Chapter two.
"How's my favorite cus doing huh? Miss much?" Lu Chen bead from the chair. He was handso and goofy, but he was all poker face and turned mouth whenever business is involved. That was why Ezekiel liked him in the first place.
"Get your filthy legs off my couch" Ezekiel said as he closed the door behind him with a gentle twack. He toed his shoes off and bend to roll off his socks, right first, left second. He placed his briefcase on the couch besides his cousin and sighed in relief as his barefoot t the polished cold marble.
"How was it?" Lu Chen asked seriously. His legs were tucked into the throw pillows
Ezekiel nodded and sighed. They could only be talking about one particular "it" which was his son's condition.
"Worse. Much more worse" Ezekiel responded.
He checked the diamond custom-made wristwatch that was strapped on his left wrist and smiled. He was right on ti.
"What now? What about that paediatrician you hired?" Lu Chen asked, concern written all over his face. Lu Chen was head over heels for his godsons and he would do anything to ensure their happiness and safety.
"He said the sa thing as the last ten. And yes, I did not hire him. It was only a consultation" he chided flatly.
He glanced at his wristwatch again, 8:38. It was ti for dinner.
"I'm going to get dinner" Ezekiel stood up abruptly and headed into the huge dinning room.
Though he was one of the most feared and honored CEO in all of Asia, he only had three staffs in his huge house.
The house had been his first design when he first got into real estate managent and he bought it within a second.
He still has the Guinness record for that. Paying a whooping sum of 183 billion dollars within a second was surely worth it.
Lu Chen followed his cousin into the dining room and they sat down to eat the piping hot food that was arranged on the long silver dinning table.
"Where are they?" Ezekiel inquired with a tilt of his head.
"I tucked them in not long ago. They're probably snoring now" Lu chen replied with a smile.
Ezekiel finished his food on ti and walked into the master bedroom to check on his sons.
There they was, sleeping like everything was going perfectly. Ezekiel peered down at the two identical scrunched nose of his adorable son, and the feeling of protectiveness spread in his chest.
They were all he has. They were all that matters. He walked out of the room with a smile on his face closing the door to face Lu Chen.
Ezekiel shook his head in amusent, and sidestepped him to go back to the living room.
"How are they?" Lu Chen asked, even though he was the one who tucked them into bed.
"Fine" was the curt reply he got.
Lu Chen stared at the back of his cousin's head, wondering if he could chug his slippers on his head and disguise it as an accident. The man was nothing more than a block of ice, sculpted by the most brilliant artist.
His face was enough to send modelling company and their models spiraling out of control. But his cold and aloof deanor was what made people steer clear of him. He was cold and calculating, precise and uncaring.
~*~*~*~*
Ezekiel got out of the shower, water clinging on to his lean muscles and pecs. He toweled off his hair, sending it scattering into an adorable ruffle.
He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and dialed a number. The receiver picked up on the third ring.
"Hello?" Jas's voice was groggy and slurred.
"Send the analytical stats of the sales margin for the new products" He required with ruthless efficiency
"E...excuse ?" Jas stuttered
Ezekiel glared at the invisible Jas and said into the phone
"Is the cognitive part of your brain damaged?" Ezekiel pinched his brows and wondered. Was his secretary not functioning well now that it was night ti? Is it ti to change to a new secretary then?
"I'll send it sir" he replied with a fake enthusiasm.
Jas covered the speaker with his thumb and groaned audibly into his room. His brain throbbed with unconcealed headache and he muttered a curse.
"I need it before the hour runs out" Ezekiel hung up and threw his phone on the king sized bed.
anwhile, Jas considering going into witchery and Voodooism. Perhaps he could ask them for help to murder his boss. He had just gotten back from a night out and he was dunk into a nightmare.
He groaned, the frustration leaking from his voice.
He grabbed his laptop and sat on the bed, wondering where the hell he was supposed to start from. He was still contemplating when his ringtone filled the room.
He lunge for his phone and strained for an amicable voice when he saw the screen.
"Sir?" He answered
"I also need the rger contract drawn up before tommorow"
"I..i___" the line went off
It was at this mont that Jas drew a fatal and important conclusion. His boss was a robot! Because what else could he be?
So because he was this bot that doesn't need to rest or eat or anything, that doesn't an the rest of the staff mbers are the sa as him!
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