Secretly The Billionaire Boss

Chapter 13: Fake cheque

Grey stared harder at the list but he couldn't avoid the dirty stare that the secretary was giving him as if he was some sort of bug.

He ignored her. He was supposed to act undercover anyways. He stared harder at the list and realized that some were starred. 

He looked up at the secretary and she turned around quickly to avoid his gaze. 

"The starring_," he dragged, really not interested in explaining.

"Those stars mean that we don't have a vacancy for it," she turned around again and faked a smile. " Will you like coffee or tea?"

Grey ignored her as well and felt her body go rigid. She seemed to have gotten angry.

"I will be the manager," he said finally and placed the file on the table to look up at the secretary.

"But," she started, with a dark frown on her face. "You saw that it was occupied already."

"Yes, I did. I asked you," he said softly.

" So, why occupy a position that has been occupied? Are you going to demote the employee?"

Grey watched her for a moment and stared down at the list, then back at her. "Were you the one that handed me this list right now? I seemed to have forgotten."

Jane studied him for a moment. " I have you the list but_," she was cut off by Grey.

"Miss position_," he started innocently.

"Jane," she corrected quickly, angry at his lack of hindsight.

Grey nodded quickly, not really interested in her name. He knew that she doesn't love him and he doesn't even love her ass.

"You brought the list. There must be a reason why you did. I sincerely don't want to know the reason," he stood up. " I've just selected what I wanted." 

Jane regarded him for a moment. "Very well then Mr. Grey. I will need to collect some of your information. And your office will be ready tomorrow," she gave his clothes a deep scrutiny but she didn't dare talk.

Grey nodded again and finally left the company. Smith wanted outside when he got out. Though, he wondered what he was doing there at that moment.

Exhaling a relief sigh outside the company, Grey knew that he needed some things as the new manager. He would need to get some suits and perhaps change his phone as well.

And that would also mean touching the money that Alfred had given him.

He got home in no time and took the cheque. His in-laws were around. So, Grey knew he would have to sleep over at Robinson's house that night as well. The sad thing was that he might have to sleep at the servant quarter again.

Well, he needed to prove to his in-laws that he was the best son-in-law ever.

The bank wasn't far away. In fact, everyone at the bank knew him very well because he was always making deliveries for them.

Aside from that, the next thing he realized was that they were used to being partial. And they would always talk down to him at any time they desired to.

It was something Grey had to get used to, to survive of course.

"Look who we've got here," Peter teased. He was actually the number one nemesis of Grey. He was a banker and well, the main man around here. He wasn't a millionaire but he was rich on average and of good looks.

Though, he was still no match for Grey's handsomeness. What Grey needed was money.

"Hi," Grey reciprocated and walked closer with the cheque in his hand.

"Why aren't you with your uniform today?" Jessica teased and glanced up at him.

Grey tried not to waver as he walked closer to Peter. "I need to withdraw some money."

"On the counter?" Peter raised skeptical brows. Grey stared and didn't even reply. " Do you know that only a huge amount of money is withdrawn on the counter?"

" I'm not withdrawing here_," he stated but was immediately cut off by Jessica's shriek of laughter.

" Grey is always funny, are you just aware?" She looked back at the customer in front of her.

Grey looked at Jessica, then back at Peter. "I'm demanding to see your manager because my money is too huge to be settled on the counter," he muttered.

" Is this Walt Disney?" Peter laughed again. "You are fucking making me laugh. I haven't really laughed this morning," he teased even harder.

Grey felt another stab of annoyance. People were always downgrading him wherever he went. It was like they never saw anything good in him.

No, they were just too blind to see that he was Hercules.

"Peter, get me to the manager's office or I will find my way right there!" He threatened lightly.

“No need. Just let me check your cheque, I don’t want to get myself trouble if you’re playing with us.” Peter sartized.

“Go ahead. Just keep your mouth shut.” Grey responded.

Peter took the cheque to his position, although he knew it was impossible that Grey had such big amount of money, he should check it.

“Ah Ha! An account can’t be found? Definitely a fake one!” Peter shouted, it was impossible that he had no authority to find this account, so the only possibility was the cheque was fake.

He knew Grey was a loser since the day that he started working as a delivery man. He even heard that he was an orphan. So, Peter could never think high of him for a bit.

“Now, is there anything to say, loser?” Peter smirked, waited for a moment and tore the cheque into pieces.