Chapter 3: Not invited to his own meeting

"Sebastian, I told you to wait up in my office until this meeting was over," Garret said assertively. Everyone stayed quiet, waiting for the chaos between father and son to commence. Sebastian walked further into the room and asked what I assumed was his assistant to shut the door.

"I know, but this meeting is about me, isn't it? Surely, I should be here if it's about me,” He kept his eyes glued on me his entire reply. I focused my attention to my iPhone instead, which was shaking due to my trembling hands.

Everyone then turned to Garret, who knew that Sebastian had a good point. I could see however, why Garret didn't want him here: because he's an arrogant immature jerk. The complete opposite of my boss, who was actually going to be my former boss soon.

Garret looked extremely pissed. His face turned a darker shade of red every second. Sebastian was not only embarrassing himself, but his father as well. Good thing the press wasn't in here...yet.

"Take a seat, Sebastian."

Sebastian smiled, and then walked over to the area I was sitting in. I suddenly realized the empty seats I was sitting next to and started to panic. The last thing I wanted was to sit next to the man I insulted...technically, who is the son of my boss.

I held my breath as he walked over, but a silent sigh of relief escaped my lips as he walked towards the aisle behind me. He whispered an excuse me to the women he was passing by, and almost in unison they all blushed and covered their mouths with their hands. Sebastian smiled, knowing his simplest charm tactics could weaken any woman. I rolled my eyes in disgust.

As he took his seat, which happened to be right behind me, his two assistants took their seats next to me, and Garret began talking again. He gained barely anyone's attention in my area, considering almost everyone was staring and whispering about Sebastian.

Dear Lord.

During this time, Garret went into a useless speech about the importance of this company, which made me realize that it was the perfect time to check today's schedule and reply to emails. Just until Garret got to the interesting part of his address.

The one that everyone was here for.

BusinessCentral.com had emailed me about a possible interview with David Twinem, The Chief of Finance. This made absolutely no sense considering they could have just emailed him, but I decided to reply stating that I would schedule one at David's earliest convenience.

Suddenly, I felt a disturbance coming from my right shoulder. I turned to find a pair of big green orbs staring directly at my phone. Sebastian's, to be exact.

"What the hell?" I blurted out. I knew better than to speak that way to...authority, but I hate it when people frighten me like that, especially when all of my attention is focused on something else.

I covered my mouth, which would do nothing to cover up what I had said.

"I'm sorry I didn't-"

"No need to apologize now that you know who I am," he whispered, smiling.

"Oh, brother. So, what's your plan? File a complaint to your father and have me fired?"

I looked around, hoping no one was watching our conversation. Everyone was either half asleep or on their cell phones.

He chuckled softly. "No, no. I'm not that evil, especially to my father's publicist."

"How did you know that?" I asked. He nodded in the direction of my phone. Nosy bastard was actually looking at my email.

"You have no right to look at my priv-"

"Actually, I do, seeing that you'll be my publicist someday...unless I decide to fire you."

I looked directly at him and was ready to let him have it. I knew it was going to be very hard to sound assertive; his eyes were easy to get lost into and how handsome he was overall to be honest...but I wouldn't let this dickhead stomp all over me like that, no matter who he was.

And no matter how good he smelled.

"Listen here, Sebastian, I'd rather live on the side of the street begging for spare change then work for a man like YOU, who thinks he's above everyone else just because his fath-"

Before I could successfully finish my rant that would likely cause my job to go down the drain, I heard Garret say my name, and everyone looked in my direction. Sebastian quickly sat back into his seat as if our conversation didn't happen. I glanced at Caleb who was looking at me as well.

"Caleb, why is everyone looking at me?" I whispered.

"I have no idea."

Garret, who was smiling at me, gestured for me to stand next to him on the stage. I smiled awkwardly and walked up the side steps.

"Now, I have informed my trustworthy publicist Leslie and one of my assistants Terrance that I have decided it is time for me to retire."

Gasps and shocked reactions filled the entire room. Frankly, I wasn't the only one who wasn't aware of this. The only people who weren't shocked by the news were Sebastian and his two lackeys who were sitting next to me.

"And that obviously means that the company would have to be passed down to my son, Sebastian,” Sebastian sat comfortably in his chair smiling, obviously content with what he was hearing.

"However, I will be forward when I say that he is not fit to take on such a responsibility that comes with being the CEO of a multi-million-dollar company such as this one."

The look on Sebastian's face was priceless. His smile faded into an expression that showed how offended he was about what his father said. His mouth popped open and he began to blush. Everyone in the room looked from Garret to Sebastian, waiting for the cage match to begin.

He obviously wasn't aware of this.

"That is why I have called you all in here to inform you that my publicist will work personally with Sebastian for the next few months to ensure that he is ready to take my place. Even though this is a family company, and the responsibility of being a CEO is passed down from one son to the next and so on, I will be handing it to our COO Henry Dravis until Sebastian is ready to take the position."

I looked at Garret, hoping he was joking and playing an elderly prank on all of the younger people in here. That the older people were in it somehow, too. The scenario made no sense in my mind, but then again this didn't either. He wanted me to fix his out of control son myself? To stick with him for what could be three to four months? I couldn't even deal with him for two minutes!

I pondered heavily on the information I had just received. Sitting on the street begging for change sounded great at the moment.