Chapter2

#Chapter2

3,2,1...Action!

Ted's POV

Ted, you are a sexy young beast. Doing great is an understatement.

I straightened my black silky coat, dusting off any possible dirt on it. My trousers were of perfect silk and it aligned with my well structured legs.

The ladies will keep coming.

I licked my lower lip, enjoying its succulence.

Ted Junior will be leading the national anthem tonight.

The huge lights above me shone brightly, illuminating the stage I was on. A lady sat opposite me in an armchair and put on a smile that could rip her face apart.

The audience before us sat on chairs, placed on ascending stairs. Pictures of the lady sitting opposite me, framed with a rectangular brown metal, were lined on the white walls next to the onlookers in front of us. Cameras were kept at strategic locations of the stage, all having their focus on the lady and I.

She swerved her head towards a cameraman, causing her long black hair to sway in my direction. She gave him a curt nod and the cameras started rolling.

Three, two, one...

The funky theme music of the talkshow sounded and the lit screens behind me slid open, casting a bright yellow light on the mosaic tiles of the stage.

Though it was hard to see the audience cause of the dim lighting in their area, I could spot the radiant smiles plastered on their faces.

Eyes on the prize Ted.

/"Happy new year and good evening citizens of Hammorog. It's your favourite talkshow host, Cindy Baker, here with more gists to itch your ears. Now our next guest is no other. He has been awarded the keys to the city for his distinguished, scientific discovery of the cure of the berseker disease. A disease that made the city of Hammorog closed off for 11 years./" She glanced at me briefly and gestured her hand in my direction. /"When all hope was lost, this man emerged and held a beacon of light. With all the interviews and press conferences, we are pleased that he has accepted our invitation. Without further delay, we proudly welcome the leading man of Hammorog city Ted Hamilton!/"

The audience rose from their seats and gave me the applause of a lifetime. Their voices thundered with praises and I could even hear some women, crying for me to bear their children.

Yuck, fatherhood.

But still, I won't mind banging the busty ladies in the audience. I love boobs. They're round and squishy mounds of flesh given to us by God.

I think boobs and sex are the best things God gave humanity.

Cameras focused on my every movement and I waved and smiled just as I should. Cindy was holding a card that guided her for her questions while looking at me warmly.

I followed the curves of her body that was even more accentuated by the darkblue gown she was wearing.

Damn, she is hotter in person.

The lights above me gave off a radiating heat, which opposed the Antarctic weather that the AC of the studio was giving.

/"It's such a pleasure to have you here Mister Hamilton,/" Cindy welcomed and extended her hand.

I grasped her hand firmly and squeezed it. Her palm felt soft and smooth like the skin of a baby. She was taking good care of her dark skin.

/"The pleasure is all mine,/" I replied causing her to blush lightly. I made myself comfortable and braced my thoughts for her questions.

/"So how does it feel to be the man leading the lifesaving vision of the Green Leaf Corporation?/"

Ah, a different way of constructing a question, but just the same common query that every presscon and talkshows kept on giving me.

I faked my most famous, humbled chuckle and smiled.

/"It has been an honor, Cindy. I've seen what this epidemic has done to the city and with the success that my team has given my company, I think I have found God's purpose for me./"

The audience before us clapped loudly and Cindy placed her hand to her wellendowed breast to show that she was touched by my answer.

This was the kind of quality air that I should breathe. I was a hero.

/"Mister Hamilton, you are such a refined man with the qualities that each woman would die for. You've amassed great success in the pharmaceutical industry. How do you take it all in?/" Cindy asked, her eyes were sparkling with awe.

I took a deep breath and looked at the audience before me. I don't know how they did it, but hell yeah I was a doctor.

/"Overwhelming is the word. It still hasn't sunk into me and to have people praise you everywhere seems like a dream./" It was a dream I didn't know would come true.

I never knew I was going to move out of the crappy apartment I was living in. Ted Hamilton deserved better than that. I knew I was perfect and it was only a matter of time before I got rich and famous.

/"Well, you can rest assure Mister Hamilton that you are not dreaming. You have saved countless lives because of your discovery and people will never forget that you have saved the future generation from experiencing such dreadful times,/" She uttered before another round of applause was given by the audience.

Heck yeah, I saved your asses.

/"So Mister Hamilton, how did you know there was a virus spreading and this virus was the cause of the drastic increase in crime rate?/"

I cleared my throat and switched my leg that was on top of the other, because it was gradually getting numb.

/"It was through the forensics reports of the police. When people in the city began to die mysteriously, the forensics department noticed that there was a particular virus found in their spinal fluid. So, we took that fluid and tried to find any possible means to kill the virus in it. Through God's guidance, we managed to create a cure./"

/"And thank goodness you found it. This city would have been wiped off the map if it weren't for you. The death toll among loose criminals was deemed God's punishment but it turns out it was some sort of disease that criminals were experiencing and could likely be the cause of their impulse to commit crimes./"

I nodded and pushed my glasses up. /"Correct, many would still comment that the virus affecting personality and behavior was unlikely, however; they cannot deny that the Holitus serum had made the affected population's personalities and behaviors more stable./" I felt so smart.

/"Interesting Mister Hamilton. But has your team finally discovered how the disease is contracted?/"

I shook my head and narrowed my gaze.

/"Unfortunately, we haven't yet but our team discovered something very interesting that could finally solve it./"

The audience and the staff who were visible were caught with interest and curiosity.

/"What is it? Pray, tell Sir,/" Cindy encouraged.

Not in the script but they won't mind if I did an adlib. I overheard the secretary's conversation with that bastard.

Though their boss did all these good works I've been praised for, I couldn't help but wonder why he didn't want to take the credit for it. Their company was hiding something and it was only a matter of time before I'll find out.

/"According to the forensic reports, the bodies they studied had injection marks./"

/"They are drug users?/" Cindy asked, intrigued.

The entire studio was quiet and was listening intently.

I smirked. /"Here's the interesting part, none of them are /"

Louds murmurs erupted before they were shushed by Cindy's next question.

/"So the virus could have been manmade?/"

I nodded. /"There is a high possibility that it is./"

And I didn't give a flying fuck.

A few more questions were asked from me before the director of the talkshow signaled Cindy that they were out of time.

/"So what's next for Ted Hamilton?/"

I ran my hands through my flaky hair. /"I have many plans but most of them are to develop more cures for chronic diseases, that throughout history had made the human race lose prominent and bright people to an early death. I want to give hope to those who have lost it, to better lives, to save lives, and to have people live knowing that there will always be a cure./"

The crowd cheered and I think Cindy fell in love with me.

I am awesome.

The interview ended and I exchanged goodbyes with the host. The audience was satisfied, my pockets were going to be satisfied, and the lucky woman tonight was going to be more than satisfied.

I entered my dressing room and was welcomed by the strong whiff of an aromatic perfume. The room wasn't that large but it was well furnished. Bright bulbs hung over the room, coruscating its yellowthemed walls. A director's chair faced a rectangular mirror that had bulbs engraved in its frames. At the corner of the room, a pink lounge couch aligned itself with two joining walls.

I curled my lips when I noticed an unsightly pain in the ass that turned my mood into spoilt milk.

My bodyguard was leaning against the wall, his arms over his broad chest. He was in his usual slick black suit and his copper skin glimmered under the sultry lights, making him look gorgeous. His black beard was well trimmed and it lined his jaws in the best way possible. What vexed me was how good he looked with it.

Fucking turd.

His black hair formed perfect curls and it annoyed me that someone could be this handsome.

I was the only one meant to look this way.

I slammed the door behind me shut and walked deeper into the room. My bodyguard and I were the only ones inside the room.

The man was frowning like I did something to piss him off again.

/"Ian, why the look?/" I asked, in a tone that told him that I didn't give a shit.

I tried to pass by him but was stopped by his firm grip on my shoulder.

He pushed me back gently so he could see my face. /"You shouldn't have told them about the injection marks. That wasn't on the script. My boss will be angry if he heard you didn't follow the script he gave you./"

/"It will eventually be on the script./"

/"My boss will be angry./"

I rolled my eyes. /"Then don't tell him./"

The frown on his face tightened even more. /"Don't forget that you're paid handsomely for this. I'm sure you wouldn't want to lose your job./"

I've been working with him for the past one year and he's always been getting on my nerves.

Why was he so full of himself when he was just given a job to follow me everywhere?

Even though I wasn't his real boss, I expected him to show me some respect. At least since I was acting as the boss, he should also give me the same respect he gave his employer.

/"You're just a bodyguard and the boss' bitch at that. Get off my ass!/" I hissed at him and slapped his hand away.

If I was the real CEO of the company, I would have fired this idiot a long time ago. I've never seen someone so devoted to their job like him. The only place that he hadn't followed me yet was the bathroom.

Well, thank God I could shit freely.

/"Don't do it next time,/" he firmly warned.

Yeah right, like he could do anything.

/"The work of a CEO is stressful as fuck. No wonder your boss is paying me to act as him. He obviously doesn't like work,/" I sighed and threw myself on the lounge couch.

His stormy globes glared at me, causing the hairs on my body to stand.

/"Your job is just to act. The boss has done way more than you. Make his image good and you and I won't have a problem./"

Yeah, he really was the boss' bitch.

/"Yeah yeah sure, calm your withering tits. What's this boss of yours like anyway?/"

Never seen the man. The secretary was the one who interviewed me and after that, she gave me this bitching cane Corso puppy.

My bodyguard sauntered to where I was lying down and I peeked at him from under my arm.

/"Someone you wouldn't want to piss off./"