Mrs Xavier

Xavier 's pov 

"Mr Xavier." my secretary calls as soon as I step out of the elevator.

"good morning Mr Xavier." she greets, earning a nod from me.

I sigh when I realise I have forgotten her name, again, not that I care.

This is business.

"Mr Xavier your father called." Mrs no name secretary says as I walk to my office.

"what did he say." I ask eyes forward.

" he requested to see you."  she  adds.

"and why." I ask Coldly and professionally. 

"that he didn't say." she replies almost immediately.

"but he did say it's important." she quickly added jogging to keep up with my pace. 

I stop and, stared into space. 

"cancel my schedules for today." I order before slamming the door behind me.

I hope it's worth it.

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I parked my car in front of my parent's  mansion and hop out, tossing my key to the butler before making my way inside, and towards my dad's office.  

"you requested to see me".   I ask rhetorically as I barge into the office taking a sit opposite him.    

He set the file he was reading on the table and adjusted his glasses.

Just like the old man he is.

"It wasn't me your mom wanted  to see you"he scowls holding his hands up in surrender.   

Mom?

"what." I utter completely shocked "she is back." 

"yes." he reply then fix his gaze behind me.    

My body turned stiff at the sound of heels clicking.  

oh no.. Not again....

"You little douchbag." Mom yelled as she pulled me off the chair with my ear.

It there's anybody I am scared of its mom, and my sisters 'the devil themselves'.

"Ouch "I squeak in pain.

"Hey mom" I say smiling trying to avoid what I know is coming.

"Don't you dare hey me young man. " She snarls then release my ear "You  didn't even called "

"sorry mom, I was busy." I apologise. 

"Sorry." She snorts.  "You weren't the one who had to go to Florida to attend to a fucking  business deal." She snap.

"Language hon.... "Dad scolds, mom glares at him making him shut up midway.

That lady is one hell of a beast when she's mad.

"And you have to start attending business related parties, I can't keep doing it for you."

"but mom." I whine.

"You have been avoiding it for too long " she responds. "How ate you going to win new clients, if you don't even want to meet them."

"I can have someone attend to represent me." I reasoned hopefully.

"No "she reply sternly "I don't care how you are going to do it, get a 'p. a' or something, or am calling your sisters on you "she hollers as she makes her way out of the office.

Oh no.

Those girls almost made me model a thong.

Yes they almost made this cold CEO model a thong.

Then 'p. a' it is.

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Pari's   pov