OWNED

CHAPTER 2

''Deshacerse de él si no está de acuerdo!'', Wilson fidgeted with a paper weight on the table, his eyes fixed on the call. His shoulders were bunched up, he looked ready to pick a fight any moment now. Just when he seemed to finish his heated conversation with someone on the phone, the doors to his cabin peeked open. For a moment his secretary decided against being the harbinger of sour news to her already infuriated boss but then decided against it. The screech of the wooden door against the tiling too audible amidst the deadly silence of the room.

(Translation: Get rid of him if he doesn't agree!)

''Sir, Ms. Bates would like you to brief her at her boutique'', Lisa shrugged as she noticed Wilson clench his jaw, already worked up from the previous call. She seemed to have picked on the last thread holding him up, he was like a loose cannon.

''The fuck would I do that, who the hell does she think she is, get her on call right now!'', Wilson paced like a predator around his mahogany table, his hands clenched into a fist like he was ready to pounce on someone and beat the shit out of them.

''Tell her he'll be there at 10'', Caleb quickly interjected before Wilson could make another move.

''Could you please have a temper check Willy, you're not the only one worked up from that call'', he continued to stare at Wilson trying to get a grip on himself. He narrowed his eyes at Caleb, even when they were put in such a shitty situation, Caleb had manged to humour it by calling him Willy, a nick name he loathed.

''Like the bastard he is, he wants me to invest in his crap or what, he'll come after me with a whip'', Wilson barked, flinching Caleb.

Wilson had worked hard to get where he was now, his ability to read minds, make shrewd decision's and trust his instincts had helped him built this empire but the same couldn't be said about his elder brother, Charles. Charles was just born with a golden spoon but never realized he would have to prove himself to hold the spoon for long enough. When Wilson's dad, a business man himself realized his younger son was a better shot at handing over the business to, Charles was left with nothing but a small flat in the downtown and a black Bugatti in the parking lot.

Since then Charles was trying his hand at all sorts of businesses which failed terribly leaving him no choice but to seek aid from his younger brother time and again.

''You know he fails to have half the mind to do as much harm as raising a middle finger for you not helping him out'', Caleb was all business not friend talk today yet he gave in when Wilson pinched his nose trying to contain his anger. The pep talk sure worked, as he witnessed Wilson counting back from 10, his nose still flaring but his muscles starting to relax.

''Looks like I've had enough people walking over me this morning, brief me of the arrangements for the wedding'', Wilson was back in his usual demeanour.

''Now you're talking. The ballroom is booked, the decorations are up just how you wanted it to be, the caterers are on their toes and well we are meeting the designer for all the outfits tomorrow anyways. Are you sure it's going to work out'', Caleb sighed as he looked questionably at Wilson.

''Of course, it will Caleb, I am not no unexperienced player'', Wilson chuckled and moved to work on his laptop. He had a knack or maybe it was just dual personality. Just a moment ago he could rip someone's head off and now he was coolly concentrating in his laptop.

Caleb sighed and moved out of Wilson's sight and out of his cabin. He beamed at Lisa as he drifted away to his cabin. He was a business associate to Wilson and the closest to being called family to him too.

Caleb had interned under Wilson's father and when Wilson was handed over the company, he was much too happy to work for Wilson.

In time they had turned into best friends, partners in crime and the closest Wilson had let anyone to him. Caleb was aware of everything Wilson did, said or meant, from his temper issues to stalkery and that he likes a mean black coffee when things went haywire.