Two hours later after he signed almost half of the documents that needed his approval, Kierson got himself ready to visit the J&V Company to start discussing their partnership on a project.
The Ferrer estate and J&V corporate were planning to build a Law Firm that was supposed to help the poor people in gaining justice. This was a 180 change in the Ferrer’s projects and industries so far as the Ferrer only built a profitable business, not a social enterprise.
The Ferrer estate could establish it on their own but the Chairman of the Board and the Board of J&V company insisted on helping them on building it. That's how the alliance with the two companies started.
This would be the first time after three years that Kierson would attend a meeting himself. In the past years, Kierson was busy dealing with the people who were against him becoming the heir. He had to deal with them. In the end, those parts of the Board who were against him surrendered. He became the Master of the Ferrer estate after two years.
“Let’s go,” Kierson stated as he looked at Harvey.
Harvey raised his brows. “Why would I come with you? That’s your job!” he irritatedly said.
Kierson laughed. “Stop being so moody and come with me. If you had already forgotten, that’s your job as my secretary.”
Harvey didn’t bother to hide his obnoxious reaction. “Stop making me regret that I accepted your job offer. I should have known that there was malicious intent when you offered me that big sum of money!”
Kierson fixed his necktie. “That’s your fault for getting swayed at such a small amount. I was aiming for a loyal and tamed fish, but you bit the bait.”
Harvey snorted. “This is why I hated multi-millionaire men.”
It wasn’t such a small amount. It was a job that could make Harvey a multi-millionaire in just a year and that's a dream job that everyone wanted. But after two years of being Kierson's secretary, he now understands why the first person Kierson hired resigned after only a few months. As much as it was covered to be a dream job, the job itself was a nightmare.
Many people asked, ”Why?”
Why would you quit a job that many people were dreaming of?
Being Kierson’s secretary does not only focus on the chains of businesses but also includes the illegal businesses they had in the underworld that even the government officials could not reach.
In fact, Harvey knew that the Law firm that Kierson was planning to build does not focus on helping the greater good. It was designed to catch the syndicates and mafias who stole the people of Clientes Esclavos by fabricating evidence that would indict those people. But even though they don’t fabricate the evidence, the crimes of the syndicate and mafias and their involvement with Wayne Emerson were enough to put them behind bars.
But Kierson doesn’t want them to be in jail. He was aiming for the death penalty and such a goal might be hard to attain but it still was possible.
“I hate them too,” Kierson stated and laughed.
Harvey snorted. “You’re one of them,” he stated.
“You said you hated a multi-millionaire. I am a multi-billionaire,” Kierson pointed out.
Harvey sighed deeply. “I sometimes wonder how that tiny brain of yours works.”
Kierson laughed out loud. He slid his phone into his pants pocket. “Enough of this. We need to go,” he said.
Harvey followed.
After a few minutes of driving, they arrived at the building of J&V corporate.
The employees were busy working in their office work but immediately stood when they saw them pass by. The employee knows Harvey's face as he was in the secretarial position of the most powerful family in their country. He was always with the Master of the Ferrer estate.
Then if the secretary was here, it would be natural if the Master of the Ferrer was with him.
All of the office workers were enthusiastic to see the Master but they could not even take a peek at Kierson’s face as he was surrounded by some stocky men. They all sighed in disappointment.
Harvey who saw it all tilted his head. “What good would this world offer them if they see the cursed face of my boss?” he whispered.
Kierson heard what Harvey said. He laid his arms on Harvey’s neck. “Such eyes would be blessed.”
Harvey grinned. “I doubt that.”
They both entered the conference hall with Kierson, not removing his arms on Harvey’s neck.
Harvey tapped Kierson’s arms. “Arms off before I dismember it on your body.”
Kierson laughed heartily. “You’re making me wonder why Kier likes you.”
Harvey punched Kierson’s stomach which made Kierson curl up in pain.
“Fuck! That fucking hurt!” Kierson said, out of breath.
Harvey chuckled. “You deserve that, fucking Master.”
Kierson immediately sat at the vacant seat without looking at the person beside him as he was curled up in pain. Harvey punched him so hard that he felt like his stomach churned up.
“Are you okay?” the man beside him asked.
Kierson gave a wry smile. “I was punched that my guts felt it was going to burst in half and you’re asking me if I am okay? What a dumb question to ask,” he said. “But thank you for asking a dumb question anyway.”
The man beside him sighed. “Look, Jerson…”
Kierson looked at the man beside him. It was Van and the person next to him was Alec.
Kierson was shocked to see them in A city. He did not expect they were bound to meet this early. He was stupefied but he hid it behind his smile. “I'm sorry to burst your bubble too early, but I think you mispronounced my name," Kierson stated. “It’s Kierson, not Jerson.”
Van bit his lip. He couldn’t be wrong. From head to toe, it was the Jerson he knew. Although the person beside him was really different when it comes to attitude, he was sure that he was the person they lost that night.
“I believe all of us are here, let’s start this meeting.”
Kierson brushed his hair and started playing with the pen in his hand. Seeing them put him in a foul mood. They were the last person he wanted to see.
Meeting them might distract him and it was distracting him at the moment.
In this kind of predicament, Kierson was still thankful. Vishnu wasn't with them. He might go insane if he sees Vishnu.
“Oh, the Director reported that he’ll attend this meeting. Mr. Ferrer, if you don’t mind, can we wait for the Director?”
Jerson tilted his head and looked at the man in front. “And who might that person be?”
“Director Vishnu de Oliveira.”