by Claire Adams
BILLIONAIRE’S AMNESIA
By Claire Adams
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2017 Claire Adams
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Chapter 1
Elijah
I pushed the revolving door. The room was immediately silent like a lamb before the slaughter. I love how I can do that. With ownership presence and the overpowering ability to command real silence, that’s what I had over all of them. They were all my unsuspecting sheep ready and willing to take the path I set for them, whenever I wanted and the did whatever I asked. I have way too much power over these minions, but I like playing with them. It was fun.
Because I’m the assertive Harryionaire Elijah Elliot Hanson. Owner of the biggest Fortune 250 company this side of New York. Master of Logistics and a straight shooter all the way. I don’t accept anything less than what I expect from myself. There’s Jeff and Stan and Gary and Louise, all immediately in a hush as I enter the office making an impression. They can talk and fuck around in their own time, not mine. I have a reputation to maintain.
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I headed to the shipping office. I needed to get away from these pricks for a moment.
I fancied having a little fun, when I got there, Tompkins was there waiting for the elevator, and he was a real ass kisser. I could make him look like a real dick in front of the other staff.
The elevator opened and we all entered, the doors closed and the silence ensued us.
I spoke, “Tompkins.”
“Yes Sir," he replied nervously.
“Push the button.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Did you finish that report?” I asked.
“Yes Sir, I did.”
“Did you make sure it was correct?”
“Yes Sir,” he replied again.
“Did you get laid last night?”
“Yes Sir, um, oh dear,” he said as he buried his head in his hands.
The rest of the staff giggled as Tompkins went a blood-red color, he bowed his head and backed himself into the corner in retreat.
The elevator reached the fourth floor, the doors opened, and I stood to wait for the rest of the staff to leave. I casually walked out from the elevator and stood there as I pondered. I decided to have a brief walk around the shipping department and see what was happening. Everyone was busy responding to online requests or on the phone, so I randomly stopped behind one or two of them while they were on the phone and listened.
How many of them seemed to develop a stutter when I was around? It was fun but not very good for business, and I was being childish, even though I did like it.
I headed toward my office, and I could see Kendall by her desk, she was hot, very fucking hot. But at the end of the day, who was she? She was just a new starter who had been in the business for about a month or more and had proved to be a pretty good asset.
I leaned over her desk. “Anything happening, Kendall?” I asked as the doors swung back and closed behind me.
“No, no calls,” she replied.
“So, what have you been doing all morning?” I asked in my cheekiest tone.
“Um, I had reports to file, and meeting notes from yesterday to type up,” she said nervously.
“Ah, right, just checking,” I grinned as I eyed her tits.
“You dating anyone?” I asked as I noticed her full breasts.
“Er, not at the moment. Why do you ask?” She bit her top lip, and my cock twitched, growing thick and hard.
“Just checking, testing the water about whether to take you out or not,” I answered as I asserted my control.
“Is that wise? I mean, we work at the same place… It could be awkward.”
“When you are me, there is a simple solution. I could just fire you and then ask you out,” I said as I smiled.
I could see Kendall look at me with confusion, she had no idea if I would do that or not just to date her. For anyone who knew me, they would know, of course, I would do that. And fuck, Kendall was really hot and worth firing just to get her into bed. But there were also other hot chicks who came to the office every day; there was no shortage of volunteers.
I moved from her and entered my office and asked Kendall to get me a coffee when she returned. I thought I would test her, and see how far I could push her.
“So, Kendall, you want to go on a date?” I asked probingly.
“I, um, I would have to think about it,” she replied.
“Well, do that then. Think about it and let me know, okay?” I replied in my obvious tone.
Kendall returned to her desk, glancing back and casting an odd small smile toward me. I wondered if she was the clingy type, one good night and then they thought they were in a relationship.
Fuck that!
The elevator opened, and I saw a few faces I recognized. Shit, the accountants had arrived, and there was one hot chick who worked for them. And there she was, she strutted out from the elevator and looked toward my office. Nice. I raised my hand in acknowledgment that I had seen her. I had dated her a couple of times, and it had been fun, she understood the situation, and was totally fine with it.
They entered the boardroom and decided to make that phone call I wanted to make for a while. I could see no reason I should put it off any longer. So, I made the call and arranged my session for the morning. I was excited to do something new for a change, I sat there and thought about what it was like to be me, it was good, that was for sure.
I could see that Carla had left the boardroom and headed toward the executive kitchen, I quickly jumped from my chair and my cup and left my office.
“You want a coffee?” Kendall asked.
“It’s okay. I’ll get it myself, I’m not an invalid you know,” I replied.
I entered the kitchen and could see Carla making herself a drink, her long legs were highlighted by the heels she was wearing. She was a classy chick who liked to power dress. I didn’t beat around the bush and asked her what she was doing later, and as always, the answer was, “not a lot.” I arranged to pick her up at seven p.m. and would take her to dinner. She couldn’t resist me. Most women couldn’t.
I walked back toward my office and could see Kendall looking at me.
“That question you asked me earlier,” she quizzed.
“What question was that?” I replied in my usual, casual way.
“If I would consider a date with you,” she replied with a subtly pissy tone.
“It’s okay, forget it. I’m meeting Carla later. Maybe next time,” I said. “I’ll let you know.”
Kendall’s expression tightened. I wasn’t sure if it was from relief or disappointment, but who cared? I had my night set, and I would be out of the office tomorrow.
“Before I forget, I’m not here tomorrow,” I said in a cocky voice. “I’m going skydiving.”
“Okay. I’ll look after everything,” Kendall replied as she stared back into her computer screen.
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“Just don’t be late. I know you can be a little late on occasions,” I said.
“It’s not very often, and I work...” she tried to say, but I cut her off in mid-sentence. I wasn’t interested in what she had to say. I’d rather talk about me.
“Do you know how dangerous skydiving is?” I asked. “You have your faith in some fabric and some string that’s all, thousands of feet in the air and just God's will if you survive or not.”
She looked disinterested. “I had not thought about it.”
I pissed her off some more. She was so damn cute when she was pissed. “Yeah, it’s good to be able to take the day off when you want, and do exciting stuff,” I said.
I found myself enjoying rubbing her nose in it. She was just an employee, and no matter what her position was now she was only ever going to be less than me. She had perks that the others didn’t have, but she was just another pair of legs who answered the phone and did other things that I wanted her to do.
“So, don’t forget, make sure you are here on time, or even come in 30 minutes earlier to be sure, but just make sure you are here,” I said.
She nodded stiffly. Fuck, I loved my power.
I moved to my office and went on the internet to check up on skydiving. I almost felt buzzed about it. Someone knocked at the door, and Peter poked his head around the corner.
“Okay, to come in?” Peter asked.
“Yes, no problem, what can I do for you?” I replied, wishing he wasn't there.
“It’s not about business. It’s a personal matter,” he went on.
“What do I have to do now? Are you in trouble?” I asked before signing loudly.
It always seemed like Peter had some personal problem he wanted help with, or that he needed something kept quiet, or he had left himself get in a situation, a boy situation. He used to drive Dad nuts when we were younger. And he always told me Peter should have been a daughter with his attitude, and on most occasions, I had to agree. He was a pussy.
“Nah, it’s not me this time. It’s you,” he replied as he pulled up a chair.
“I’m not in trouble, and honestly, I’ve never been better,” I said feeling slightly agitated.
“Yeah, it’s not that. It’s Mom. You need to see her.” He gave me a stern look.
“You know how I feel about that woman. It was all her fault that Dad was the way he was.” My anger rose.
“I know, but she’s still your mother,” he said pleading.
“She’s no mother to me. You don’t know what happened between us,” I replied angrily.
“What could be so bad between you?” Peter asked.
“Ask her. See if she’ll tell you,” I said. “It’s all her fault.” I raised my voice to make my point.
I cast my mind back to the day it happened. Peter didn’t know this, but I caught Mom cheating on Dad. She had begged me not to say anything. I was 12 at the time and keeping that sort of secret was a lot to place on a kid’s shoulders.
“She should apologize to me first. Maybe then I could forgive her, but I’ll never forget,” I said as I slammed my fist down on the desk.
“Just try and see her,” he said, his voice tight with what sounded like sadness.
I hated to see people use sympathy as a tactic to get something; it showed their true character. Dad had always said Peter was weak.
“Did she send you or did you choose on your own?” I asked him.
“I spoke to her yesterday, and she mentioned you. I just thought you could both make amends,” he said as his head bowed. “It’s not easy for me being in the middle you know. Especially since Dad died.”
“Stop being a wuss, and don’t use Dad as an excuse for being weak,” I said loudly.
“I’m not using him as an excuse,” he defended himself.
“It fucking sounds like it to me, maybe that’s why he left the majority to me, he knew you couldn’t do what was needed. I said strongly.
“Here we go, the big ‘I’m’ speech,” Peter replied lifting his head as he taunted. “You always have to bring this up. Just because you got all of the company and most of the money, it doesn’t make you a better person, brother.”
“I’m sure it makes me better than you. Do you ever see me asking you for anything? Well, do you?” I paused briefly. “You can’t answer that. I’ve never had to rely on you for anything, and I probably never will,” I said as I stood and looked from the office window across the lot.
“It’s difficult for me sometimes, you know. I have memories that torment me just like you do," he added.
I looked at him again. “I don’t have demons that I’m wrestling, Peter. The only thing I have a problem with is her,” I said again as anger burned my chest.
“Is that why you can’t commit to a real relationship? Because you think you will be like her?” Peter asked as he stood and walked around the office. “You might have everything, but you still have no one to love. You never have had, and you never will,” he said with a moody, disheveled tone.
“I’ve had enough of this conversation. It always ends with the same result. Dad just said you were weak and now I can see it myself. You have no fucking balls. He said you should have been a daughter rather than a wayward son,” I smirked and laughed.
“It’s like talking to a brick wall talking to you. You’re just so damn arrogant and have no reasoning in you,” Peter said. “I’ve had enough. Just think about going to see Mom.”
Peter left the office shaking his head in disbelief and outright discouragement. Well, fuck it. It wasn’t my problem. I never asked to be in the position I was in.
He opened the door and exited my office in a hurry.
“Fine. Run off with your tail between your legs. Once a pussy always a pussy,” I muttered under my breath.
What a fucking jerk-off.
Chapter 2
Kendall
Elijah had been strutting around his office on his cell for the last hour, probably making calls to arrange his parties or whatever he did on the weekends. He also had a conversation on the landline and had been screaming for a while, but that call had not gone through my switchboard, so I had no idea who he was talking to.
I felt sorry for him in a way. It seemed like he had the world at his feet. He had more money than anyone could imagine, he had a body like a Greek god, and he was witty and intelligent, but still, he had a horrible attitude. How anyone could stand him was beyond me.
I’d spoken to a ton of people who just thought he was a worthless piece of ship. They said everything was wasted on him. Maybe, they were right. But maybe not.
Elijah grabbed his jacket and headed for his office door. He opened it and stood in front of my desk looking down at me.
“I’m off, see you Monday, Kendall. Have a good one, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he said as he laughed.
“Bye, for now, Sir. Have a nice weekend yourself,” I replied as I tried to smile.
“Always do, Kendall, I always do!” He flung his jacket over his shoulder and strutted toward the elevator.
“Hey Kendall,” Jefferson whispered as he sneaked up to my desk.
“Hi, Jefferson, what’s up?”
“Not much. Same shit different day sort of thing, you know,” he said with a huff. "You know I love this job, but he’s such a prick.”
I laughed. “He has his moments for sure. You just have to take it all with a grain of salt. It seems he has a point to prove, most of all to himself. I’m sure deep down there is a good person.”
Elijah vanished into the gray elevator at the end of the corridor.
“Fuck, you think so? I think it must be so damn deep, that there is no chance of it ever seeing the light of day,” he scoffed.
“So, what can I do for you?” I asked, changing the subject.
“Nothing, I just wanted to chat before leaving. It makes a change to talk to someone different,” he said with a wry smile.
“I’m sure there is a compliment in there
somewhere,” I replied with a giggle.
“Oh, Kendall, you’re so funny. Hey, have you seen Peter around recently?” he added.
“No, not for a while, why do you ask?”
“No real reason. He just used to pop in and say 'hi,' and I have not noticed him here for a while,” he said as he slumped his shoulders.
“I’m sure you have more to talk about than that. What’s really on your mind?” I asked as I leaned on my desk toward him.
“Kendall, you’re just too smart. You can read me like a book,” he said, smiling. “Seriously though, I’m having thoughts about finding another job. I’m not sure I can stick this one out for very much longer.”
“You think it’s that bad here?”
“It’s just getting me down. I worry he’s going to explode on me like he has before. I don’t think I could take the humiliation. I struggle to sleep at night when I think about work,” he said and sighed.
“Well, you have to do what’s best for you. As my mother keeps telling me, ‘If you’re unhappy, it will only play on your mind and lead to other problems.' Then, before you know it, you will become stressed. You’ll stop eating, you know, things like that,” I said, trying to be supportive of the guy.
“Well, it’s the weekend. I’ll step back and really think it through and see what my options are. I just think I won’t be here for the long term that for sure,” he said.
“Personally, I have not really been here long enough to make a real decision. I know he’s an asshole, but I’m in a different position than the rest of you because I’m with him more, so for me, it’s hard to decide,” I replied. “Sometimes he’s supportive of me in front of others, and then he’ll rant and rave behind closed doors. I just try to see the good in people, even if it’s me that ends up suffering,” I added.
“Oh well, knocking off time, we should be getting going, no need to stay longer than we need to eh?” Jefferson added as he grinned at me.
“Sure, have a nice weekend, and take it easy.” His face lit up.
