HIDE

EPISODE 7 - UNWELCOMED

Brandon never knew that Satan had a sibling living on earth until he met Wilson. Then, he realized that Wilson was either ruling hell with his brother or was totally in charge. Most times, he wished that Wilson will meet a terrible end and justice will be served to him in his afterlife. But, that would be a waste of energy because Wilson might be a reincarnation of someone from the afterlife. How can a human being with a conscience be so cruel? Or, his bad. This one was soulless. No heart. No soul. Just a handsome, tall billionaire occupying a body. It was so hilarious when many people speak kindly of him. Talking about how he had helped them in life because he was involved in so many charity events, and he really did give back to society. Was he trying to maintain a good image while being a terrible human being? How pathetic! He should be proud of nature to the call. However, who would believe a servant over such an adorable master? People will see it as Brandon trying to make him look bad due to his laziness. They would just try to come up with something uncreative.

Then again, bad people always did that. Great. A. perfect and believable image outside while showing home their terrible side. He just had to make sure that he didn't become a victim of that play.

“Schedule,” Wilson said briefly, sipping on his vodka.

'How can someone be sipping vodka while working?' Brandon snapped but didn't dare to show it. Brandon looked at his notes. “A meeting with the expansion team at 10:10. Then you need to be at Louisiana Enterprises for the board meeting at 11:00. The phone call with your sister at 11:50 about the partnership deal. Kendrick Perkins has requested a meeting at noon regarding the Casino project —”

“Decline,” Wilson cut in without even looking at him.

Brandon glared at him. “It took me two months to get these projects,” he ground out. “It’s bad for the company, too. You know that our rivals have been pushing to get their attention for a while now. I had to walk through hell to get them on our side. We need them to balance-”

“Next,” Wilson said. “I’m not in the mood for your small talks.”

Wilson took a deep, calming breath. “I’ve finished compiling the report you requested,” he said, handing his boss the report he’d barely managed to finish before Wilson’s arrival.

The man opened it and skimmed it with his gaze.

Wilson held his breath.

“It’s inaccurate and incomplete,” said Wilson at last in his emotionless, dismissive voice. “You didn’t consider totally the past transactions with the ones in progress? You didn't consult the finance department and most of the figures are not correlating with the total. And the media department too was left out. You need to offset the total income before getting a sensible result. This was shabby work. Do it all over and have it in my office by 10:00” He turned and headed to his office.

“It’s already nine, and you gave me two other tasks already.” Brandon scowled at his back, but at this point, he wasn’t even surprised. He was used to it. He was used to his boss’s horribleness. To his ridiculous standards and demands. He’d had no choice but to get used to it. The worst mistake of his life was making a bet with Satan himself. He barely had time for frivolity and fun like he was used to. No time for home or his sister. He wasn't used to not having time for his sister and other fun activities. Every day, he arrived at the office several hours earlier than he should have because his workload was so crazy, Brandon couldn’t hope to finish it during work hours. Then, he had to have Wilson’s breakfast ready by Wilson’s arrival. Brandon was now an expert at making black coffee—because it was the only type of coffee that existed, as far as Wilson was concerned. Well, at least he got his coffee right. A black coffee for a black soul. Thereafter, Brandon was expected to write and then perform a thousand different tasks, running up and down the building a hundred times a day, typing up ridiculously long documents in a ridiculously short time, and travelling between the EW Group subsidiaries and Louisiana Enterprises like a superhero. He rarely returned home before ten at night, mentally and physically worn out.

Brandon was pretty sure he was being abused. Workplace abuse, except he had no evidence to hold him accountable. He never forced him to do overtime. It was all on Brandon, who chose to do everything willingly. Yes, that was right: he did it willingly. Call him insane, but he would be damned if he proved the asshole correct and crumbled under the pressure. He was going to be the best damn assistant Wilson had ever had—or die trying. Wilson was pretty sure everyone in the company thought him insane. He was also pretty sure everyone was right. And the worst part was, he never got even the smallest hint of praise when he managed to successfully perform the most impossible tasks. Of course not. Praise wasn’t a word in Wilson's lifestyle. Not that he wanted Wilson’s praise or something. Of course not. Brandon hated him. God, did he hate him? He hated him for everything he was. He hated him to the point that he sometimes literally shook with it, wanting an outlet for that hatred, wanting to dig his fingers into those cold, arrogant black eyes and make him bleed. That was brutal, but that was

Brandon had never considered himself a violent person. But he’d been forced to revise that opinion ever since he’d started working for Wilson Edward because he very vividly and very often imagined wrapping his hands around Wilson's cute neck and squeezing—

The intercom came to life. “My office, Brandon,” Wilson said as Brandon was still imagining his chaotic takeover.

Brandon glared at the screen of his computer before marching into the office. Maybe he will lose it today.

“Is the report ready?” Wilson said, without looking at him.

Brandon bit his lips. “It has only been a few minutes, sir,” he said in the most pleasant voice he could manage. It wasn’t very pleasant. “The report needs more consultation from the finance department and media Director.”

Wilson fixed his eyes on him. “And?”

“It is impossible for me to run the stairs and meet both directors, then type the report before submitting it to you. Taking into consideration that I had to take care of both tasks that you gave me first. I am not a ghost. Cut me some slacks. But I will have it ready before the end of the day. Sir.”

Wilson hummed, eyeing him like a predator would eye its prey. Brandon knew that this asshole deliberately gave him impossible tasks just to see him explode or fail. But, Brandon was so determined not to give up. He was f*****g determined to deny him that satisfaction.

“Fine,” Wilson said. “Have Brenda finish it up. I have another task for you. Go book me a hotel and get condoms.”

“Sorry, Brenda that works at the HR, right?”

“Why would you ask me such a silly question?"

“It gets confusing. Becky and Brenda.”

“After months of working here. You are just unbelievable. Brenda works at HR and Becky is my receptionist. Have you gotten that into your thick skull, now?”

“Yes sir.” Scowling, “Am I to book your regular. Then, I know it is not in my place to object, I thought I bought you a dozen of condoms the last time. Seriously, you can't be out of them already.”

Brandon's life was now Wilson's Secret Service agent to the acquisition of condoms that didn't last days now. He was his PA and personal slave too. What he doesn't understand is how many women he uses them with. He buys them in large quantities, yet, it doesn't even last days for him. It was pathetic and sad that he must be changing women as he would change his clothes. It wasn't in Brandon's place to judge anyway. His own life was over. He hadn't been on dates for months now and had no s*x. He was practically celibate apart from a few times of jerking off when he really had the time to because he was often so tired of even that.

Unlike Wilson, Brandon liked to have intimacy before hitting it off with anyone. Brandon couldn't blame those women. They were running after wealth, power, and Wilson's erroneous d**k. Yes, Brandon had taken note of that because he has been the one in charge of the condom shopping spree. His d**k size must be exaggerated, or he was trying to make it look out of the world. Because if it was true, then the universe was unfair. So, so unfair. How can one man be blessed with everything?

Brandon gave him a steady look. “If you don’t believe me, I can make sure you’re there next time I use them.”

Um. What?

“That—that won’t be necessary,” Brandon managed, at last, blinking. “I believe you—I’m already going!”

There was a barely noticeable change in Wilson’s expression, a cruel, speculative gleam in his eyes. It honestly scared the s**t out of Brandon. That spelt trouble. It usually appeared before Wilson managed to come up with a new way to make his life hell.

Whatever Wilson was going to say was interrupted by a phone ringtone. His boss answered.

Brandon exhaled and started turning away when the conversation made him pause.

“I understand, but it doesn’t mean I like your decision,” Wilson said, his voice slightly different from his usual condescending tone.

Brandon frowned and turned back.

“I get it,” Wilson said, sighing. “Family is important.”

Brandon shot him a half-bewildered, half-frustrated look. He preferred thinking of Wilson as a heartless dickhead, but there were moments like this when his actions and words didn’t quite fit that image.

Wilson’s face hardened, a deep wrinkle appearing between his brows. “No,” he said, glancing at Brandon. “It’s not negotiable. I will not approve of that. She can take the issue to the man who brought the crazy idea. I couldn't care less what they think.”.”

The caller’s response eased some tension in Wilson’s face.

“All right, keep me updated,” he said before hanging up and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“What’s up?” Brandon said, unable to suppress his curiosity.

He expected Wilson to rebuke him and tell him that it was none of his business, but unexpectedly, he got an actual answer.

“My father is pushing for my sister to take over the company as CEO while I become a director in any unit of my choice,” Wilson said without looking at him, still radiating annoyance.

Oh. Brandon couldn't say that he understood such craziness. Why would his father want to take away a company he built from scratch, up from him? With these few months that Brandon spent time in the office working for Wilson, he saw the dedication Wilson was using to make his Group grow. It would be so unfair to do this to him.

But Wilson looked like he wasn't going to have any of that any longer. Considering that he barely talked to his family or mentioned them, he really never wanted to have any other issue that will bring him close to them. He even wanted to go as far as organizing a press conference, but Brandon's occurrence make him take a step back. Now the battle is on once more.

Brandon frowned, not understanding. “Can they do that to you? Considering that this is your company.”

“My father is a well-connected asshole, and he can do anything and get away with it. He has done worse, that is the reason I decided….” he trailed off briefly and then changed the topic. “You know what, never mind. I don't want to give this conversation now.”

“I respect your decision.” not that he had much of a choice than to anyway. “What can we do to ensure this doesn't happen."

Wilson shot him a hard look but didn’t actually deny it.

Brandon wished so much for him to have the ability to help in any means possible. Yes, he wanted to see Wilson suffer but, not in this way. He deserved better. He worked day and night to place his empire up high. So, a father doing this to his child is more satanic than Wilson's attitude.

“You told the person who called that something was non-negotiable,” Brandon said, curious. “What was that about?”

A flicker of annoyance flashed across Wilson’s face. “Nothing.”

“You were looking at me when you said that,” Brandon said, not buying it at all. “Come on, tell me.”

Wilson stared him down.

Any sane person would have backed down.

Clearly, Brandon wasn’t a sane person. Stubbornly, he glared right back.

To his surprise, Wilson gave in. He gave in. “They offered to take up my staff and replace them with their best. They also asked for me to reduce the shares to twenty percent.”

“That is crazy!”

“Yeah, tell me about that. I won't back down any longer. I will fight my dad on this one”

Brandon blinked. Wait, what? “We have to find another way to defeat him without making it look like a fight. If he realizes that you are up against him, he will guard up. Let us take him unawares.”

“At least you have said one thing right today,” Wilson said, sneering. “I wonder if you actually said it or something else possessed your body.”

Brandon couldn't help but rejoice. Had he just, for the first time, gotten a compliment from dickhead boss? That can't be!