If I'd say that I hated anything else apart from bad competitors and ladies, it's the press.
From all other jobs in the world, what you could choose was to constantly run around to fish out gossip?
Unadulterated pity.
Why was I saying this?
After a very interesting meeting with my dad, today I woke up to fifty published headlines on me.
Scrolling through them all, I noticed they all had in similar pictures.
Clarissa and I.
Captioned
"Our most eligible bachelor might be seeing someone"
"Who captured HIS heart?"
"Who's the brown head?"
Moving out of my room to my office, I met with Alan.
"So glad I found you brother." He said tensed.
"What's with the sudden visit?"
Alan sighed.
"I believe you have already seen the work of the press."
" And we have to do something about this."
"This isn't just about you now. Clarissa's life is in danger. I am quite sure that Nathan will be onto her now that she's in contact with you."
Nathan De Jigt.
My present rival.
The man my father plans on passing on the business to, if I do not get settled with someone.
"So what are you suggesting?"
"Make her your wife."
I shot him a look.
"This could settle everything. Stop your dad from passing on everything to Nathan and no one except the three of us will know about this."
After a few minutes of discussion, Alan walked out.
There and then, I picked up my phone.
"Hello?"
Her voice...
"Clarissa, meet me at Browns'. "
"Excuse me, who am I speaking to?"
The innocence.
I sighed and continued;
"Brandon...."
"How'd you get my number?"
And her royal sass is back!
"Just meet me there."
With that I ended the call.
If this was what I was going to do, it needs to be perfect.