Chapter 2: Fake C.E.O

Limelight Designs stood proudly in all her glory, almost touching the sky. I'd heard of grandma's company, but she never allowed me to visit. She always said that you never bring your home life to work and vice versa. She always believed in balance.

I stood in front of the company's entrance with my hands clutched together in front of me. The pristine white suit hugging my curvaceous frame suddenly felt improper. I looked down at my caramel coloured hands, lifting them to hastily pat my brown, curly hair which was slicked into a cute up do with a claw clip.

I sighed. What would they think of me? Do I actually look the part?

Shaking the thoughts out of my head, I lifted my chin and confidently entered the company's wide glass doors to a huge light pink lobby. It was spacious, filled with luxury designer couches, a white fluffy carpet and pictures of my Grandma Rosie's designs.

I smiled. This was all mine now. I'd be damned if I let Gino's wife get her grubby little hands on it.

I walked up to the reception area, the curve desk shaped like a tilde catching my eye. So unique. The man at the reception looked up as soon as I was close enough.

He was fairly handsome with bright green eyes, a crooked nose and long locks slicked up into a man bun. He raised a singular, thick eyebrow at me.

"I'm Miss Jones," I smiled warmly, "The new C.E.O?"

The man scrunched his nose and gave me a once over, "You? I highly doubt that ma'am. Mrs Jones came in early this morning."

I chuckled nervously, reaching for my badge, "That's impossible. I'm here now."

The man rolled his eyes before trailing them back to his computer. He waved his hand at me as if to shoo me away, but I didn't. I held out my badge instead.

"This is my badge, sir. It clearly shows her that I am the C.E.O. Just—"

"Ma'am, that badge is clearly a fake. Mr. Jones and his wife are the only new C.E.Os I know about so unless you have the deceased Madam Rosie's signature stating you are the C.E.O, I will have to ask security to escort you out."

My jaw fell open. How did I not think that Kelsey would do something like this. I let out a ragged breath and turned my back to the man. He was so handsome now with that attitude. Why was he so rude?

I pulled out my phone, running through my contact list until I found the name I was looking for. Grandma Rosie had given me his number before she passed, insisting I'll know when to call him. I guess now is just that time.

Director Holmes' number rang only for a second before he answered.

"Gia Jones?" he asked stoically.

"Yes, Mr. Holmes. Grandma gave me your number."

"Ah, yes. Condolences to you and your family dear. I already know the situation at hand right now."

My eyes widened and my shoulders dropped slightly, a sort of relief washing over me.

"You do?" I whispered in amazement.

Director Holmes laughed bitterly, "Of course I do. Your brother and his mannerless wife are up here throwing a fit because they're not allowed in your office. You come right on up, my dear."

"But the receptionist—"

"Don't mind, Jordan. I'll deal with him. The elevator to the left leads to your office."

"Okay Mr. Holmes, thank you."

"No problem, little lady."

As the click of call ending rang in my ears, I swivelled on my heels and marched toward the elevator I'd been instructed to take. I caught Jordan glancing at me as I passed his desk, his face as white as a sheet ghost.

I guess Mr. Holmes' message got to him.

The elevator was just as fancy as the lobby. It was tall and wide enough to fit at least 10 people. Inside the walls were gold and pink and the floor was also carpetted.

It was a smooth ride upwards, and before I knew it the doors opened to the sight of Kelsey screaming at someone. The poor man looked like he was about to shit himself.

I marched toward the scene, pushing past my brother and his wife to stand beside the unknown man. He instantly cowered behind me as the shouting stopped. Kelsey shot me a murderous look. Gino, like always just started blankly.

"What are you doing here?" she hissed, "We both know that you won't fulfill grandma's final wish. This company rightfully belongs to us!"

I blinked and smirked at her, "Kelsey, I should have known you'd pull a stunt like this."

She narrowed her eyes, shooting daggers at me. If looks could kill, I'd be dead.

"Gia, please, just let Kelsey sit in, today," Gino begged.

I scoffed, "No, Gino. Grandma left the company to me."

I tuned to Kelsey, giving her a once over, "And as for you, I have a date later, so I'm at least one step closer to fulfilling grandma's request."

With that I entered my office and called security to escort my brother and his wife out.

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