Chapter 2 002.

Carlo Morris.

My father stepped into my office with two of his escorts emerging suite, he had phoned me two days ago that I go check out the new school we just got.

He's been my only mentor over the years and I regard everything he does, he sat down and told his escorts to excuse us while we talked over some crucial things.

"Dad." I called and he gaped at me with those familiar eyes, sometimes people mistook us for brothers, even in his late fifties he still looked very young and handsome, tall that any young girl wouldn't mind to make him theirs, peeks of white tendrils fell across his face. "I've seen pictures of the school and they're very nice but what's our main aim of acquiring the place?" I asked, that was the first time we got a school and I'm still not sure why he made that compulsory.

"I've always dreamt of having a school but didn't get to build one in all my years of working, and now that I finally get the opportunity to have one. I must use it well." He said to me, but I didn't trust him totally. I believed there was something more to it, I know about the Morgan having shares in the school and he always want to be a part of whatever they did. After he bought the school, everyone who had a share in the project work of the school got back their shares to reinvest it somewhere else. Why do I feel it's a competition? I wasn't interested in schools, my main concern ever since I mounted the office as the new CEO, I've been on and up doing what I love doing best -that was running the textile industry my father started the best way I could, I have built more warehouses over the years and my recent project was starting the fashion business I've always wanted to do, my show has been launched and lots of models have applied to be on the runway - even though some of them were interested in me.

My father own one of the biggest textile industries in London, his real estate agencies progressed more than anyone else who was involved in the business -he's trained me to be just like him and even better and following his footsteps is something I won't ever regret doing.

"Why Princeguide high of all schools?" I asked and he glared at me - I got the signal, he took his time to teach me the eye language when I was younger, he had told me people were not meant to be trusted and that sometimes, when they lie to us. We should be able to infer by staring at them or taking notes of their gestures.

Though, I was little but I agreed to what he said.

And I've been doing just that ever since.

"Have you met with Bitsy recently?" He looked at me.

Bitsy was the only daughter of the Morgans - my father's competitors in business. He had made sure he talked me into getting married to her, I've opposed him a lot of times but he always made me know that his decision mattered more than mine when it came to his business.

"No." I replied nonchalantly, he should know by now that I'm not interested in getting married to Bitsy, what I admired about her was her professional skills -she handled whatever was brought to her table with professionalism and I learnt from her.

"Why no?" He seemed angry from how raspy his voice sounded. "You should get close to her, there are other men out there who wants her. Do you want them to take her away from you?" He glared at me again with those hawk like but cute eyes, my father had gone through so much pains in the past before he worked off his ass to become a successful man.

"I'll make up with something." I scratched my head searching for a perfect lie to tell him.

"You should and make sure she doesn't slip out of your hands, we need her." He said in an authoritative voice, sometimes I get tired of how he scolds me like I'm still a kid, he should understand I'm twenty six and grown up, old enough to make my own decisions which won't even be detrimental to anyone but he wouldn't let me.

"I'll do that, dad." I submitted to his will, like I've always done. "Did you see the latest news that was published yesterday? I grabbed some newspaper on my way to the office and I was really..."

"Is it about Eleanor?" He interrupted me, the hurts were still in his eyes whenever he mentioned her name.

"Did I do a wrong thing by mentioning her?" I asked, his bored expression made me bothered. My father was not the one to get sad over something but even after these years, it still hurt that my mother left him to be with a richer man and that was he beginning of his struggle. After she left without me, he strove to be greater and better and he did attain that height of success.

They've met in several business dinners when she attended with her husband - Mark Hardy, he owned the biggest fashion industry in London, the name of his company was Hardy's fashion and it was known far and wide. I ventured into that aspect of business not because I wanted to be a competitor but that had always been my passion since I was a kid.

I drew a lot, and it was my dream to bring all my designs into reality.

My father had talked me into studying Economics in school even after knowing I had the great thirst to be a fashion king.

I don't regret the choice he made me make.

"No, son. I'm over her." It was obvious he lied about that. "She can choose to be with whomever she wants to be with." He said. "I have you and that's just enough for me."

"Dad, there are some designs I'd like to bring into our textile..." One of his escorts barged into the office with his phone in his hand.

"I'm sorry but it's an important call." Ted, the strongest of the escorts stood in front of my father and flexed his muscles, he was giant and muscular. Sometimes, I wondered where and how he got that body, I trained so hard but my biceps weren't up to half of his and I just feel I can't be like him no matter how hard I try. Truth is, I didn't need those big muscles, the small bicep I was able to build over the years still drove the girls crazy whenever they saw my bare body, they yearned for more and can't always control themselves.

"I have to go now." My father said once he dropped the call. "Our new goods just arrived, I need to see them before Morgan send his men over to clear it."

"You still haven't told me what those goods are about." I queried him.

"Let the elders deal with what concerns them and the young ones deal with what concerns them." He said in parables and rose from the chair. I know he was keeping something from me and I won't force him to let it out. "I'll see you some other time." he left with his escort and waned my request of seeing off him to the garage.

After my father left, I got back to what I was checking out on the laptop in front of me.

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