HE BELONGS TO THE BILLIONAIRESS

CHAPTER 8*CLUMSY NERD*

||*KIMORA*||

I finished outline the errors in the proposal my secretary wrote before sending it back to her mail and I closed the folder before pressing the dial for her table.

[Yes Ma?] She answered on the first ring.

[Call the account department, I want Mr. Gideon in my office as soon as possible.] I instruct before ending the call. I had heaps of files on my table that needed my attention, there are just so many things to do and I regret never listening to uncle when he kept nagging about focus more on the company.

If I'd listen, perhaps I wouldn't have this heap of files on my desk, nor the unattended workload waiting for me in the folders on my computer. Without wasting another minute, I picked up the first file on my desk, opened a new worksheet on my laptop and I got to work.

"Excuse Ma. Ma." I raised my in surprise as I stared at the guy before me. When did he come in?

"You called for me." He said, and I looked towards the door, checking to see if the secretary was the one who let him in.

"And you didn't care to knock?" I asked with a raised brow, dropping the pen in my hand.

"I did, a few times you didn't respond, so your secretary let me in." Mr. Gideon answered, and I frowned, turning my wrist to check the time. It's been over an hour since I busied myself with this file, perhaps I was too engrossed in what I was doing.

"Please have your seat." I instructed, before opening the desk drawer and I brought out the envelope he submitted on my desk this morning.

"Mr. Gideon, I went through the doctor's report you submitted this morning. I am not a medical practitioner, so I made a call to a friend who helped me analysed what your doctor had to say on your health..." I paused, raising my head from the sheet of paper and I looked at him for a second.

"I am sure you already know what the problem is, right Mr. Gideon?" I questioned, and he gulped, nodding.

"You have diabetes." I pointed out, watching as he cast his head down.

"May I know why you have failed to pay extra attention to your health?" I asked, because I was really curious to know why. According to what my doctor told me after checking the picture of the report I sent to him, Gideon's doctor wrote a concern about him not taking it seriously.

"I don't have the liberty to do so yet, and my doctor says it's still manageable." Gideon answered, and I frowned.

"You don't have the liberty? I don't know from what your doctor wrote here, if you don't tend to it now, it could develop into chronic diabetes. Why do you say you don't have the liberty?" I asked, and he sighed.

"I am a single dad, if I listen to everything my doctor is saying, that means I'll have to take more time than required off work to focus on my health. I can't do that right now and this job is the only source of income I have." Gideon explained.

"So you are okay with collapsing here in the company and tarnish the image of my company because you don't want to lose your job?" I say and his head snap him with speed.

"No, of course not, ma, that is not what I meant." Gideon rushed out.

"Sounds like it to me, let me ask you something. You are a single dad, how old is your child?" I asked, and I saw the corner of his eyes shift. He's probably confused why I asked such a question.

"My son is ten." He answered.

"Ten, I see. Do you have any relative he is close with or friends that look after him when you can't?" I inquired, and Gideon shook his head.

"Hmm, so you don't, I see. Tell me if you drop dead today, who would take care of him?" I could see the shock on his face at my question, but he kept silence.

"No one, he would probably get adopted or sent to the orphanage and live a lonely life wherein he spites you even in death. So please tell me again, who does your refusal to get treated benefits? Because I am sure it doesn't benefit my company, it's not like you're doing a good job coming to work half dead." I dead panned with a grunt and his face fell.

"I am sorry Ma." Gideon said in a voice that held defeat and I roll my eyes. His sorry wouldn't exactly do anything to change the situation, would it? No, it wouldn't, sorry doesn't fix things.

"Being sorry won't make you feel better, tomorrow I want you to turn in your resignation letter before 9:00 am---"

"Jesus Christ, please ma, don't do this to me. I promise I'd do better, please just give me one last chance...." He pleads, cutting off my sentence, and I frowned.

"Please ma, I have bills to pay and a son to fend for, I...."

"Mr. Gideon." I called, yet he rambled on with his excuses and reasons to justify himself.

"Mr. Gideon!!!" I yelled and that seem to catch his attention as he snapped his mouth shut.

"I hate being interrupted when I'm talking, Mr. Gideon, and I wouldn't want for you to get on my nerves. The best thing for you to do right now is shut your mouth and let me finish." I snapped in a harsh tone and he nods.

"Tomorrow, turn in your resignation letter for a temporary period until you get better. Before you leave office, you need to provide my secretary with your doctor's contact details. I know you are worried, about your source of income and all, I'll arrange that you are given your six months salary, I don't know how long your treatment would last but that should suffix for the moment.You could see it as pay off and decide not to return to work, your choice, anyway the company would pay fifty percent of your hospital bills, you sort the remaining fifty percent yourself. You can reapply for your position once you get better or choose not to."

I informed Gideon, without sparing him a glance, because I had my focus on completing the rest of the worksheet I had started. I heard his surprised gasp; the chair moving as he stood up.

"Thank you Ma, thank you so much ma. I really appreciate your kind gesture, thank you so much." He went on and on.

I sighed, pausing my work, and I raised my head to him. "Mr. Gideon, this wasn't a kind gesture, I am not a charity organization, I am only doing this because of your work history in this company and I also have to keep the good image of this company. I can't have you dying at your desk, that would be bad on the company's reputation or you can see it as an early birthday gift. Anyway, that is all I have to say, you can exit my office now. I have work to do, and I think you should also round off whatever you were working on." I said to him in a dismissive tone before turning my attention back to my laptop.

"Thank you Ma. Have a nice day." He said, before walking out of the office. A knock on the door, had me frowning as I answered.

"You have a meeting with the CEO of TEMS global in thirty minutes, and the scheduled location is twenty minutes' drive from here." Stella, my secretary informed, and I groaned.

"Who picked the location?" I asked, while going through the file she passed to me.

"Your Uncle, it's the golf club he usually visits." Stella answered.

"Good thing I don't find golf boring. Do we leave now?" I questioned, returning the file to her.

"I would say yes, to avoid traffic or any unnecessary delay." Stella answered and I nod.

"Very well, I'll meet you outside in a few." I tell her, and she nods, exiting my office. I rubbed my temple while looking at the unfinished work on the screen of my laptop and I groaned.

This is the reason I didn't want this position, it's not even a week yet and I am already feeling drained, the only reason I am not dropping everything is because of the distraction it's creating for me.

Instead, wasting my times at bars or club house and getting involved with the wrong type of guy again, I have this to keep my mind busy.

I saved the worksheet, shut down my laptop, picked up my phone, handbag, and I stepped out of the office.

"Stella, I'm ready." I announced, walking over to the elevator as I put on my glasses. Stella joined me and we rode the elevator down. I stepped out of the elevator after Stella replying a message from uncle Wyatt and something or someone ran into me.