Chapter 27\u00a0<\/p>\n
Oliver\u2019s POV\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stood by our apartment door, watching Mommy check her appearance one last time in the hallway mirror. She smoothed down her pencil skirt and adjusted her blazer, looking professional but nervous.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u2018Do I look okay, Oliver?\u2018 she asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her eat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou look perfect, Mommy! I assured her, bouncing on my toes. \u201cThe most beautiful and smartest designer ever!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you, sweetie.\u201d She smiled, kneeling down to my level and kissing my forehead. Wish me luck!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ll do great, Mommy! They\u2019ll love you!\u201d I said, giving her my biggest smile and two thumbs up as she stood up to open the door.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As soon as she disappeared in my view, I dropped my smile and looked at my smart watch. I pressed the side button twice.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHunter? It\u2019s time. Come get me now. Operation Make Mommy Happy is starting.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Within five minutes, a sleek black car pulled up, and Hunter emerged, opening the door for me. \u201cYoung Master, your car awaits.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I climbed into the backseat, immediately pulling out my tablet. \u201cDrive fast, Hunter. We need to get to Nest Design\u2019s executive offices before Mommy finishes\u00a0<\/p>\n
her interview.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As Hunter navigated through Chicago\u2019s morning traffic, I reviewed my notes. Getting an apartment near Mommy\u2019s had been brilliant. It made everything so\u00a0<\/p>\n
much easier.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHunter, what position is Mommy interviewing for?\u201d I asked, even though I already knew.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAccording to the job listing, it\u2019s for a junior designer position.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I scoffed, feeling indignant. \u201cJunior? That\u2019s ridiculous! She should be at least a director.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hunter\u2019s eyes met mine in the rearview mirror. \u201cThe starting salary is $60,000 per year.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My jaw dropped. \u201cIt\u2019s not enough for Mommy! She needs a nice apartment in Gold Coast, not that old building with the creaky elevator. And she needs pretty clothes and good food, not those frozen dinners.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I crossed my arms, my mind made up. \u2018She should be a Design Director with at least $100,000. No, make it $200,000.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYoung Master, with all due respect, these decisions usually involve consideration of experience, qualifications-\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHunter,\u201d I interrupted, using my serious voice, \u201cMommy is the best designer ever. She makes beautiful things and explains them so even I understand. She works harder than anyone, and she\u2019s kind. That matters more than\u2026 than\u2026 qualifications.\u201d I pronounced the last word carefully, proud I remembered it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hunter sighed but nodded. \u2018We\u2019ve arrived.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The Nest Design headquarters stood tall and gleaming, all glass and steel. As we walked through the lobby, I noticed everything\u2013the awards lining the walls, the modern furniture, the busy people in fancy clothes typing on computers or talking importantly on phones.\u00a0<\/p>\n
3:57 pm M\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 27\u00a0<\/p>\n
The receptionist looked confused when she saw me. \u2018Hello there, little one. Are you lost?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stood tall, channeling my father\u2019s confidence. \u2018I\u2019m Oliver, and I have an appointment with Mr. Thomas Coleman.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh! I\u2019m sorry, I wasn\u2019t informed of any appointment with\u2026 with a little boy.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s because it\u2019s confidential,\u201d I said importantly. \u201cPlease call Mr. Thomas Coleman immediately.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Five minutes later, I was sitting in a large conference room, my legs dangling from a chair too tall for me. The door opened, and a distinguished\u2013looking\u00a0<\/p>\n
man in his forties entered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Thomas Coleman\u2019s face fell slightly when he saw me. He was our old butler\u2019s nephew who had visited our estate last Christmas, and that single visit had apparently left him with significant psychological trauma.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYoung Master Oliver?\u201d Thomas looked genuinely alarmed. \u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat, I\u2019m not allowed to visit?\u201d I tilted my chin up haughtily, mimicking my brother Aiden\u2019s posture when he spoke to subordinates.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo\u2013I mean, of course you\u2019re welcome,\u201d Thomas stammered, dabbing at beads of sweat forming on his forehead. \u201cWhat I meant was, Young Mr. Sterling\u2019s visit brings great honor to our humble company. Would you like some juice or milk? I could-\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCut the fake pleasantries.\u201d I interrupted, settling into the chair with all the authority I could muster. \u201cI have business to discuss. Who\u2019s currently your\u00a0<\/p>\n
Senior Design Director?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Thomas shifted nervously. \u201cThat would be Patricia Lawson. Did you\u2026 want to meet her?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMove her to another position, I declared coldly, my short legs barely reaching the floor beneath the conference table. \u201cI have a new candidate for you to\u00a0<\/p>\n
appoint as Director.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Thomas\u2019s eyelid visibly twitched. \u201cYoung Mr. Sterling, senior management changes require your father\u2019s signature. I don\u2019t have the authority to-\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you think I\u2019m a three\u2013year\u2013old who doesn\u2019t understand anything?\u201d I scoffed. \u201cDaddy told me that Nest Design will be mine to run someday. If you won\u2019t\u00a0<\/p>\n
listen to me now, once I take control, you\u2019ll be the first person I fire!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Thomas looked utterly miserable. I almost felt bad for him\u2013almost.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOne more thing!\u201d I stood up, hands on my hips. \u201cIf you dare tell Daddy about this meeting, you\u2019re finished! Remember what happened with Mr. Squawks?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
unconsciously touching his head where my parrot had yanked off his toupee during his Christmas visit. \u201cHow could I forget?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u2018I still have the video, I mentioned casually. \u201cAria thought it was hilarious. She wanted to post it on her social media.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOliver,\u201d Thomas sighed, \u201ceven if I wanted to help, there are procedures. The candidate you\u2019re suggesting\u2013who is it anyway?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCedar Wright, I announced, \u201cShe\u2019s interviewing today for a junior position. She\u2019s my mommy, and I need you to make her the Design Director.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
.Thomas blinked several times. \u201cYour\u2026 mommy? Oliver, I don\u2019t understand.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t need to understand,\u201d I said firmly. \u201cYou just need to do it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
*There isn\u2019t a director position currently open, Thomas tried explaining. \u201cAnd qualifications must be considered, experience\u2014*\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 27\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMake a position!\u201d I insisted. \u201cI know you can do that.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Thomas rubbed his temples. \u2018I\u2026 I will try.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Thomas glanced at his watch and stood up suddenly. \u201cI need to go now, Master Oliver. The candidate interviews are scheduled to begin at ten, and your\u2026 mother is among them. I should personally handle this.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay!\u201d I couldn\u2019t help the smile that spread across my face. This was working out perfectly!\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll return in about thirty minutes with the results, young Master, Thomas continued, straightening his tie. \u201cPlease make yourself comfortable in my office while you wait. If you need anything, just press this button here to call my secretary. She can bring you a snack or drink.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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