As soon as Duke parked the car in front of the mansion, a man in black suit came and opened the door for me. "Thank you" I beamed at the man.
"You are welcome, mam" he said and shut the door the moment I alighted the car.
Just then, a maid appeared and politely asked if I was Laura. "Yeah" I replied while looking around the house, it was really big. The Walters family must have spent fortune in erecting such a gigantic domicile.
"Follow me please, mam" The maid pulled me out of my trance with her utterance and began heading towards the entrance of the mansion.
"Okay" I said in acknowledgement and trailed her.
When we arrived at the entrance a security guard stopped me. For a second I thought I did something wrong, but then he ran his hand held metal detector on my body while the maid waited patiently for me.
When he was done, he cleared me and finally allowed me to enter. That was great, though I wasn't expecting the whole thing. I didn't even notice the metal detector in his hand in the first place.
Just as I stepped into the mansion, my jaw dropped in amazement. What the f*ck! I nearly say that out but I was too quick to draw the words back.
The interior of the mansion really amazed me. There was a large central hallway that served as the main traffic route and the entrance to the contiguous rooms.
The hallway led to a large, wide stairway that served as the primary means of outgang from the house's entertainment area to the private rooms on the second floor.
"Careful, mam!" The maid said as we took the stairs, "The young master is in his chamber at the second floor" she apprised me, giving me a light smile.
Young master? Was that another name for Frank? Well, I needed nobody to clearify me on that. It obviously was.
"Okay" I gulped, anxious to see him. At the same time, novice. I was novice because we had only known each other for a day, what if I was wrong about him? What if he wasn't the good guy he appeared to be?
My thought was interrupted by the sudden appearance of Frank in a black Tiffany suit, he was looking absolutely great in his dressing. He stood majestically at the end of the stairway, smiling like a prince in shining armor. His smile was something to write home about.
"Laura," he called my name before gesturing to the maid to leave. The middle aged woman took her bow and left. "welcome to my humble abode" he added.
"Thank you, it's really amazing. I mean, the whole house" I said.
"Not just the mansion?" he smirked.
"Yeah, not just the mansion. But I love the mansion more, especially the interior. Everything is just perfect, I really love it" I ran my mouth while looking around the second floor. So much luxury.
"It's nothing compared to the estate I am building in Vinewood" he said as I snapped at him,
"Vinewood?" I wrinkled a brow at him.
"Yes, why?" he asked.
"I have a friend currently living there, she was my colleague. We did college together" I explained.
"Wow, nice to hear that. Actually, Vinewood is a very nice place to stay. I am relocating there as soon as my new home is completed, hope you are coming with me?" I said, probably trying to see what my reaction would be.
"What?" I was surprised to hear that, I didn't expect it... you know? "Hmm," I gulped, not even knowing what else to say. I was speechless, why would he want me to follow him to his new home?
"You don't need to say anything about it yet," he said and quickly continued before I could ask what exactly did he meant by his words, "come please, let me take you to my office. It's just after the sitting room"
"Okay" I blurted. And as he began walking, I found myself trailing behind him. I was skeptical though, because the environment was new to me. I had never step my feet in it before.
"Don't be scared, you are safe here" he said, prompting me to wonder if he had read my mind.
Was he a telepath? No, I don't think so. Telepaths don't exist, but I am sure he read my expression. I thought to myself.
"Thank you" I said in a low tone.
When we arrived at his sitting room, he apprised and then told me to rate his settings. Well, I gave him ten over ten and a five star rating. It was jaw dropping, seriously. Although to him, it was nothing. And he needed a new environment as soon as possible.
"And here is my office" he announced, pulling the door of the room. It was a wide room with a book shelf, desk, and other things you could possibly find in a classic office.
There were two visitors swivel chair in front of his desk, then a laptop computer facing his own swivel chair. Another computer could be found close to the laptop, it was a new generation all in one iBerry computer.
One thing I loved about iBerry was the quality of their products, though expensive but you get exactly what you deserve. I once used an iBerry phone and I could say, it was amazing. I lost long ago, when I was still in college.
The book shelf I talked about earlier, you could find books arranged inside. Most of which were theories, about business and administration. He simply didn't have a taste for novels, it was obvious because if he was interested in novels then we would have found some in his shelves. But reversed turned out to be the case.
Close to the book shelf was a printer, then there was a water dispenser and then a coffee make on one side of the office. Importance of having your own office at home, if I had the chance he had I would definitely enjoy my life to the fullest.
"You like it in here too, right?" he said, pulling me back to reality.
"Yeah, I do. It's nice too" I smiled at him as he sat in his chair.
"Thanks for the compliment, have a seat please" he gestured towards one of the swivel chairs facing him.
"Okay" I gulped, pulled the chair and sat down gently in it.
He then quickly began going through his laptop while I fidget my fingers.
"You have your documents with you, right?" he asked.
"Hard-copy?" I wrinkled a brow at him, was I supposed to bring any physical document? I wondered.
"Soft-copy" he said, clearing my doubt.
"Oh," I sighed in relief, "yes I did. It's in my phone" I uttered.
"Alright, forward it to my email. Here is the address" he quickly wrote it down on a piece of paper and forwarded it to me.
"Okay" I unhesitatingly launched my email account and did as instructed. I sent him all the required documents, and just as the files landed he began processing them.
"I would like you to work with me in my department, or would you like to work with the accounting department?" he queried.
"Yeah, but what's your department?" I curiously uttered.
"Marketing and advertising, although sometimes I oversee the affairs of other departments too" he wore a broad smile on his face, "So stressful," he continued, "but what can I do? I am the sore heir of the company, and my dad wants me to be a part of it so I could takeover when he's gone"
His words made me to wonder the number of people that were out there dreaming to be like him, jealous of him, or envying. If I ever had the chance to be the daughter of such a billionaire, I would always be happy because money won't be a problem to me.
"You should be glad you found yourself in such a luxury, many are wishing to be like you" I found myself trying to make him understand, even though I wasn't supposed to... right?
"Wishing?" he smirked, folding his arms across his chest, "Who's wishing to be like me? Whoever is wishing to be like me didn't clearly get it. I have a lot of responsibilities ahead of me, I can't even go out and reveal my real identity to people. I don't speak on social media about our company, I don't post pictures of myself in our mansion, I don't take a tour except secretive business trips, and so on. Where is the freedom?"
"Hmm," I crooked a smile, "you are still lucky, if I should be in shoes I would count my blessings" I added.
"Really? Well, you don't have to think much because I intend to run this company with you in the future" he said, staring at me strangely with a convincing smile on his face. I didn't even know when I coyly turned my face away from his. "What, is there any problem? Or don't you wanna run this company with me?" he asked.
"It's not that" I shook my head negatively, "It's just that, I don't think I am qualified to run your family company with you. Who am I? Don't you have, friends? I mean, someone better than me in all ways?"
"Of course I have friends," his words shook me, "but not as amazing as you", now he's talking!
"Awwn, thanks for the compliment. But I still think I am no fit for that position you are trying to..." I said halfway as his system beeped.
"Excuse me please, it's a video call from my dad" he said and quickly adjusted his hair, collar, before taking the call, "Hello dad," he said.
"Hi Frank, did you talk to Mike about the funds?" I heard his father said through the speakers, he sounded like someone that is pretty old.
"Yes, I did. They are on their way to the bank, hope everything is fine?" Frank said, looking concerned.
"No, nothing. I was just being curious. Let me know when they return from the bank" his father said.
"Okay dad" Frank said in acknowledgement before ending the video call. "That's my dad," he turned the screen of his laptop to me and showed me a picture of him and his father.
"Wow, great!" his father didn't really look that old as I presumed, he was more like someone in his mid or late fifties.
"People used to say we look alike" he said smiling.
"Yes, sure" I glanced at him and his dad in the picture, "You guys really look alike" I commented.
"Really? I thought you will see it the way I used to see it" he muttered.
"How do you used to see it?" I curiously asked, I actually didn't get the point he was trying to make.
"I don't used to see the resemblance" replied, "I resemble my mom more" he added.
"Can I see your mom's picture?" I wrinkled a brow at him. Seeing her picture will help determine who among his parents did he fully resembled or resembled more.
"Sure!" he quickly turned his laptop, pressed some buttons and then turned it back to me, "Here she is" he apprised.
"Wow, she's amazing!" I commented, complimenting her beautiful. She was blonde, tall, and had a very slim body. I loved how she smiled at the camera in the picture.
"Yes, she is" he cleared his throat and continued, "Now tell me, do we look alike?"
"Well, partially" I said, trying to compare his face and hers. At the same time, forcing myself to recall his father's face in the previous picture and to compare them both.
"Partially?" he lifted a brow, "Can you take a look at the picture again? This time around, be more careful please" he said.
"Hmm," I looked at her picture and then glanced at his face again, "yes, I can see the resemblance more in you both than in you and your dad"
"Now you are talking!" he turned the laptop to face him while smiling like someone that just won a lottery. Why did he wanted to resemble his mother more? "For a second, I thought you would fall my hands" he added.
"Like seriously?" he was really funny. Actually, he did resembled his mother but he shared a lot with his father too.
