Jace the centibillion heir

Chapter 9

The security guard was lost, he couldn't pinpoint what his boss was talking about with a loose being.

"Alright, that's fine. Please follow me to my office." Mr. Torry declared gently. He shoved his hand to the direction of his office. Jace followed him till the security could no longer have a view of him.

Just then, Elsy made her entry. While entering, she spotted someone in the back view entering Mr. Torry's office. The person wore the same clothes as Jace.

"Would that be Jace entering Mr. Torry's office? Nope, he isn't the one. He has no authority to walk into Mr. Torry's office like that." She thought. She was surprised when she saw a tattered fellow walking into the man's office. This lightened up a smile on her face as she thought her married status was going to save a spot for them.

"Mr. Jace Winston, I'm sorry for allowing your outfit to suspect you weren't the new master. Please would you put this at the back of your mind?" Mr. Torry asked. When he received the call a while ago, he thought the new master was going to put on an expensive suit to show up himself. Unfortunately, he was wearing bargain clothes.

"That's okay, I bear no grudges against you." Jace said politely.

"I heard you received a request from the Bradleys demanding a partnership."

"Yes, Sir. One of their family members is out waiting to present the letter." Mr. Torry said plainly.

"Ask the security guard to throw her out. You wouldn't sign the contract with anyone. You should call the old lady of the family and let her know we are going to bargain with Amelia Bradley. She is the only one we would want to discuss this with."

"Mr. Winston, Mrs. Elsy is the right person for this contract, her company has gained a lot of followers in the last two years, coupled with the prestigious family she is married into. Whereas Amelia Bradley is on the edge of crashing, I heard she even got married to a loser. Her profile won't be beneficial to us. Signing a contract with her modelling company is more like throwing money through the window." Mr. Torry said plainly. He didn't even notice the loser he talked about was actually the same man standing in front of him.

"You would do as I say except you want to get fired." Jace slammed the table angrily.

"Okay, okay sir. I would do that immediately. He said while shivering.

"One more thing, no one should know about my identity of being the new president. I think Corry already told you this before. I'm just reminding you." Jace reached out to the doorknob and banged the door behind him. He passed through the behind door to avoid Elsy laying her eyes on him. It was indeed successful as she didn't figure out he was in the area.

He returned home and took a seat in the living room, it was time for his football show. He could now have a relaxed brain after knowing every order he passed out was working as he planned.

He heard someone bang on the door brutally, he knew that was Elsy. 

"Hey, you are back already?" Looking at the expression on her face, he did everything to prevent himself from bursting into laughter.

"How does that concern you?" She growled at him.

"You were surely rejected the contract. I'm sure the security guards kicked you out and told you to never show yourself around their company." Jace declared.

Elsy wondered how Jace knew about all that. She was actually kicked out and she was warned to never show herself around their surroundings. She suddenly remembered the person she saw from the back entering Mr. Torry's office some hours back. She looked again at Jace, he was wearing the same clothes and shoes. Was it a coincidence or was there something she was missing?

Jace quickly left for the kitchen when he heard Granny Modella's husky footsteps.

"I always thought you were the best granddaughter I had until now. How could you fail to secure us a deal with Storm? To think I had figured out how I was going to sign a deal with them." Granny Modella cursed beneath her lips.

"Granny, I promise you that I had these figured out, I was going to convince them to sign it. I don't know what happened. I'm sure Jace is behind this." She said, disturbance mixed in her tone.

"Jace? What does that motherf*cker got to do with an important issue such as this?" Granny Modealla asked nervously.

"I know you won't understand me, but it's the truth. Jace has a hand in what happened a while ago." Elsy said honestly.

"You are very stupid. I just realised it was an error for me placing you on my top list. I would rather stick to Amelia. She seems stupid, but she is more intelligent than you are. After securing you a rich husband, you can't even use that influence and secure us a simple deal. Get your a$$ out of my sight before I curse you." Granny Modella said with anger coursing beneath her soul.

Jace who was behind the kitchen door didn't stop laughing. It was funny how a lady would prefer influence compared to her family. A few days back she told Amelia she was very stupid and was an idiot because she refused to follow her advice. The advice of divorcing Jace for Daryl. She trusted Elsy with the deal because she knew the kind of family she was married into was going to help secure the contract for her company.

Now things didn't work out as she planned, Instead of accepting her failure, she was now cursing her granddaughter, ready to go back to the same one she called stupid some days back.

"Granny, I beg to take my leave now." Elsy said with tears filled in her eyes. It was such a disappointment for her seeing her granny talk to her with such disdain.

"Make sure you wipe those crocodile tears." Granny Modella said boldly. Her quest for power made her use slang that wasn't appropriate.

Jace who was happy hearing them tearing up suddenly felt pity towards Elsy.

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Amelia was in her office comfortably seated when she received a call from her granny. She sat upright before wiping her eyes with the back of her palm, again she saw it was her granny's number on her phone screen. Why was she calling? Was it to pour out insults on her as she did the other day?

"Hello," Amelia said over the phone.

"The last offspring of the Bradleys, the most pretty young lady in Madrid, how is your day going?" Granny Modella's voice was soft and seductive. 

"I-I'm fine, granny." Amelia said, her voice growing softer.

"Good to hear. I have good news for you, but we will discuss that when you get home. Have a nice day, my world." Those were the last words of her granny before she disconnected the call.

Ever since Amelia got married to Jace, her granny hasn't stopped calling her stupid. Today is the first time in months she ever called her line, talkless of praising her.