wore it, and to prevented the ice cold weather from hitting his cool dark skin and freezing him to death. He adjusted his necktie properly and he snatched his briefcase away from his office desk as he turned to leave his office.

In a single final glanced, Patrick walked out of his executive office of his Luxurious hotel and going home while leaving Jeff Hudson speechless.

Patrick owned a vast range of secret businesses that he does in the state, and his mind was preoccupied with a lot of thoughts ranging from his parents that has been disturbing him to bringing a wife home, and down to the list of competitors that he has, wanting to take him down and away from the business world.

He has kept series of multiple identities, and none knew who the real Patrick Anderson was, as he kept his business strategies coded.

Patrick breathed out a cold breath, as he entered into the elevator on the 8th floor that immediately took him down to the last floor of his 10th storey multimillion dollar hotel in the state, and his bodyguards stood aside guarding him as he stepped out and walked towards his Prado jeep made available to took him home.

He stared back to Jeff Hudson rushing to join him in his Prado Jeep, and he didn't waited as he entered into the back seat and sat, while Jeff immediately slided into the front driving seat, as the bodyguards shut the back door closed.

Jeff ignited on the Jeep engine and drove out, driving the Jeep home to the Anderson's resident and not wanting to angered his boss, as he was Patrick's driver too.

Jeff arrived home, and he drove into the mansion premises and parked, while Patrick stepped down and he walked straight towards their mansion frontage.

Patrick was angered and his blood constantly boiled hot as he clicked his black shoes to the cemented ground and he walked into their mighty 4-storey building.

His mother's new maid, Loveth Logan stood mopping the tiled floor as Patrick walked in.

Loveth paused and she stared at Patrick and greeted him, "Good evening sir, Welcome home."

Patrick paused and he stared irritably at Loveth that greeted him, but he didn't responded, as he walked towards one of the couches that was in the grand floor, and he dropped his briefcase on the milk coloured couch, and he took off his black coat and hung it to his shoulder, while he picked up his briefcase, and set to go up to his chamber that was on the fourth floor.

His mother, Mrs Eleanor Anderson, a 70-years old woman stepped out from her room below, as she suffered kneecap pain and she stared at Loveth irritably that was still mopping the tiled floor, as the rest of the maids were through with their works.

She frowned and she saw her son, wanting to entered into the elevator that the door dinged opened.

"Son.." Her voice trailed as she called him back and Patrick paused and stared back to his mother angrily, As he already knew there was nothing else that she and his father expected of him other than given them a heir.

Patrick has four older sisters but they were all married as his aged mother birthed him lastly after 10-years of his immediate elder sister's birth.

He clutched tightly to his briefcase as he frowned and walked back to meet his mother.

Mrs Eleanor smiled at Patrick as he approached her and gave her a warm hug.

"Good evening mother" Patrick's greeting rolled out from his lips like a whisper, and his mother smiled to him and asked him, "Welcome home son. How was your day today in office?."

"Fine mother." Patrick replied and he walked back to sat down with his mother on the executive couch.

"Son. When will you finally marry? You know your father and I ain't getting any younger, or don't you want us to see the next heir of Anderson cooperation?" Mrs Eleanor asked and Patrick swallowed, as he felt his forehead sweaty by his mother's questioned.

"Mom.." Patrick groaned and he said, "You don't have to worry about your death yet okay. I will think of a bribe soon, probably this week or next."

"Okay son." Mrs Eleanor smiled to Patrick in relieved, and he stood up to leave but she asked him.

"Son. How about your girlfriend Willow Albert?. Why not make an arrangement to go and marry her at once, or what's the matter son?."