Solving problems

"W-What for?" She asked nervously, again assessing me as a certified manhore. It wasn't her fault though always think of me as a manhore. I was the one who made this image of me in front of the world to hide a miserable boy who had no one in his life.

I was about to tell her that I just wanted a company today since today was the day when my parents died. Besides, It would be good opportunity to know her. However, it seemed like fate wasn't with me as my phone rang and I had to come up with a lie that I was joking with which she immediately approved and then I dismissed her.

Once she walked away I picked up the call, "Hey man, I almost began assuming that you're dead."

"Shut up, Vincenzo." My best buddy Alaric McCoy, CEO of McCoy industries voiced. "I-I want to talk to you." The moment he stuttered I knew something was wrong, very very wrong. The Alaric McCoy, an idol for every single guy in our country—except for me,

Who was an epitome of a perfect businessman to a perfect son...stuttered.

"Is everything okay?" I asked concerned.

"Nothing is okay." He replied, "I want to meet you....as a friend like we used to do."

"O...Kay." Something is really bothering him. "Tonight then....at my place."

"Fine." With that he hung up the call.

*******

When I got home I showered and slipped into a comfortable attire black trouser and a grey shirt. I picked up Alaric's favourite wine and settled it on the counter with ice and two glasses. Memories flew back of the days when we used to hangout together and having uncountable drinks until we passed out on the counter.

"Leo, Mr. McCoy is here. Do you want me to let him in?" Iris voiced.

"Yes, Iris."

After a moment, Alaric entered, and made his way towards me. His jet black hair that had been managed to look perfect every time wasn't perfect anymore as they were falling over his head and covering half of his dark brown eyes.

"What happened?" I asked worriedly taking a hold of his appearance once he seated himself next to me.

He was quiet as he poured himself some wine before gulping the whole content in one go and pouring next one, "She's quitting." He finally said and sounded as if he was confused.

"Who?" I asked, pouring some wine into my glass.

"Josephine." I saw his jaw clenched as he had his second glass and the next one was in the queue.

I remembered who Josephine was. His secretary —a cute and perfect one. Apparently, She was sincere and ardent for her job. Perfect for Alaric's perfect ass. Then what made her quitting all of a sudden.

"Do you have any idea why she's quitting her job?"

"She hasn't given me any appropriate reason yet besides—." He let out an humourless chuckle. "What an irony—She works for me for almost five years, emerges out as a perfect employee and then she gives me a lame excuse that She doesn't want to spend her whole life as single and grow old with chopping my toast accurately into 3cm pieces."

"O..kay." I hadn't have anything to say but tell him to let her go because it was her own decision. "She's probably gotten tired with your perfect ass."

"She should be grateful for my hospitality that I turned her into a fine and incomparable woman." He said proudly.

"I think this time you pushed her too hard man, that's why she's quitting." I reasoned out. "She's a human too, wants to live her life and have kids with a guy. You can't stop her from quitting."

"Are you sure?" He asked raising a brow.

"About What?"

A smirk found its way on his lips, "That I can't stop her from quitting."

Hmm..seems like Alaric McCoy just stepped in a game.

"Well, this is gonna be interesting as hell."