THE MAN IS INDEED HOT!
The next day.
"Clark, my uncle owned a huge mall. Let's go there and play." Tristan told Clark excitedly.
"Wow. Where should we play? In your uncle's office?" he asked innocently.
"Of course in the playpen. But.." Tristan's eyes became bright. "Great idea, Clark! I'll ask uncle Cliff if we could play in his office. That will be so much fun." Tristan giggled.
"When will it be, Tristan?"
"Hmm I don't know yet, I heard mom said that uncle will so busy this week, but let's just go to the playpen first and then sneak to his office, what do you think?" he whispered to Clark.
"Hihi sure, sure, let's do it…"
Then the youngster made some plans on how to convince their mothers to go to Veanco Square.
"Clark, Tristan your nannies are here. Arrange your things first before you go." Teacher Mei informed the child.
"Yes, teacher." They chorused. Both the nannies were talking to each other when they went outside their classroom.
"Let's go to Veanco Square one of these days, nanny Peachy." Nanny Tess asked Tristan's nanny.
"Sure, let's go then, when?" nanny Peachy is excited too.
"Can we go with you, Nanny Tess?" Clark asked hopefully.
"You're here. Hmm, let's ask your mommy first, okay?" Clark nodded and looked at Tristan secretly, he winked, and they both grinned.
The two adults did not notice how the youngsters looked at each other.
…
Ingrid was on her way to the parking lot when her phone rang; she stopped and took it from her LV bag and automatically answered. She has to go somewhere for a meeting, and she's in a hurry.
"Hello, good morning.." she sounds professional and distant.
"Good morning, Ingrid, dear.." she furrowed her brow and looked at the screen. She was surprised when she saw the name of Clint Briggs.
"Oh sorry, sir, is there any problem?"
"Nothing, may I ask what time are you free today?"
"Around 2:00 p.m. or 3:00 p.m. I think, sir."
"Oh pity. My son will be here at around lunch time and I already told him about meeting you."
"Oh. I could not postpone my meeting today, sir. This is also regarding on the hotel we've been planning to invest in. Next time, perhaps."
"Oh, I see! Work before pleasure hehe. There's always a next time. By the way, I am planning a welcome party for my son and to formally introduce him to the family and colleagues in business. And we're still picking on the exact date."
"Yes, I will definitely be there, sir. Just send me the invitation. Have a good day, Mr. Clint."
"Ingrid, dear, how I wish you'll be my… oh never mind. Be careful on your way."
"Yes, sir, I will." She started the engine and drove off to her meeting.
…
All of the employees in Mr. Clint's company were in an uproar when they knew that the boss's son would arrive. They were all curious about him and kept on gossiping.
"I heard that he is so handsome, blue eyes, six feet tall, broaded shoulders, and the lips, gosh! Makes you want to kiss and kiss." The receptionist told her colleagues.
"Have you met him?" the other was sounding envious. Knowing how flirtatious the colleague is.
"Well, I just saw him on the news. Too bad, they could only catch his side view. But girls, the man is indeed hot!"
They just all sighed, knowing that none of them could meet Mr. Briggs' son in person.
Minutes later, they heard a commotion, and all the employees lined up as if they were soldiers waiting for their commander and saw their boss emerged from the elevator looking so proud and dignified.
Other employees were all busy preparing the boardroom to make it appealing to his son. They run to and fro, inspecting everything to be perfect. They will be all fired if something went wrong.
A sports car arrived. A dashing debonair in his thirties comes into view. They all gasped upon seeing him. He wears one of the world's expensive suits; it is made of merino sheep wool and designed by the most renowned tailor in the world. The tailor personally made it for Cliff.
His stride was strong, imposing an authority. Many who are present experienced goose bumps.
'He is indeed the son of our boss.' Everyone thought silently.