Reincarnated Trillionaire Tycoon

The Boss

Zen woke up to breakfast in bed. He stretched, yawning and then immediately closing his mouth when he realized that it reeked of bad breath. He sighed and massaged the middle of his head.

“I suppose the perks of an old man includes bad breath.” He muttered to himself.

A raucous laughter filled the room. He turned and saw that Emma was standing at the door, watching him. He relaxed back into the bed, watching her. His resurrection made him see life a different way. Sure, an old man point of view, but different nevertheless. Emma smiled at him and closed the door after she left. She was dressed in a black dress and a stunning red lipstick. Sighing, he looked to the food beside him.

He never imagined that she would go through any length to serve him food, but she did. It was toast bread and milk, a very simple breakfast. Then he glanced to his right and saw that he’d overslept.

Shit.

Zen bounced of bed, and he nearly toppled on his face in the process. He steadied his foot and stood upright, then inhaled sharply. There were so many disadvantages of being in an old man’s body and worse, still new in the body. He constantly seemed to forget that he was not as young and vibrant as he should.

Instead of running to the bathroom, Zen took slow, pained steps. He began to wonder if his ankles twisted as he stood up from bed, and then realized that the old man may have had… there used to be a name for that condition… he would have to settle with joint problems since he doesn’t remember the name of the condition. Whatever it was, it only occurred in old people.

Shutting the thoughts from his head, Zen quickly showered and ate breakfast as he dressed. He wondered if Emma was keeping away because the old man hadn’t treated her right and kept some very strict boundaries. Still, her reaction was more of shock that he was alive not pleasure. Anyways, he concluded that she was just a small piece in the puzzle and was relatively unimportant. For what’s worth, her not being clingy to him was a blessing in disguise.

The doorbell rang.

He automatically knew it was Ariel. At the back of his mind, he knew that Ariel often came in the morning to send him to work. He quickly gulped down his milk and snatched a bow tie from the wardrobe.

“Coming!” he said when the doorbell rang again.

Who knew that the old man’s wardrobe would be superb? Sure, most of the clothes were dusty and unclean, but nothing a new washing won’t do.

“Good morning sir,” Ariel said with a practiced smile on her face. “You look dashing this morning.”

“I do, don’t I?” He was glad that she could at least notice the style in him.

“Yes, but there is just a little fudge here…” she reached out with a hand and swiped a single finger at the corner of his lips.

Her finger came back with the smudge of milk that was at his lips. Zen smiled, then hurriedly tied his bow while he licked his lips, making sure she saw him. Ariel rolled her eyes and went around to sit on the front driver’s seat. Zen sat at the passenger side with a smile on his face. He knew that the old man had flirted with Ariel so much so that she was sick of it.

“You need to employ the working hands today,” she said to him as she started the car. “But before that, how was the first night with your wife?”

“Bland and uninteresting,” he replied with a suggestive smirk.

Ariel huffed her breath. He nearly laughed; he was getting bolder day by day and she thought she’d escaped it.

“I’m not sure you have Daniel Saint’s memories and feelings but I hope you do not have any funny ideas. I can be extreme when I want to,” Ariel warned.

Somehow, he knew she was different. He supposed he would have to be trying subtly without directly putting it on her face.

“I brought in a number of candidates,” she continued. “And you will need to have a personal assistant when this is all done because I cannot convey you everywhere. Can you drive?”

“What?”

“Can you drive, Zen? It’s not you in that body and as such, your mannerisms would be different. Can you drive?”

“Uh… sort of?”

“So you cannot drive. I’m going to have to hire a driver who can act as a caterer and ring your bell every morning.”

“I can do without the ringing of bell,” he pointed out.

“Yeah. I’m most certain that you do not. However, some workers are on sites awaiting your instruction.”

“That fast?” he asked, disbelief marring his voice.

“Yes, Zen, that much. To others, you are Daniel Saint, so please take note of that.”

“Of course, thank you, Ariel.”

“You’re very much welcome.” She suddenly stopped the car.

Zen looked out the window and saw that they’d arrived at the location. He was so focused on her words and reckless driving that he hadn’t even noticed she’d reached. There were about 50 people on site, which was well… spectacular.

“Your workers await you,” her voice hinted in the background. “With that number, I’m sure we’ll be done in a month?”

Zen looked back at her. “A month?”

“Or two, depending on how consistent they are and how you force them to labor.”

He paused for a moment before asking. “How do I act with them, Ariel? How do I show that I am the boss?”

After all, he wasn’t the boss in his own world. He was the worker, even lowly than that. He was beneath dirt. Ariel seemed to read between the lines. She brushed a hand on his cheeks and smiled a bit.

“You must be the boss, Zen. You must be Daniel Saint. You must take charge, do you understand?”

He nodded. Yes, he completely understood.