Boss is a father?

Chapter Ten

Ezekiel sat with his head down as he concentrated on his laptop and press the keyboard away. The flight was due in two minutes and then he'll head to Canada to finalize a business project. He was at the airport, and he safely tuck himself into a comfy couch. 

The light buzz of his phone distracted him, he picked up the phone and checked the screen. The name on the screen made him jump a little as he hurriedly picked up. 

This person never ever calls, unless something absolutely important is up. 

"Hello?" He said tentatively. He somehow knew the situation was tense and the atmosphere eery, when he heard no reply. 

He checked the screen to be very sure,and alarmed spiked his blood when he saw that he was still connected.

"Harry, are you there?" He asked again. 

"Zeke..." Came the small trembling voice. 

Ezekiel stood up immediately and grabbed his briefcase, he was already heading out. If something could shake Harry, then whatever business meeting he has could wait. 

"Zeke..I..I can't.. school," some heavy breathing. A shout in the background, a sound of glass breaking and beep, the line went dead. 

"Fuck!" He muttered as he hurried out of the small cozy room.

"Get the car ready," he growled to his secretary. 

Something was wrong, he could feel it deep in his bone. And Lord help him, he was going to wring someone's neck for it.

He was met halfway through a graceful stride by his shaking secretary, who spotted a look of confusion but mercifully kept his mouth shut. He quickly yank the door open and watched as his boss entered the car. 

His mind was still swirling and he was

 sure he couldn't quite grasp the urgency of the situation (more like the insanity) but he kept his mouth glued together as he revived the car to live.

"Where to?" He asked meekly, once they hit the road. He gulped twice and kept his clammy palms on the steering wheel as he waited for the direction. 

He couldn't fathom why in the name of the seven hells was his boss ditching (for the lack of better language, since ditching sounded like something he did when he was in high school. Not something his boss can do) a multi-million dollar deal. 

He guessed it must be another hugely successful deal. 

"Wang memorial school," Ezekiel said.

James bobbed his head repeatedly and it was a close call but he would have smashed his skull on the wheel, if not for sheer luck. He quickly punched the words into the Google map and obediently followed.

"Chen, where are you?" Ezekiel spoke to the other line. His voice was just like before, only that it had some other element in it. Some other element that looked a lot like panic and urging? 

He must be hearing wrong. His boss never panic. He never do anything that feels remotely human. Except he was doing it.

As Ezekiel spoke into the phone, frustration and cold anger leaked from his voice. 

James discreetly checked the rearview mirror, looking for hanging icicles. Or ice frothing forming on his boss mouth. 

"Harry called" a pause. So long,it almost equaled a soap opera. 

"I'm not sure" a sigh, then a pinch of his forehead. 

"Yes, yes, I'm heading over there now." Another sigh.

"I'll meet you there" 

"Okay, good," he ended the call. 

James quickly averted his gaze and strained them on the road, keeping the speed at minimum until he heard something resembling a growl from the back. 

Goosebumps rose on his skin and he stared covertly at his boss. 

"Increase the speed," Ezekiel instructed. 

James eyes budged, but he nodded and did as instructed. 

"More! Now!" Ezekiel snapped at him. 

He pressed the pedal like his life depended on it, a lot of things did really. 

His life, his student loans and his cactus. 

Everything depended on this mission. 

He continued turning as suggested by the map, praying he didn't land them into an accident at the breakneck speed he was moving. 

At least if he was the only one that died, that would mean he'll get his debt cleared and his cactus taken care of, a win-win situation. But if his boss has as much as a little scratch? He was in for a life sentence. 

Finally, after a while of silently praying to his ancestors and whatever deity was up there, they got to the school. 

The building was majestic, but he had no time to admire the artistic talent as he rushed to follow his boss. 

Ezekiel continued dialing a number on his phone as he stride inside. His long legs propelling him like a machine. 

James sprinted to catch up, managing to squeeze his eyes shut and his breath came out small and in pant. 

"Mr Wang! It's an honor..." A woman in a black flowery dress, that smells of citrus hurried out to greet Ezekiel. But her greeting was cut short by Ezekiel's clip and Curt nod. 

"Where's my son?" He asked the woman. His eyes flickered around the school but there was no student in sight. 

James almost tripped over his own blooding pants as he heard the words loud and clear. His mind raced and his breath stopped coming altogether. His boss has a son? His ever-steely-boss had a son? 

"Mr Wang, you see, we organized.."

"Where is my son!" He asked chillingly. The woman looked startled as she spluttered and fiddled with the hem of her dress. Her face turned crimson. 

"They're out on a school organized picnic. But I assure you.." 

"Where?" He demanded. 

"Excuse me?" The woman asked. Confusion filtering in her face. 

"Where?" He asked again, this time in a low voice that sent chill racing down everyone's spine. 

James shivered involuntarily and looked around. His mouth dropped and his eyes grew wide as saucers. This..this place was a school? This place is a fucking five star hotel. 

But his thought was brought to an abrupt halt when he saw his boss moving away. 

He cursed himself and hurriedly follow.

 One thing was cleared to him as from that point, his boss wasn't good at being human but he was a protective father.