An hour later, Logan's prediction rang truer than a high-priced clairvoyant, as not fifteen minutes into the meeting, he found his eyes closing of their own accord.
Everyone was speaking in jargon that he hadn't a clue as to its meaning. And then to top it all off, the tone of the speaker was so monotone it acted as more of a catalyst to lull him to sleep.
A few times Ulysses had to wedge him in the stomach to jolt him awake. "You fell asleep during the meeting," Ulysses hissed when they went out for their coffee break.
"How could you do that? Uncle asked you specifically to attend this meeting so you could learn, and here you were sleeping. Where is this going to put his head now?" "Where it always is.
On his shoulders," Logan said, sipping his coffee casually, not realizing it was piping hot until he took in a good gulp and ending up scalding his tongue, spitting the entire contents out, and hanging his tongue out like Dora.
"Serves you right, Logan," Ulysses said, giving him some tissue to wipe the coffee off his face. After blotting away the remaining liquid, Logan picked up the cup again and glared at his cousin. "What do you mean serves me right?" "For sleeping during the meeting," Ulysses said. "It's karma, Logan, karma." "Karma my ass.
What am I supposed to do? The meeting was so damn boring. Why can't they hire a better guy to speak?" "Logan, stop being a kid and start acting like an adult," Ulysses lectured his cousin.
"Boring or not, you're here to listen to what the other side says. Uncle needs you to carry on the line here."
"He doesn't need me. He already has you." Logan blew his steaming coffee now. "I'm only his nephew, not his direct offspring. Plus, I'm not fit for this."
Ulysses resigned to his fate as the only second in charge despite being named the best CEO of Bloembergen Enterprises in L-Magazine twice in a year.
Ulysses was Logan's only cousin. When both of his parents passed away, Liam became his guardian. He worked hard to repay his debt, thus working nonstop to help gain his uncle's respect while his little cousin grew up.
Now the time was right for Logan to step forth and take the role of CEO, but looking at his cousin's behavior now, lying back on the chair like he hadn't a care in the world like he was some sort of prince waiting for his next consort, it would be a long way yet before the throne acceded.
"If you're not fit for this, then I'm worse off," Logan confessed, stopping Ulysses's train of thought. "You need to step up your game." Ulysses offered Logan his advice. "Stop partying and start taking things seriously.
Money isn't always on our side. We have to work for it." "We have all the money in the world." Logan laughed casually. "I won't have to worry about working for the rest of my life."
"Don't you have any goals, any responsibility?" Ulysses questioned his cousin. "Yeah, I do. And that is to have as much fun as possible before I reach your age." "Logan, I'm only thirty-one."
"That's right. That's why I still have a good eight years to go yet before putting my head down to work." "But I started working way before your age."
"That's because it was an old-time. Now it's a new age. I don't need to slave and work for money. And besides, you guys can support me."