The Boss' Son
The next day. While Clark and Tristan were playing during their free time,
"Clark, my uncle owned a huge mall. Let's go there and play." Tristan told Clark excitedly.
"Wow. What mall?" Clark replied curiously.
"The VeanCo Square!"
"Really? I love that, Tristan! Where should we play? In your uncle's office?" he asked innocently. Although in his young mind, he's been wishing that someday he will be able to step foot in that mall, specifically in that man's office.
"In the playpen, of course. But…" Tristan's eyes became bright when he heard Clark's suggestion. "Great idea, Clark! I'll ask Uncle Cliff if we could play in his office. That will be so much fun." Tristan giggled. The thought of him and Clark playing hide and seek thrilled the young boy.
"When will it be, Tristan?" Clark could not hide his excitement.
"Hmm I don't know yet, I heard mom said that uncle will so busy this week, but let's just go to the playpen first and then sneak to his office, what do you think?" he whispered to Clark. The two boys giggled at the thought.
"Hihi sure, sure, let's do it…"
Then the youngster made plans to convince their mothers to go to VeanCo Square. The teacher was curious looking at them because they seemed lost in their little conversation.
"Clark, Tristan your nannies are here. Arrange your things first before you go." Teacher Mei informed the child.
"Yes, teacher." They chorused.
On the other hand, the nannies were talking to each other when they went outside their classroom.
"Let's go to Veanco Square one of these days, nanny Peachy." Nanny Tess asked Tristan's nanny.
"Sure, let's go then. When?" nanny Peachy is excited too. When the two boys heard it, they looked at each other and grinned.
"Can we go with you, Nanny Tess?" Clark asked hopefully.
"You're here. Let's ask your mommy first, okay?"
Clark nodded and looked at Tristan secretly. He winked while the nannies did not notice how the youngsters looked at each other, suppressing their excitement.
…
Ingrid was on her way to the parking lot when her phone rang; she did not stop and just immediately took it from her bag and automatically answered. She has to go somewhere for a meeting and is in a hurry.
"Hello, good morning.." her voice was cold and distant.
"Good morning, Ingrid, dear.." she furrowed her brow and looked at the screen. She was surprised when she saw the name, Clint Briggs.
"Oh sorry, sir, is there any problem?" that's when she stopped walking.
"Nothing, may I ask what time are you free today?"
"Around 2:00 p.m. or 3:00 p.m. I think, sir."
"Oh pity. My son will be here at around lunch time and I already told him about meeting you."
"Oh. I could not postpone my meeting today, sir. This is also regarding on the hotel we've been planning to invest in. Next time, perhaps."
"Oh, I see! There's always a next time. By the way, I am planning a welcome party for my son and to formally introduce him to the family and colleagues in business. And we're still picking on the exact date."
"Yes, I will definitely be there, sir. Just send me the invitation. Have a good day, Mr. Clint." Even though she had already accepted her defeat, she still felt overwhelming emotions that she knew would be the reason for her rumination in the coming days.
"Ingrid, dear, how I wish you'll be my… oh never mind. Be careful on your way."
"Yes, sir, I will." She paused, looked at the sky, and whispered, "this, too, shall pass."
Sitting in her car, she sighed deeply, started the engine, and drove off to her meeting.
…
Meanwhile…
All of the employees in Mr. Clint's company were in an uproar when they knew that the boss's son would arrive. They were all curious about him, and a buzzing whisper could be heard at the entrance.
Excitement and curiosity could be felt in that building. Most of the ladies were so eager to have a glimpse of their boss' son. They were so impatient to know if the rumor was true.
"I heard that he is so handsome, blue eyes, six feet tall, broad shoulders, and the lips, gosh! Makes you want to kiss and kiss." The receptionist told her colleagues.
"Have you met him?" one of the receptionists asked, sounding envious. Knowing how flirtatious her colleague is.
"Well, I just saw him on the news. Too bad, they could only catch his side view. But girls, the man is indeed hot!" They all sighed, knowing they could neither have the opportunity to converse with the man nor have a closer glimpse of him.
Minutes later, they heard a commotion, and all the employees lined up as if they were soldiers waiting for their commander and saw their boss, Clint Briggs, emerge from the elevator, looking so proud and dignified. On the other hand, some employees were busy preparing the boardroom to make it appealing to his son. They run to and fro, inspecting everything to be perfect.
Their boss gave a strict order and expected everything to be perfect for the boss' son. They will receive severe punishment if something goes wrong.
Then, a sports car pulled up. A debonair in his thirties comes into view. When they saw him, they gasped. They have seen sophisticated men, but this man is so much more. His stride was strong, imposing an authority. Many who were present experienced goosebumps. He wears one of the world's most expensive suits; it is made of merino sheep wool and designed by the most renowned tailor in the world. The tailor personally made it for Cliff and, sure enough, made a lasting impression.
'He is indeed the son of our boss.' Everyone thought silently.