LUKE'S POV

"I asked you a question, Bart," I say, wondering what it could be. Was he taking drugs?

He gives a wide smile, "Nothing serious, sir." He replies, but I don't believe him. Naturally, Bart gave off an awkward vibe and his personality was negative. He always tried to play the good guy but any wise person could see through it. I don't believe him.

"I don't want you doing drugs or anything illegal in my home for that matter so get rid of whatever the hell it is you're on." I continue, "I need you to arrange a bouquet, a very huge bouquet of all the freshest flowers available and send them to my wife before noon, okay?" He nods.

He looks agitated and sweaty but I ignore it and leave. I had a long and interesting day ahead.

**

"Good morning, Mr. Carrington" A female staff says to me as I walk the grounds of Carrington Enterprises. I do not acknowledge her greeting, instead I keep on walking with my entourage behind me.

"Good morning, Mr. Carrington" a few other voices echo as I walk around past. I ignore and continue to walk sharply to my personal elevator.

almost immediately. "Your coffee" the voice says and I turn to look.

elevator. My entourage stays behind. I take a sip of my coffee as I enter the elevator. Alex, my ever faithful and always efficient

Carrington" Jordan, the receptionist says. I acknowledge her with a nod. Apart from Alex, Jordan was the only female staff

place my briefcase on the glass table and I hang my jacket over the coat rack. Taking my seat, I access the files on my desk. Associates with Caplan Limited, Merger with Devan Textiles, Copper Industries Board Shares and most importantly, the one that makes me grind my teeth in

to different causes to keep her name high up in the ranks of the elite. All I had to do was replace a supposed bidding agreement with transfer documents and in the blink of an eye, she had unknowingly signed off their fortune to me. It was illegal, but there was no

her to do. I look at my wristwatch; it was a minute after twelve. I call

something already?" I ask. She doesn't

I'm asking you a

lady isn't in the manor. We

This girl wasn't

there was any clue. My

walk to her dressing table and I see her ring. She didn't take the ring. Simultaneously, a wave of calmness and anger hit me. I was angered because she had blatantly refused my ring, and again, calm, because if she didn't take the ring it meant she was atleast not a greedy person like her entire family was. The ring was about £47 million. It was an Oppenheimer blue

wasn't right- I had the hunch. I pick my cell from my jacket and place a

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