Mr Ivan Is A Big shot (1)

"Mr What?" They were totally dumbfounded.

"Mr Ivan, the CEO of....." the man haven't finished speaking before Jace spoke up with a shocked expression.

"How did the CEO ask you to bake a cake?, Didn't you say the CEO of ANOTHER company!" he asked Mr Fred who was whistling with a guilty face....

"Sir!"

"Okay fine, I'll say what happened!," Mr Fred made a quick groan before continuing, "Before I start, I want to let you all know it was really Mr Fred who asked me to bake a cake".

"TRAITOR!!!" Janice screamed making the man who was still standing flinch.

"Why did you do it Mr Fred?," Lydia asked calmly, "Why?".

"Firstly I will say he threatened me, saying if I don't do it, he would cause the greatest rumour that will spread around like wide fire in every media against our bakery!" Mr Fred said ending there.

"What about the..... Secondly?" Jace asked again.

"Oh that... you all will laugh!!!" Mr Fred was actually the only one laughing, but when he saw his employees annoyed face and also the weak face of the man who had been standing there, he sealed shut.

"So?"

"He offered me a huge sum of money, about more than half a million"

"Half a what!"

"Half a million"

"Listen to me all of you," the man who have been standing there said with narrowed eyes, "Mr Ivan is a filthy rich cold tightfisted man, for him to release that much amount... I must say, there is something he likes in your baking!".

"You are correct man who I don't know name" Lydia said prompting the man to speak up.

"My name is Jude, Jude Neville. And I've worked for Mr Ivan for twenty years now!".

Just only the number of years this man just spilled out from his mouth made Janice mentally pass out. This man, Mr Jude Neville knows much about the CEO than any living soul, well not everyone tho.

"Wait a sec, you just said you have worked for the CEO for about twenty years now?," Janice inquired making Mr Jude nod a Yes, "Then how old is the CEO?".

"Please young lady, I'll advise you not to pry into the CEO's personal information, the media don't really know his real age, no one knows.... well except for me and some family relatives, some" Jude smiled when saying that.

"Oh, well My bad" Janice drawled clutching the cloth Mr Jude gave them tightly.

"And I must say you all should quickly wear that, I'll be waiting to lead you all into the mansion. Newbies can get lost easily" Jude said taking out his phone.

"Weren't you in hurry not quite long?" Lydia asked him with a gaze.

"Of course I was"

"Then why are you not....."

"Moving!" Janice helped Lydia out by asking Mr Jude bluntly.

"Well as you can see, I was about to go somewhere..... Then I was trapped by some shocked, confused bakers and their boss!" Mr Jude angrily said.

"We didn't ask you to stay" Jace told him while licking an ice cream.

"WHAT!!!!" Mr Jude eyes twitched in annoyance, not because of what Jace said, well.... some of what Jace said actually added, But because of how he said it.....

Causally, Without any effort nor

Pity..... While licking an ice cream!.

"I'm so sorry Mr Jude, we will go change now" Lydia told the boiling angry man.

Looking for a good place to change into the dressing, Jace entered the good looking spacious left out room which was directed to him by Mr angry Jude, and wore the wonderful looking tuxedo with his hair neatly styled by some experienced hair stylist that were luckily present.

Luck was really on their day.

With quick rush, everyone wore their respective clothes. It was as if they were going to a blasting party. It all turns out it was just a gathering with paparazzi.

"Are you all set!" Mr Jude asked without any further words.

"Yes!" came his reply. And with that.....

Mr Fred, Janice, Jace and Lydia walked towards the mansion like models.

An invisible slow music played making everywhere turn into slow motion, ironically.

Lydia wore a dull red beautiful tube gown, while Lydia wore a black cocktail gown. The males wore tuxedos each and they looked hot each.

"What is wrong with all of you! Is this a joke!" the loud voice of Mr Jude destroyed, exploded, crashed, ruined, wrecked and demolished the act.

"Oh sorry Mr" they adjusted to the walking pattern and this time, they were the worst.

Janice leg shook as she took a step, due to the high heels she wore. She almost fell if not for Lydia's support.

"Who on earth can wear this kind of shoe and walk properly?"

Then, by sheer coincidence....

A woman who wore a night black a-symmetrical gown passed them, with the thinnest heels every seen. And she walked smoothly making Janice jaw drop.

"Or maybe someone can" Mr Jude said walking towards the mansion. After some minutes of learning how to walk with high heels, Janice moved a little smoothly and also with shaking legs too.

"Whoa! Mr Ivan's house is like a paradise!" Lydia exclaimed seeing the gorgeous looking house. Everything was made of gold and silver. The room was decorated in dazzling beautiful diamonds, it was like paradise on earth Beautiful, Beautiful paradise.

Top men and ladies were present in the wide open hall, and pride screamed out their name.

"Wait, you think this is Mr Ivan's house!" Jude asked waiting for her reply.

"Yes?"

"hahahahahaahha" followed next, Mr Jude was laughing so hard, tears fell from his eyes.

"what's so funny?"

"You thinking this mansion is the CEO's house!, You not knowing that the CEO have built almost millions of Mansions!, You saying this small house is where the CEO lives".

"So this beautiful paradise isn't the CEO's house?" Mr Fred was totally confused. Why would someone build almost a million Mansions when all of them are wonderfully great and just use them for parties, gatherings or just letting them waste without use?, why should someone waste money like that?.

"My good man and lady, No!. This is not the CEO's house, No one has ever stepped his/her legs into the mansion without being fully mesmerized or even coming out alive," he coughed in-between saying the last three words making Lydia look at him suspiciously.

"Anyways," he continued, "The CEO is one rich man".