A Shady Accountant

"And what about you?" Greg pointed to the man sitting close to Isabella.

"Oh me?" he asked as the once noisy room toned down in its entirety. "My name is Victor Blackwood."

Greg noticed something very unique about the man. The man was groomed like a movie star. His black hair was so black, the word jet black had a new meaning to it.

His suit was a three-piece which showed that he was rich on his own and loved to maintain himself without having to deal with all the problems he used to have.

"I am an accountant and I've got more than six years of experience," the man went on to say.

Victor talked on and on about his experiences working for different companies before getting into Hudson's company and it turned out he had an intricate understanding of the world of finance.

"I've mastered the art of manipulating numbers and navigating complex financial systems which makes me a force to be reckoned with."

The man winked at Greg who found it weird but regained his composure to not come off as rude.

"For you boss, I would do anything," the man went on to say. "If you want me to use legal or even illegal methods, I'll be here for that. There is nothing that is financial that is impossible for me to do. Just call me the cyborg of mathematical operations."

Someone cleared his throat and everyone looked in the direction of Alexander.

"What is it?" Victor asked, sounding a bit irritated.

"Oh nothing," smirked Alex.

"Oh there has to be something because you're clearly smirking."

"And I said there is nothing."

"I know you've got something to say so spill it out now!"

"Fine!" Alex chuckled. "I just want you to remember that time I helped you with the calculations the last time."

"You cocky bastard."

"Language," Carl called everyone to order which had Greg laughing. He was enjoying the drama unfolding before him as he had not been involved in anyone's life like this before. It was like a movie and it was one he was glad to be in.

"Also, you said you've worked as an accountant for more than six years and we need to know the real answer seeing as you're one of the oldest members of the company."

Alex was not going to cut Victor some slack as he was out for him.

"Fine, I've worked as an accountant for twelve years to be exact and eight of those years go to the Hudson company since I work as a personal accountant for the company."

Greg, who was analyzing everyone in the room, also analyzed the man before him. Victor was the tallest person in the room and this commanded a special attention if he was to enter a room.

The man had a sharp gaze from his years of being amongst the rich and this was intensified by his dark piercing eyes. 

The eyes were those of someone who had seen it all and reflected the hardened resolve and shrewdness honed over countless transactions and secret dealings.

He looked like someone who knew all the secrets of the company and would rather die than say anything about why he had seen. No wonder Hudson kept him around, Greg thought, clasping his hands together.

Greg could tell that the tall, lanky man even though he was in finance would not walk the straight moral compass that always aligned with society's values.

He had seen enough of financial accountants to know how they behaved. They were ruthless and would do anything to swindle any man into signing a dangerous deal and get enslaved.

He knew the man would walk a fine line between legality and illegality.

"Now my methods, though you might find them unorthodox, yield results, and that is why I am an asset."

But he was also a potential liability because if the company did not want him anymore, he could be taken out of the picture by force.

Greg gulped at this as he knew that from the movies and books he had read in the past, mafians got rid of their accountants first seeing as the people knew too much.

"What kind of methods?" Greg asked out of curiosity.

Victor looked at Carl who bent to the heir's ear.

"You don't want to know, young master," the old man chuckled. "Let him go on with his methods. He's been doing it for years and yielding results for the companies."

Greg wanted to know more but taking the words of the old man was better than not listening at all.

Victor settled into his seat as the next person beside him stood up with a smile on his face.

"And you are?" Greg asked, beginning to feel comfortable in his seat. Since he was basically the boss, he could do whatever he wanted and ask questions to everyone in the room.

Due to how everyone treated him this elevated his confidence level to a higher standard. He was finally being respected by everyone around him and this had him smiling.

Finally he was not seen as trash or a cleaner or a housemaid but a man of integrity. 

"I am Dominic Ramirez," a bald man answered with a smile. "But everyone calls me…"

"The bull!" everyone in the room including Carl said his nickname which made Greg know that this man was really popular to have them all chant his name like that.

"Alright, and what do you do?" the heir asked leaning back in his chair feeling the comfortable leather latch onto his clothes.

"I work as an operator of a gym."

That was when the heir found the man's chiseled figure bulging under the large clothes he had on. This man was deceiving with the clothes. He could get into a fight with some unsuspecting men and beat them all as they would judge him in the clothes he had on.

Greg chuckled when he imagined Damien trying to bully the gym operator.