(Carlos)
"How did they get their hands on those files? I was guaranteed and even promised that there would be no leak after the security breach in our system so what the hell happened?," I asked angrily slamming my hand on the table.
"Sir, we were almost certain that everything was intact before the breach. I think we were hacked from the inside. Whoever leaked those files did so from inside the company," Micheal, the Head of IT in my company replied exasperated.
"Is your useless explanation supposed to make me feel better somehow? Because all I can hear is the fact that the head of IT in my company is highly incompetent and useless asf,"I shouted angrily almost certain that I was blue in the face.
"I want whoever leaked those files found and brought to me by the end of the week if not, you are fired and I will make sure you don't get a job anywhere in New York City. Understood?,"
Micheal nodded profusely as he clutched his laptop to himself.
"Now get out,"
He scrambled away from my office and shut the door.
I had been pacing and shouting obscenities for about half an hour after discovering that my rival company: Brighton group of Companies had outbid me on a project. They had accessed my files somehow and saw the plans I had drafted out and before I could do anything, they used those plans and got the project I was working on.
I wouldn't have known assuming that shark-faced fellow who was the CEO; Mark Brighton didn't call to gloat in my face.
"Fuck," I groaned as I slammed my hand on the table for the umpteenth time. My father wasn't going to let me hear the end of this.
The Marcello group of companies was founded by my father. It started off as a construction company but today, we have different branches ranging from aviation, pharmaceuticals, supermarkets, and shopping outlets. We even own a chain of schools.
He handed the reins of the company over to me after I graduated from Harvard Business School where I graduated at the top of my class at the young age of 23. I ran the company smoothly from then till now, successfully placing us as at number 1 company in the whole of New York but that did not seem to be enough for my father.
He seems to have these old-fashioned ideas where he feels that no man is complete without a family.
Every time I ended up on the tabloids for having a new girl on my arm, I had to listen to hours-long sermons on how irresponsible those stories made me look and how badly they reflected on the company. Now that this leak had come to light, he was going to assume that I was busy with one of my whores instead of focusing on the company.
When I found the mole in my company, he was going to wish that he had never been born.
My phone beeped with a message gaining my attention.
I unlocked it to see a message from the girl I had in my bed last night, I didn't even remember her name. Anna? Alice?
Oh, whatever, I thought in my head.
She sent me a picture of her in red lingerie and her head tossed to the side as she lay in a very suggestive position.
I rolled my eyes at her pathetic attempt to gain my attention. It would have worked on other days but today, I was too worked up to think about sex.
"Jane, I need you in my office," I said over the intercom.
A knock was heard on my door almost immediately.
"Come in,"
The door opened to reveal my personal assistant, Jane.
"You called sir?" she said.
"Yes, I want you to make a reservation for 6 pm tomorrow at the Mirock restaurant,"
"Yes sir," she replied as she typed away on her tablet.
"Anything else?"
"Cancel all my meetings for this evening and ask John to get the car ready,"
"Okay Sir," she replied as she turned around to leave but not without swaying her hips suggestively. She really was desperate and I had noticed it from the day I employed her.
She was always dressed in skimpy outfits and had layers of makeup coating her face. I didn't bother commenting on her dressing, I mean it was her body and she could do whatever she wanted with it. I would have fired her a long time ago but she was very efficient so I kept her around.
Taking the files I wanted to work on when I got home, I got out of my office and headed for the elevator. I pressed the button to take me to the last floor.
I let out a sigh as I imagined why my father had summoned me. Hopefully, he wasn't about to lecture me on how to handle the company he had entrusted to me.
The elevator dinged bringing me out of my thoughts and I stepped out.
I walked towards the reserved car park where my driver John was already waiting as held the car door open.
"Good evening sir," he greeted.
I nodded in acknowledgment and got into the car.
"Take me to the Marcello mansion," I said to him as he got into the driver's seat.
"Yes sir,"
After about ten or fifteen minutes of driving, we finally arrived at my father's mansion. John parked the car and held out the door for me.
I got out of the car and walked into the house where my father's butler, Smith was already waiting.
"Good evening Smith. How's the old man?" I asked.
"Good evening Sir. Master is in his study waiting for you and bubbling with life, dare I say,"
I gave him a tight-lipped smile and walked up to my father's study.
I knocked on the huge mahogany door which served as an entrance to the study.
"Come on in Carlos,"
Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and went in.
"Hello, Father,"