Chapter 9 9

Lunatic Dream fashion line.

Andy had been playing his new video game for 30 minutes on his laptop when he finally failed.

"Argh!" he groaned in frustration and sighed. His other cheap-looking phone that he hardly cared about began to ring.

"As it is said, keep calling and you will be answered. Such a pest!" Andy said unhappily as he picked up the phone. It was Layla, his father's second secretary/bodyguard.

"Hello?"

"Young master!" cried the secretary.

"Speak in human language lady" Andy spoke in an irritated manner.

"The master is sick" said Layla.

"Sick?" Andy rubbed his chin and smiled "Oh, I get it! Just carry that guy home to rest in peace" he flatly said.

"Young master, he's in the hospital"

"Is this another trick of that old man? The last time I fell for his trick, I was bound and locked up for 1 week. Thankfully, I managed to smuggle in a phone," Andy said.

"Young master, it's for real. The chairman might have internal bleeding." said Layla who was trying her best to convince him.

"I know. I get it. What else does that old sack need? Plastic surgery? or probably...let me think...what else did the doctor say?" Andy asked

"He said..." Layla was interrupted.

"Is it menopause? His came really late" Andy continued to speak rubbish.

On the other side of the line, secretary Layla's mouth remained open unable to reply.

"Why does it feel like the young master is praying for his Dad's quick death?" Layla thought.

"Am I wrong, Miss Layla?" Andy asked again.

"Err...master keeps calling out your name. He needs you right now" Layla explained.

"It cant be that he's calling me son of a b*tch, bast*rd, fool, bird-brained, unfilial son, wrong baby, and all that, right?" Andy was unwilling to believe that his father had good intentions for him -Ever!

"No, young master..."

"Miss, If he's very awake, tell him to keep fighting death and wait for me to come. Because of him I failed"

"Failed?" Layla knew he was talking about games again

"More like our young master" Layla thought.

"Fine, I'm coming. Give me 20 minutes" he finally relented.

"Yes, young master" replied Layla.

"Let me warn you, I'm no young master. Just call me Fashion King" Andy said seriously

"Yes, young master..." Layla disobeyed him again.

"You..." the line went off.

"Fine! she even dares to render me hanging"

He pressed a button on a closet which revealed a trap door on the floor. He opened the door and climbed down the stairs that led to his fashion secret room where things he personally designed rested. These were very limited and only a few people could get it. One of them was his best friend.

He spent 5 minutes on changing, another 5 minutes on grooming, 3 on examining and 2 on exiting the shop on a skate board.

He finally ignited the car engine and sped off at breakneck speed while wearing headphones.