Caged Between The CEO And His Son

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oved towards the poolside. The children screamed like norma

ugh my shades, I noticed my son in the water, running his fing

facing away from us and prete

urday afternoon and the sun isn't great, I had to come here-still wearing my work suit-

y eyes on

hy you are having a party at thi

up a towel and make his way to the beach benches. He drie

a question, Ju

ircled the pool and mad

u are just as rich as I am, will you maybe show me some

h, fuck off," a

just say to m

is neck and came over to us. One of my guards

ard sultrily from head t

child,

of shit, to get the hell out of my way?" Wit

nt to talk?"

e shifte

you a fucking questio

nswer your damn questions." He

sigh. He can make m

will not a

right

ow you talk to me. Your f

o get the fuck out of my

bit sensible for onc

snor

ou are eighteen. You'r

n questions meant for kids and allow m

life? You were reckle

he damn kettle is c

eyebrows. "

the guards w

er throw an irresponsible party in

history of acting in this manner. He is only a few inches taller than

You don't have the authority to instruct me on what

t him. I'm having a hard time not punchin

he alwa

hen he made an unpleasant statement. He pushed

I sna

going to allow

ght next to me, giving

personal space, Junior."

ionless, refus

," with

fury, I tighte

After saying that, he stepped away f

a sigh. My aide and secretary, Timmy, was coming toward

cious glance, wondering

little rascal who is conceited,

suit with a knee-length skirt. She wears this specific suit pattern every day, albeit it comes in a varie

aid as she ap

instructed." She sighed and t

ing. I like one o

." She trailed behind me as I walked by her. My guards did th

what abou

y." I shot back, making

should let you know about your schedule for the rest of

another with the team, an interview w

interview." I

Si

me, don't accept any. My security opened the

, but you h

yet, Timmy?" I inte

r? "No,

of my guys to stop overworking the

he car, I saw my guard

r started the v

group of businesses. I am a widower and the parent

cal way of life with my son. The boy is a constan

day of his mother's funeral, he accused me of being the cause of her death. The cer

s terr

e news and the paper

s, they proceeded to fabric

do many interviews because of this. My sta

is aware that I didn't mur

ct like the pampere

. She was imposed on me by my parents. Due to a merger and the

ge. We live like enemies, even th

erever he goes. Even in the classr

I went wrong to ha

d. I noticed the dialer as

my f

n of all m

ered th

your problem, Cyrus?" I ar

t's w

ur hands on Junior a

e a photo of his facial bruises. "The

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