Mr. CEO Secretary

Chapter 1

This is only a fictional story. Don't take it seriously. Characters and places are fictional.*

Hi, I'm Shenel. I'm 19 years old, and I have a wild brother named Ace. He is 22 years old, so there's a 3-year gap between us.

S - Shenel A - Ac

Shenel's POV:

I woke up because of the noise from my alarm, so I immediately got up and did my morning routine. Later.

I'm done with my morning routine, so I decided to go downstairs. When I got down, I saw mom cooking, and she was almost finished, so she told me to call my brother and dad. I followed mom's orders.

Forward.

We finished eating, and it seemed like mom was whispering something to dad. They told my brother and me that they were going to Japan for their business and would stay there for two months. They were leaving tonight, so my brother and I just nodded since there was nothing we could do about it.

Fast Forward.

It's time for mom and dad to leave, so my brother and I took them to the airport. After a while, we arrived and said goodbye to our parents, then went home. We were on our way home, but we stopped at the nearest restaurant near the airport because my brother and I hadn't had dinner yet.

Forward.

We were done eating, and my brother paid the bill for our meal, then we went home.

We arrived home, and I went straight to my room to sleep,

Kluen Walter

It's late, and I've been bored inside this meeting room for a while now, spinning my pen between my fingers.

"Mr. Walter," I snapped back to reality as the boss called my name, and I realized everyone was looking at me.

"Huh?" I managed to say, placing the pen I had been playing with on the table.

"Any suggestions?" the boss asked with a raised eyebrow.

"U-uh, nothing," I replied, sitting up straight and composing myself.

Gosh, I was spacing out.

"Are you sure, Mr.?" I turned to the speaker and smiled when I saw who it was.

"I'm sure, Mr. Dominggo," I said with a grin. This old man probably thought I didn't recognize him.

He smirked and winked at me. Meet Mr. Mon Dominggo, a business partner of Mr. Phayu and one of the business tycoons. But he's not just any tycoon; he's also a leader of a gang called DHS GANG, which stands for Drugs, Hot Sex. This gang he leads is involved in illegal activities. Do you want to know why? They traffic women, kidnapping them and selling them overseas to become mafia wives. They also smuggle drugs into the Philippines. No one knows about the dark side behind Mr. Dominggo's respectable facade. He maintains a good public image and is looked up to as a role model. Who would have thought that behind that mask lies all his dirt?

"Goodbye, Mr." Mr. Dominggo said as he patted my shoulder. This old man is tempting me to hit him.

I just looked at him emotionlessly and didn't reply.

"You can go home now," the boss said, and I turned to see we were the only ones left in the meeting room.

I just nodded and left the meeting room.

I stopped for a moment and sighed.

"At last! It's over!" I said cheerfully, removing my ID. I was about to walk when my phone rang. I leaned against the wall and answered the call.

"Hello."

"Hi, Kluen, we're all here at the bar."

"I'm coming," I said boredly and hung up. I would head home to my condo first to change.

I walked to the elevator. A few minutes later, the elevator opened, and I went straight to the parking lot, opened my car, and drove off.

FAST FORWARD

I'm now at my condo. I washed my face and changed clothes. I took off the suit I was wearing and was now just in my briefs.

I put on a black tank top and paired it with black pants, grabbed the keys to my big bike, and took my black leather jacket hanging behind my door.

I quickly walked out of my condo and headed straight to where my big bike was parked.

"I missed you, baby," I said to my big bike, as I hadn't used it for quite a while. My big bike is black. I like black.

I revved my big bike quickly out of the parking lot

KLUEN'S POV

As soon as I stepped inside the bar, I was immediately greeted by the smoky and noisy corner.

"Welcome back, Mr. Kluen!" Ynzo greeted me. Meet Ynzo Haxcinto, 19 years old. He's the bartender here at the bar.

"Where are they?" I asked him.

"Same spot," he replied with a smile. I nodded and took the drinks he had prepared.

I drank it first and then saw my friends waving at me.

"What's up, Kluen, we miss you!" Nawin said as I approached them. Nawin Katsumuto is the only child of the yakuza, Mr. Hashiro Katsumuto, 19 years old. He is one of my best friends.

I gave Nawin a cheek kiss and sat down next to him.

"Your bar has changed a lot, Kluen," Tinn remarked as I sat down. Tinn Rendall, 20 years old, is the second child of Mr. Arm Rendall. Arm Rendall is third in the mafia rankings.

"I had it renovated. I don't want my property to get dirty," I said and gulped down another glass of liquor.

I own this bar, only influential people know about this place. Kazuma bar is in a hidden location. From the outside, it looks like an old, ruined market stall.

Everyone who comes to Kazuma bar has their own secrets that have long been kept hidden. It just depends on who will reveal theirs first.

"I thought you were complete? Why are there only three of you here? Where are the other two?" I asked them curiously. They looked at each other and then back at me.

"Same old," they said in unison. I just nodded and refilled my glass because it was already empty.

I scanned the entire bar and noticed three men dragging a woman.

I shook my head, took another sip of my drink, and then stood up.

"Where are you going?" Ynzo asked curiously as he approached our spot with a tray of drinks.

"Did you change the rules?" I asked Ynzo while slowly taking off my leather jacket. I draped it over Ynzo's shoulder.

"No, but some people aren't following the rules," he replied.

"Who?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow.

"Mr. Domingo's men," he said briefly. Ah, Mr. Domingo again.

To Be Continued...

Chapter 2

I smirked and headed towards the three men I saw earlier dragging a girl.

"Hey boys," I called out to them, and the girl looked at me well ? This girl is so young. How did she get into my bar? Minors are not allowed in Kazuma's bar. this is insane. So many rules are being broken; it's probably time to clean up the mess.

"Hi, Mr., care to come with us?" said an older man with a grin. He really is one of Mr. Domingo's men.

"Sure."

"Come," I said, and walked to the back of the bar. It's cleaning time.

The three of them followed me, still holding the girl.

"Hi guys," Ynzo and Nawin greeted simultaneously.

The three men turned around, surprise evident on their faces.

"Come with me," I whispered to the young girl and pulled her away.

Ynzo and Nawin will take care of those men.

I took her outside the bar.

"How old are you?" I asked her. She looked up at me because she was very small, only up to my waist. And now I noticed that she had bruises on her face.

She stepped back, and I could see the fear in her eyes.

"Hey, don't be afraid, okay?" I ruffled her hair, and she nodded at me.

"I-I'm 16 years old," she said shyly.

WTF?? 16 years old?? How come? How did this kid get into my bar?? I rubbed my face and tried to calm myself.

"Why are you here?" I asked her in confusion.

"Because I need to," she bowed her head and clutched her plushie tightly.

"Why??"

"To save my sister. I need to go with them."

"They said they know where my sister is," she continued to bow her head.

Curiosity was killing me right now, WTF.

"What happened to your sister?"

"They took my sister."

"Tell me, how did you get into this bar? Who are you with?" I asked her again.

I know she couldn't have entered just like that if she wasn't with someone.

"The old man who took my sister. My sister and I were brought here together, but they separated us."

"They brought my sister to the other room."

I didn't speak, just listened to her.

Old man?? Could it be Mr. Domingo?

"Where are your parents?"

"Mom and Dad are gone," her voice was filled with sorrow.

I knelt down to her level and hugged her, rubbing her back gently.

"Shhhh, stop crying."

"Please, save my sister!" she whispered to me.

I was torn. I didn't know if I should help this kid or not. What should I do?

KLUEN'S POV

"What's your plan?" Ynzo asked me while looking at the girl I was talking to earlier.

She's sitting on the sofa, playing with a small plushie.

We're currently in the VIP room of the bar. Ynzo and Nawin are seated on the sofa while I lean against the wall with my arms crossed.

"I don't know," I answered curtly.

"By the way, I have something to tell you," Ynzo said seriously.

"When we were renovating the bar, Mr. Domingo's men would come here every night to build a secret room inside Kazuma," he explained.

"And then?"

"They bring the women they kidnap there, abuse them in the secret room, and drug them before trafficking them to other countries."

"And also, they don't just take women. They're also taking men. Remember Azrael?" he asked hesitantly. I nodded because I know Azrael. Azrael Forte is my ex-best friend.

"We found his dead body," Tinn interrupted as he just entered the room.

I almost froze when I heard what Tinn said?

"We didn't find his body. It was sent outside your bar," Ynzo said.

I haven't been in my territory for a short while and so much has happened.

I almost collapsed as I walked towards the sofa.

"Are you okay, Kluen?" Nawin asked worriedly. I grabbed his arm for support because I was feeling weak from what I had just learned. I felt like a wilted vegetable.

No way, Azrael can't be dead. We haven't made up yet! We fought because of a misunderstanding, but even so, I still love him because they are all I have.

"Did you report to the police?" I asked them.

"Yes, we did. But the police didn't take any action," Ynzo replied.

"I think influential people are behind Azrael's death," Nawin said, making me look at him.

"What do you mean?" Tinn asked in confusion.

"The police didn't take any action because the people behind Azrael's death are powerful individuals who can run everything with their immense wealth," I said as I composed myself and put on the leather jacket that was on the sofa.

I think Mr. Domingo is involved in this.

"Where is that old man's secret room?" I asked Ynzo.

"Underground," he replied.

I was about to leave the VIP room when he stopped me.

"It's too dangerous, sit down," Ynzo said and pulled me to sit.

"But-" I didn't finish what I was saying when he turned on the flatscreen TV, showing the inside of the secret room.

"I installed a CCTV in a hidden corner of their secret room," Ynzo said.

"Sister!" shouted the child I talked to earlier outside the bar.

"Where's your sister?" I asked him.

"There!" he pointed to the TV where we could see what was happening inside the secret room.

"Sister," he approached the TV and pointed to the woman lying on the bed. She seemed out of it, and I guessed she was high. Next to her was Senator Clifford Villanueva. He was cutting up some foil, folding it into small pieces, then placing shabu on it before taking a hit.

There were five women in the secret room, and the sixth was the woman lying naked and unconscious. On the sofa sat Mr. Domingo with two mayors, the two mayors in bathrobes while Mr. Domingo was naked. WTF, this old man, doesn't he have any shame flaunting his small penis like that?

"I hope you realize there's a child here," Tinn said. I glanced at him and saw that he had covered the child's eyes with his hand.

"What's your plan?" Ynzo asked.

"Revenge," the three of us-Nawin, Tinn, and I-answered in unison.

"Revenge," Kawi, who had just arrived with Red and Hiro, chimed in.

Meet Kawi Perez, 21 years old. He's one of the business tycoons and ranks sixth in the mafia.

Red Arcanghel, 19 years old, and a police officer.

"This old man really hasn't changed," Red commented when he saw Senator Clifford on the TV screen.

"What the! Is that Mr. Domingo?" Hiro asked, laughing while covering his mouth. We nodded in response.

"No offense, bro, but I think I'm carrying more inches than him. Look, his cock is so small, WTF HAHAHAHA," he laughed heartily.

Meet Hiro Thanakorn, 21 years old, a famous doctor in Thailand, and the brother of Sir Phayu.

There are ten of us friends; we've been best

To Be Continued..

Chapter 3

We're sitting face to face on the sofa now, with Sin Ynzo beside me, Hiro in red and Hiro in front of us, along with Tinn and Kawi.

"I came back to the Philippines when I heard what happened to Azrael," he said seriously, taking a drag of his cigarette.

I fidgeted with the glass in my hand.

"They killed Azrael and raped her, then they also stepped on my territory. How dare them!

"Ynzo, make new rules," I said to Ynzo, and he nodded at me.

"This time, let's play a dirty trick," I grinned and drank the alcohol I was swirling in the glass earlier.

"Include in the rules that killing inside the bar is allowed, but they have to clean up their mess before morning comes, because if not... life for a life," I said seriously.

"About Azrael... Hiro, you autopsy her body," he nodded in response.

"And I'll handle Azrael's case," Red interjected, it's better if he handles Azrael's case because I don't trust other police officers.

"How's your life, Kluen? Are you still in your brother's company?" Hiro asked, knowing that I work as his brother's secretary. Sir Phayu doesn't know that his brother is my best friend.

"Yes," I answered shortly.

"It will be a long process when we start digging into Azrael's case, and we also know that influential people will be our enemies, and anytime, someone could die," Red is right.

I got his point, senators, mayors, business tycoons will be our enemies. And monsters because those people are not just ordinary people, they're a mafia.

"Kluen, do me a favor," Hiro turned to me.

"Protect my brother at all costs," even though I'm

KLUEN'S POV

KRING KRING

"Hmmm." I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock, slowly opening my eyes and stretching my body.

Arghhh! My head hurts. We must have had too much to drink last night. Thankfully, I didn't get into an accident when I drove my big bike back to my condo.

I sat up in bed, leaning against the headboard, and reached for my cellphone. I nearly jumped out of bed when I saw the time on my phone. Fuck, it's already 08:35, I'm late again.

I quickly got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. I hurriedly brushed my teeth and turned on the shower.

After a few moments, I finished showering, went straight to my closet, and grabbed my white tank top and black suit. I have a lot of black suits. Like I said, I like black.

Once dressed, I faced the mirror and put on my black pants. I fixed my hair and grabbed my ID hanging near the mirror.

I was about to leave my condo when I realized I forgot the keys to my car.

"Fuck! Fuck!" I cursed. I'm really late now.

I got into the elevator and hurriedly ran to the parking lot where my car was parked.

FAST FORWARD

I'm now in the company parking lot, taking a deep breath and unbuckling my seatbelt before getting out of the car.

I walked towards our office, feeling really annoyed.

I peeked through the door before reaching our office.

"Ouch!" I complained as someone bumped into me. I was about to punch them.

"Oh, what? You're late, and you're still going to punch someone?" Marie retorted.

I smiled at her and withdrew my hand. That was close.

"Sorry, hehe," I apologized to her and even did a cool sign.

"Ugh, Kluen, just go see sir!" I breathed a sigh of relief as she walked away. Sir is calling for me? Why? I didn't do anything.

I entered our office and placed my bag on my desk before walking towards sir's office. What does he need now?

I didn't hesitate to enter his office; it was already open.

My eyes widened when I saw who was inside-Hiro.

"Finally, you're already here!" sir said coldly.

And there's that , guess who? Who else but the old fart, Mr. Dominggo. Hiro's here too, along with three other guys. I know them; they're sir's friends, but I don't know their names.

"Take a seat, Mr. Walter," I followed sir's instructions and sat next to him. Yes, next to him. Only because there was a vacant seat next to him.

"Shall we continue?" Mr. Dominggo asked, and sir just nodded in response.

"I will renovate my bar, and if you want to buy it, we can turn it into a casino," Mr. Dominggo said with a smile. Since when does this old guy have a bar?

Hiro and I exchanged glances.

"Can I see the bar?" sir asked.

"Of course, here," he handed the iPad to sir, which had pictures of. Kazuma Bar?

"Kazuma Bar," sir said as he looked at the photos on the iPad.

Since when did he own Kazuma Bar?

"Wow! I can't believe you're the owner of Kazuma!" Hiro couldn't believe it either. I know Hiro, and I can tell he's annoyed too.

"Of course!" Mr. Dominggo replied proudly.

"Surprising. Because as far as I know, no one knows who owns Kazuma Bar. And besides, it's in a hidden location," Hiro said sarcastically, glaring at Mr. Dominggo while sir and his friend just watched the two of them.

Mr. Dominggo looked surprised.

"You're the owner of Kazuma?" Mr. Dominggo's gaze shifted to me, and I really wanted to punch this old man's face.

"Why does it seem like a big deal to you and Hiro that Mr. Dominggo owns that bar?" one of sir Phayu's friends asked Hiro and me.

"It's not just seem, it is a big deal for us," Hiro replied annoyed.

"Hiro!" sir Phayu called.

"Why? Why is it a big deal to you two that I own Kazuma?" Mr. Dominggo pretended to be surprised, although his voice betrayed his nervousness.

"Nothing, since you're the owner of Kazuma... I have something to ask you," I said with a grin.

"What is it?" he asked, staring at me, tension building in the office.

At this moment, my anger boiled because of what they did to Azrael.

"Do you know Azrael? I heard he's one of the co-owners of Kazuma Bar, but... he died."

"Oh no! He was ," I emphasized, grinning and staring him down. He paled and quickly avoided eye contact.

My suspicions were right; he had something to do with Azrael's murder.

"Do you know Azrael? I heard he was one of the co-owners of Kazuma Bar, but... he died."

"Oh no! He was murdered," Kluen said with a smirk, quickly averting his gaze.

I don't believe Mr. Dominggo owns Kazuma Bar. It's been around for a long time, but the owner has never shown themselves. Even I investigated and tried to find the owner, but I was unsuccessful because their identity is too well-hidden. I want to know who that person is.

"I don't know, I-I don't have a co-owner!" Mr. Dominggo stuttered nervously.

"Liar!" Hiro's voice betrayed his annoyance and anger. What's happening between him and Kluen?

"You had a secret room installed underground in Kazuma Bar, and now you're claiming ownership and saying you're the owner? In front of the actual owner and co-owner? Seriously?" Hiro yelled in anger.

What? In front of the owner? What does Hiro mean?

"W-what do you mean?" Mr. Dominggo asked, sweating profusely.

"Hiro," I heard Kluen whispering Hiro's name. Do they know each other?

"Do you want to meet the real owner and co-owner of Kazuma Bar?!"

"E-excuse me, I have a meeting," Mr. Dominggo hastily left my office.

" Hiro exclaimed in frustration.

Kluen stood up and approached him.

"Calm down, Hiro," he said, trying to soothe him.

What's really going on with them?

My friends and I exchanged glances, equally surprised by Hiro's statement. I know Azrael; he's my sibling's best friend.

"Do you mean, Azrael Forte?" Alex asked in astonishment. Meet Alex Forte, 24 years old, ranked seventh in the mafia hierarchy.

"How did you know him?" Kluen asked.

Alex stood up from his seat and introduced himself.

"I'm Alex Forte," he said to Hiro and Kluen, widening their eyes in shock.

"Forte? What's your connection to Azrael?" Hiro asked, still stunned.

"Azrael is my little brother."

" Hiro and Kluen exclaimed simultaneously.

"Yes, and I also know he's one of the co-owners of Kazuma," Alex said casually.

"I even talked to Alex before he was hit," Alex added.

" Kluen asked incredulously.

"Wtf dude! Wake up! Azrael wasn't hit! He was intentionally killed! He was murdered!" Hiro stood up, almost knocking over Alex. I could see the sadness and anger in my brother's eyes.

"Hiro, calm down," I tried to calm him.

"You're a mafia, but you don't know what really happened to your brother!" Kluen retorted.

"I don't know exactly what happened," Alex said with a shaky

To Be Continued...