Jack

I had received a call for my father the night before, he requested for my presence and the only thing I am trying not to do now, is not cry.

I have been in Unseen Treasures for weeks now and I have got nothing to tell my father. The look of disappointment in his face is all I could see as I brush my teeth.

I looked at my self in the mirror and I was all shades of scared. This was not one of the student-teacher meetings that I can just act all stupid and still look good doing it. This was serious and I know my father would think that am I'm taking it as a joke, just like everything in my life.

I was done with my teeth. I shaved off my over grown beards leaving me with a smooth shiny face. Well a face that would be scolded in just a few hours. I walked into the shower and started to whistle my favorite song at the moment. New York girl, by Fireboy.

I was in no mood for my music box, I was my own music today. At least it soothed me.

In a few minutes I was ready to meet my father. I walked out of my house, counting my steps, arranging the lies that I would tell my father. I hope my brain doesn't leave me when I  face him.

Just a few minutes drive I was in front of my father's house again. Not returning as a runaway child, but a man sent on a mission. My head would have been held up high now, but I couldn't keep it up. My shoulders slumped and a frown plastered it self on my face as I made my way inside.

I got into the house to meet it empty as usual. I walked into the sitting room and sat down. I wasn't ready to make my presence noticed. I brought out my phone from my pocket, and as soon as the light hit my eyes, I had to close them immediately.

My eyes were throbbing and I felt like there was a truck load of sand inside it. This was usual tho, it only happens when I stay up all night staring into my phone, which lacked eye care.

This eye situation, coupled with the banging drums in my head was the least of my problems as the moment. I just simply ignored it.

Making another attempt, I switched on my phone. The nerves in my eyes withdraw themselves and it stung. I refused to give in to the pain as I forced my eye to remain on my screen.

I opened a folder I had collected from our rival's office, at least this was something other than appearing before my father empty-handed. I tried to read through the information...

"Jack" the tone that voiced my name  was surprised, so my name came out as a question. I turned back and it was my brother. He was in his track trousers and wearing a matching singlet, dripping of sweat. He was a fitness freak, so I wasn't surprised that he went out running on a Sunday morning.

I stood on my feet and returned the smile he was giving me. Glad that he wasn't one to hold grudges, I walked up to him and shook his sweaty hand.

"I could have hugged you, but you stink" I said mockingly and we laughed out loud. Our bass voice heating up the cold house, echoing everywhere. I really missed this house, but I never missed the silence. It has always been empty with mum.

"Yea, I don't need a hug from you either. What brings you here?" he tapped at my back and lead us back to the sitting room.

The question hit a special place in my heart but I did well to hide it with a grin.

"Dad called" I said. Wilson smiled.

"How have you been?" I added. The room was getting cold again, a gently silence creeping in. I didn't want any of that. This was my only brother, and we had so much to say to each other.

"Well, as you can see" he raised his hands, showcasing his slim laced muscles. "Am doing well" he finished and we laughed. I missed this too.

"You know you never get the muscle you are killing yourself to have" I said and smirked at him.

"well I will keep trying. It doesn't hurt" Wilson replied me. Facing the plasma TV now.

I hit his arms with my fists and he yelled in pain. This young man have been working his butt off since our teenage age, just to get the body of Roman Reigns. Till now he hadn't achieved that. I could never be as persistent as him, behind teasing him, I always admired that fact about him. He wasn't a quitter, I was.

"You know dad is up stairs in his study" Wilson informed me.

The realization of why I actually came here hit me. Wilson looked puzzled cause I could feel beams of sweat forming on my face. I knew he could see it too.

"what about a drink, say Friday night?" I asked standing on my feet. I didn't need a reply tho, I just faked a laugh and hurried out of the room before he asked further questions.

"Come in" my father's voice came out loud and clear from behind the door which I stood. I had been standing there for a minute, refusing to knock, just taking deep breaths. Well my breathing section was over, I took one last one and made my way inside, closing the door behind me.

My father was smiling at me, and lord knows I couldn't smile back. I just bent my head and took the seat facing him.

"Jack, how are you?" my father asked. Was he worried about me?. He wasn't, he was just trying to be nice before getting to the part where he kills me.

"Am good dad. You look well" I said without meeting his eyes.

"So let's get down to why I called. Seems you're not yourself today"

From the corner of my eyes, I saw him roll his eyes. I gulped.

I reached for my phone and opened the folder again and handed it over to him. I began.

"Dad" I took another breadth and tried looking in him, but his eyes were on mine phone screen. That was better. Keep that disappointing look away from me.

"Unseen Treasures is currently under the care of Winner Donald. His heiress."

"that I know... " my father cut me off, waving  his hands as a sign that I should go on.

"she ruthless, extremely disrespectful and cruel to her workers. Then you would wonder why the company has had the lowest level of turnover every year. Well, the workers, aside from the important personnel, they are given a raise every three months, depending on the progress of the company for that three months. " I found my confidence again as my father's eyes were now on me, nodding in affirmation as I continued.

" their work days varies according to the work load of the company. Some weeks they work three times some others they work four. Their working conditions are very favorable, that is why they stay no matter how wicked their boss is. One even cried when she was been fired. " my father arched his brows at me. This could only get better.

" Dad, this is what we don't have in our company. That is why every year our level of turnover keeps doubling. "I lowered my voice now knowing I had hit a spot. This was not why my father sent me to Unseen Treasures, but this matter had to be addressed, let's just say it's a added bonus.

"I'm  happy with your observations son. I will schedule a meeting with our human resources manager first thing tomorrow morning." he said, his smile long gone from his Grey face. He handed me my phone and collected it with pride.

"I know this is not what you sent me to find out, but we can get everything right now. And make it better, to be the best" I chipped it with a smile on my face. But that wasn't fooling Ben, my dad.

"What have you found out about the investors? What is the big plan?" worry laced his voice as he look at me with so much hope. It was hard for me cause I know those hopes would be dashed any moment now.

"Dad, there is no excuse. I found out nothing about that. They are yet to discuss it to my hearing." I said and my father turned away from me immediately.

I jerked up "Dad, but look" I stretched out my phone and opened another folder. "they are going to do something big dad. As of yesterday, the company made an order for 15,000 open end Rotors. And almost 1000 Ring spindles. Over a thousand staff have been employed"

My father looked interested immediately. He snatched my phone and looked into it.

"This is big son. I need you to find out what this is all about" he was so serious that I felt his brows would shrink from so much pressure.

I nodded at him and took my phone back.

"Is his daughter giving you a hard time?" he asked again, he features returning back to how I met him.

I pulled on the hem of shirt and smiled at him.

"Her? Naah, I got her"

A/N: So what do you guys think?😍😍
Am having this feeling that my chapters are too long😢😢
Anyway...

Is he making progress or just talking rubbish.?

Well  vote and comment and we will see how it ends😍😍😍😍