The West's Secret Heir

Chapter Eight

Davide looked at the board of directors and accepted their apology in a composed manner. 

His eyes wavered between their faces, expecting to see a glint of familiarity in their eyes, but they didn't seem to know him.

'They don't know me?' He scoffed and his gaze drifted to Zeta. 

Zeta's lips widened as she smiled at Davide. She held Davide's hand, "Let's go." 

Davide stared at her for a moment, and sighed. When he looked at the board of directors, the confusion on their faces seemed to have worsen seeing Zeta was holding his hand but none said a word.

They entered the elevator, heading to the 54th floor which was the highest floor in the building. 

Within minutes, the elevator opened.

 Seeing how big and exorbitant the plaza was, a sudden rush of doubt rushed through Davide's spine. 

His heart thumped faster, and his mind was a whirlwind of emotions. He couldn't believe that he was now the owner of the biggest company in the city.

 Excitement, fear, and a sense of overwhelming responsibility battled for dominance within him.

Zeta led Davide into the board room, at the highest floor of the building.

The directors entered and each took a seat from the thirty empty spaces of chairs, about fifteen on each role.

The middle table was long and wide. Each director waited for Zeta as she walked to the only seat in the middle of both sides.

Zeta stepped forward, hesitating for a moment, she finally addressed them. "I'm pleased to introduce Davide West, the heir to all West's businesses."

The directors was shocked, they looked at Davide with surprise and curiosity, whispering among themselves. 

Their murmurs filled the entire room.

Davide could feel their eyes on him, and he took a deep breath, trying to project confidence.

He loosen the tie on his shirt, as he swallowed. 

Zeta turned to Davide, her grip on his hand tightening as she spoke softly, "Davide, this company now belongs to you."

Davide felt a jolt of shock run through him. He knew that this company was one of the biggest in the city, but he never imagined he would be the owner. He looked around the boardroom, filled with directors who were now looking at him expectantly. The weight of the responsibility sank in, and he felt a mix of emotions surging within him.

"I... I don't know what to say," Davide stammered. "This is overwhelming."

Zeta smiled reassuringly at him, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Just say anything, Davide."

Davide nodded, taking a deep breath to steady himself. He looked at the directors, who were still murmuring among themselves, and whispered to Zeta-

"Do I have to say anything?" 

Zeta chuckled, "No, you don't."

A sigh of relief escaped Davide's lips, he felt out of place, and his suit weren't at all up to the quality of the directors' expensive suits. 

One of the directors spoke up, his voice tinged with skepticism. "But he's just a young man. Can he handle such a big company?"

Zeta stepped in, her tone firm. "He's the rightful heir to the West's businesses, shouldn't we put our trust in him?" 

Davide's mind went wild, as he thought about what the director asked. Truly, he doubt he would be able to handle the company.

He haven't worked in his life. He doesn't know anything about running a company, and business as big as the West's, only made him doubt his abilities.

Davide looked around the boardroom, feeling the weight of the director's skeptical gaze. He knew he lacked experience and knowledge about running a company as big as West's, and the doubts gnawed at him. He turned to Zeta, seeking her guidance.

"Do I have to be the CEO?" he asked in a hesitant voice. "I'm not sure if I'm ready for this."

Zeta smiled reassuringly at him. "You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, Davide. It's your decision."

After a moment of consideration, Davide took a deep breath and spoke up. "I appreciate the trust that you all have in me, but I don't think I'm ready to take on the role of CEO just yet. I believe it would be wiser for me to start as an employee here, to gain some experience and familiarize myself with the company."

The directors looked surprised, but Zeta nodded in agreement. "That's a wise decision, Davide," she said, her voice filled with pride.

The tension in the room eased, and some of the directors nodded in approval. 

"I would like to work in the business department," Davide continued. "I want to understand the operations of the company from the ground up."

The directors exchanged looks, and after a brief discussion, they agreed to Davide's request. 

"Very well," one of the directors said, speaking on behalf of the others. "We appreciate your honesty and humility, Davide. You can start as an employee in the business department."

Zeta, and the HR assistant, quickly prepared Davide's documents as he had requested to go to the HR department alone to get a sense of the real environment of the company.

 Davide took the documents and made his way to the HR office, feeling a sense of anticipation mixed with nervousness.

He knocked on the door, and the woman inside looked up from her cell phone, her impatience evident in her tone as she responded, "What do you want?"

Davide frowned, and opened the door. He walked inside and the woman's brows furrowed.

"Who said you could enter?" She yelled at him. 

Davide's chest tightened in anger, as he stare at the woman in front of him. He dug his nails into his palm, trying to calm his nerves.

"I'm Davide, the new hire," he introduced himself, trying to maintain a professional demeanor despite the woman's dismissive attitude.

The woman checked her schedule with a frown and shook her head. "I don't have any record of your arrival. Are you sure you're supposed to be here?"

Davide frowned, feeling his frustration rise. "Yes, I was told to come here to complete my onboarding process."

The woman sneered, thinking Davide must be trying to pull a fast one. "Hmm, well, I don't see your name on my schedule. Are you sure you're not some kind of fraud?"

Davide took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "Maybe you should check your email. There might be a confirmation there."

The woman rolled her eyes, taking offense at Davide's suggestion. "Are you trying to teach me how to do my job?"

Just then, her phone rang, interrupting their exchange. She answered the call and listened intently, her expression changing as she realized her mistake. "Okay, I see. Thanks for letting me know." She hung up the phone and begrudgingly asked for Davide's documents.