Chapter 3 No One Will Understand

Sweating, he turn off his treadmill. He is wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. Since the cemetery scene happened, he's been fucking-ly curious about that petite woman.

His phone placed on the coffee table rung, a call from Ron. He plopped his white towel at his shoulders before answering the call. He push the green button and put it on loudspeaker.

"A fucking morning, Ron, what?" He walks toward his mini fridge and grab his tumbler.

"Moron, I waited for you yesterday night at the bar. Where have you've been?! I thought you were just having a hot night with a woman you randomly grab on? Man, my girlfriend was so upset when she knew about me being in that club! Thankfully, she is very understanding," he heard Ron sighs.

His forehead creased. "Will you stop putting your girlfriend here? Alright, I forgot to text you."

"No sorry? Bitter man," Ron laughs on the other line.

"Fuck you, Ron,"

"You are super welcome,"

He sighed. He put back his tumbler on the fridge and begun wiping his sweat on his back and chest. "Why did you even call at this hour?" He looked at the wall clock. "Five thirty am?"

"I see you haven't heard the news. Why don't you just open your flat screen TV and watch?"

With his knotted brows, he grab his phone and walk towards his office. He opened is Ipad. He uses it whenever he is watching news or reading articles.

He put down his phone on the table. "What now?"

"You opened your TV? I can't hear anything,"

"My Ipad," he simply replied. He heard Ron sighing on the other line. "What now?"

"You stubborn man. Search for the new trending article, You brother came back,"

He rolled his eyes and begun encoding their cursed surname. Croxxveil.

Ron went on. "He is staying somewhere place I forgot. It is all over the news. He even had an interview, I thought your father would tell it so..."

"Got it,"

"Hey-"

He hung up the phone. Not later than a minute he received a text.

From Ron: You are fucking welcome, my best friend. I'm so blessed. I love you :(

He grinned, before flipping phone. He didn't know why he is friends with this weird guy. He continued searching for his brother's fucking latest news. He clicked on the article, put his fist on his mouth and read the text.

'Xavier Kalixo Croxxveil, the eldest of Viocardo Croxxveil, and the number one successful CEO of one of the TOP leading company. Announced that he will take over his father's company as soon as Viocardio took on his retirement.'

'Xavier Kalixo Croxxveil, the eldest. Leading number one, came back after five years of staying with his girlfriend at Philippines.'

'Kalixo, wants to meet his beloved younger brother. He said he has a surprise form him.'

'Surprise is revealed. He will help his younger brother to his company by trying to take over one of his company. The taking over will be discussed soon.'

"Fuck..." he cursed.

He put down his Ipad before he tossed it somewhere to release his anger and punch his table. Slowly, he released the grip of his hand and breathes slowly. He shut his eyes and take a slow inhale exhales, his nerves needs to calm down. He needs to control his anger or his anger will take over his soul.

He stood and went for his morning routines.

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He got out of his car.

Wearing his black suit, shades, shining leather shoes, and his black wrist watch (hiding the tulips tattoo). Formal, yet he shouts for a bad boy style.

His staffs immediately bowed their heads and greeted him 'morning' he hates 'good morning'. His staffs knew that.

Staffs are afraid of him. They know how he cannot control his temper sometimes.

He walks like king, he owns the hallway. He sits like a king, somehow screams like his throne. His presence is something both admiring and intimidating. His serious face haven't seen smiling towards other people. No one. Once, someone jokes on him, but only made the atmosphere more colder.

He enters on the meeting room. As the other staffs saw him, they immediately fixed on their seats. The hot aura and tension begins.

"Everyone is here?" he asked as he seats on his throne. "Start," he removed his sunglasses and hang it on his suit's left pocket located on his chest.

Staffs started to exchange sights. Others became restless on their seats. One stood up and cleared his throat. He started his report smoothly. Xavier watched him intently, observing and listening to every words he is saying. Ticking his finger on the table as a sign he is analyzing the report.

"H-However, our..." he cleared his throat again, "our... sales dropped twelve percent-"

"Dropped?" he stopped ticking his finger. "Dropped twelve percent?!"

"Y-Yes, sir. I'm afraid that we need to change another strategies-"

He took out the paper on the folder and read thoroughly.

"A-Another strategy on selling-"

"So someone failed on his duty," Xavier stated. He eyed sharply to the one who is wearing thick glasses. A woman younger three years than him.

"I'm sorry, sir. I-It's t-twelve percent, I can assure you, sir, I-I can get it bac-"

"I shouldn't have let you took a leave,"

"B-But, sir, it's my mother's birthday, and my sister's death anniver-"

Xavier throw the papers harshly he is holding. It all scattered on the floor. "How can we achieve being the top with this lack of responsibility?!! Do your jobs properly!! All of you!! I pay you high so use your brains appropriately! This is important to me, be thankful enough I don't fire you! Your skills are important to my company, but that is not a reason for you to slack off!"

No one tries to speak.

No has the courage to.

Everyone is afraid.

He inhaled to calm his nerves. "Make sure to work this thing out. Meeting dismissed, I still have works to do,"

Xavier stood and went to his office. They should not have any dropped of sales. His brother is getting all the way to the top, but he is getting all his way to his considered rock bottom. He doesn't want to be on the rock bottom...again. Never, ever!

He sighed as he seats on his swivel chair. He still a lot of paper works to finish. He moved fast as he could. Taking his time reading paper materials and encoding, seriously taking his time to focus. His knotted brows much more creased when his secretary enters without a knock. He felt his blood boils immediately with that rude manner.

Before he could speak up, his secretary plopped an envelope, written with 'resignation'.

"You can't, secretary Kim." He immediately said.

"I needed to, for my mental health,"

His eyes became sharp. "Would you perhaps elaborate your reason?" Tone if his voice has a hint of anger issues.

"I've b-been diagnosed with d-depression, sir, due to my p-personal experiences. And I'm severely s-stressed here in your c-company. I've been waiting for you b-brother to comeback, he offered me a g-good position,"

"So you are betraying me, huh?!"

His secretary shook her head. "No, sir. I'm j-just...tired," she sighed. "I'm going to apply to your brother, that's final. G-Goodbye, sir,"

His secretary went off and leaved him like he deserved to be leaved by everyone. He can't believe how his secretary made him look like he is the most stressors of all. He grab the envelope and put it on his desk's drawer.

He sighed to calm his body system before continuing his work.

"Yeah...No one will understand..." he whispered.