Daddy James novel Chapter 13

The infamous American supermodel, Mr. James Anderson, summoned Daniel  Whilkes, to sustain a very special encounter with him:

Lively chatter and poorly suppressed laughter filled the lobby, easing Daniel's tension as he continued walking through. Maroon stained leather sofas were pressed against violet, high-ceiling walls, and various magazines, having women photoshopped to perfection on their covers, were littered atop glass coffee tables sitting in front of the couches. Even the walls were decorated with sexy women; professionally framed photographs hung every several feet.

The office was nothing but an awe-inspiring piece of architecture. The big round aquarium going from floor to ceiling in the midpoint of the hall just gave an amazing look to it. Hundreds of colorful fish doubled the beauty.

The creases on his forehead were prominent as he approached a pretty middle aged woman seated behind the desk, "Uh, hello." He pleaded her attention softly, gazing at the dial of the watch strapped to his left wrist.

The woman looked up, giving him a look over, "How can I serve you, sir?"

"I'm Daniel, Daniel Whilkes....."

"Oh, Mr Wilkes, the boss has been waiting for you for the last fifteen minutes." She shot a weird face at him.

I guess when she was told that her boss had a special guest, she didn't expect an 18 year old boy at all.

"The traffic on Dawson Street was awful." He let out the lame excuse passing a tiny embarrassed smile at her.

"Take the elevator straight to the third floor, once you're there go straight and the fifth door on the right is Mr. James's office." She guided him, wholly uninterested.

The stunningly beautiful interior and old wood furniture of the office left Daniel in awe as he drew near the elevator. The unanswerable questions about James Anderson invaded his mind while he pushed a button and the doors of the elevators shut in a wink of an eye.

He stressed to make out in his mind what the hell on earth was the formula James applied to achieve the position which he currently flaunted? Five years back everyone in America knew James Anderson was a flop model after he lashed out at a model, winner of the 'Super Model' contest, live on the national television.

And straight off after five years he ran the number one advertising company and was one of the top supermodels of America. Achieving this success with luck just isn't possible, it's not possible but Daniel's pea-sized brain couldn't make out what the heck James did to achieve all that.

The elevator chimed and the door slid open introducing Daniel to the 3rd Floor.

He walked straight trying to calculate out the fifth door on his right.

After all, marrying the great Jenna Mount did it for Mr. Anderson.

It didn't take time for Daniel to crack James' shortcut to success. He placed a couple of soft knocks on the wooden door.

"Come in." A monotone feminine voice ordered. He held the shiny golden doorknob and let the door opened. It let him into a hallway. In front of him was another door completely made up of glass which was perfectly reflecting Daniel's image as an expensive mirror would've done.

"Welcome." Said a security guard, flaunting grey uniform with a large black rifle in his hands, "Sir's been waiting for you. You're late." He added.

Daniel had no choice but to shrug his shoulders in an apologetic manner. Giving himself a shocking look in the glass door, he raked fingers through his hair in an effort to attempt to appear presentable.

The guard brought up his wrist near his lips, "Mr. Whilkes is here, sir." He informed James about Daniel's arrival.

"Let him in." Daniel raised an eyebrow, taking heed to the gruff sound coming from the other end on the guard's radio. Daniel didn't want to give out a bad impression to the father of his girlfriend, hence he fished out a mini body spray from his side pocket, spraying it thrice under his each arm.

The guard let him in while he rubbed his forehead in an effort to get rid of the sweat beads forming. As soon as he entered the cabin cool breeze of the air conditioner hugged him.

Daniel's eyes widened as he was introduced to the broad office, the well-furnished room was enough for a dance party of zebras. He looked around, each and everything was catchy, but one special life-sized frame of the bathroom door caught his attention; it was a picture from James' nude photo shoot which was really appealing.

Being of the same gender, Daniel could also feel the temptations of how possible it was for girls to defy such a sexy body. Thankfully James' hand covered his crotch in the picture otherwise it would have been a simple drooling case for Daniel.

My life would be complete if I could impress her dad...

The couch set kept in the corner looked like it was inviting Daniel to jump on it.

"You were supposed to be here seventeen minutes ago, Mr. Whilkes," James uttered briskly as he was busy typing on his laptop.

Not finding a timely response from Daniel, he flipped the lid of his laptop shut and leaned back on his high leather revolving seat, "Have a seat." He gestured, before gently rubbing his temple.

Being an obedient student at the school Daniel instantly jumped into the seat kept against the desk, "Sorry, Mr. Anderson." He apologised, striving hard to appear normal.

"Just be comfortable. Have some water." James offered him a glass of water.

Daniel accepted the glass of water and kept it aside after taking a couple of sips, "I am comfortable." He waited for James to get to the point.

James leaned forward, putting his hands on the glassy surface of the desk, "Back to business. How much will it withdraw to leave Sarah alone?" He asked, raising his brows like it was nothing but a photo shoot deal or any other deal of his wife's construction business.