The Consortium's Heir

The Consortium’s Heir By Benjamin Jnr Chapter 32

Chapter 32 The receptionist looked at Darius with contempt. She didn‘t understand what he was trying t o do? Was he intending to use his phone to make a call as a display of his strength? Darius noticed her contemptuous expression but ignored her. The pho ne rang only once before Bruce picked up the phone call.

“Young Master Reid! Is everything alright Young Master?!” Bruce inquired anxiously.

“Yes. Everything is alright.” Darius replied in a reassuring tone.

Bruce let out an audible sigh of relief on the other end of the phone. The young master was alright “If e verything is alright then why did you call Young Master Reid?” Bruce asked; confusion evident in his voi ce.

“Hm. I‘m currently at the Dragon Lord‘s Imperial Residence, and the receptionist has refused me a mee ting with the residence‘s manager. Could you please notify the manager that I am waiting for her in the lobby?” Darius inquired cheerfully, his gaze fixed on the receptionist as he spoke.

“How dare she?! She‘ll be there at once. Please exercise some patience young master.” Bruce said in a pleading voice.

Darius nodded softly as he spoke to Bruce on the other end of the phone, unaware of the storm he had just sparked. “Alright. Tell her to hurry. I don‘t have all day.” Darius added. “Certainly, Young Master Reid. Pl ease forgive me.” Bruce responded with a firm tone before hanging up the phone. Bruce shouted angril y as soon as he was certain the phone call was over. He was absolutely enraged! How dare they treat a member of the Reid family like a common guest?! Were the Dragon Lord‘s Imperial Residence‘s employees planning to die ?

Would they have been the best apartment complex in Dragon Estate if the Reid consortium hadn‘t step ped in when they needed it the most?

Or did they forget who owned 95% of the shares of Dragon Estate itself?

Making a member of the Reid family unable to meet with a mere manager because of a receptionist? A nd not just any member, but the new head of the Reid consortium himself? He would give the manager a piece of his mind! Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

He dialed the number of the manager of the Dragon Lord‘s Imperial Residence, still enraged from the p hone call with Darius.

[Dragon Lord‘s Imperial Residence: Manager‘s office]

The manager, a stunning woman in her late thirties, sat behind a brown mahogany desk,

WUIKIUS VIL JIBDET ol documents. Every month, the profits from the Dragon Lord‘s Imperial Residen ce were absolutely astounding

One quick glance revealed a number of documents stacked on top of the table. It was no wonder that s he didn‘t meet with just anybody. She had so much work waiting for her that she was unable to toss the m aside just for the sake of socializing,

However, she couldn‘t trust anyone to handle the work other than herseli. Her secretary and personal a ssistant helped her out with other things such as managing her schedules and appointments and meeting with several prominent figures in her stead,

It wasn‘t that she didn‘t want to delegate some of the work to her secretary, but she couldn‘t She was w ell aware of how difficult it had been for her to reach this level. She literally

had to go through hell to reach her current level. She would never have gotten to her current level witho ut Mr. Bruce‘s assistance.

She let out a sigh when she thought of Mr. Bruce. He was at a level that she couldn‘t reach no matter how much she tried . The gap between them was like the distance between heaven and earth. It was insurmountable.

Everything seemed so mundane to her when she became the manager of this residence and began ha ndling billions of dollars in profit. The people she felt were the sky were no longer so unreachable. Inste ad they were now beneath her level and had to look up to her. Yet that wasn‘t the case for Mr. Bruce. 1

Despite her current status she still had to bow her head and listen obediently whenever he was talking. He coul d easily dismiss her from her position with the snap of his fingers. It was just how powerful Mr. Bruce w as.

Her phone, which was on the table, rang abruptly as she was reflecting, jarring her out of her reverie. S he frowned when she heard her phone ring. She usually put her phone on ‘Do not disturb‘mode as she didn‘t want any distractions until she was done with her work. She was about to disconnect the call when she saw the caller ID. Im mediately she did, she stood up abruptly and answered in an overtly respectful tone.

“Mr. Bruce!” The manager spoke politely and respectfully.

Mr. Bruce‘s response, on the other hand, wasn‘t what she expected. “You ungrateful soul!” Bruce exploded; yelling at her from the other end of the phone. “Is this how you treat your benefac

The manager had a wronged expression on her face. She didn‘t know what she had done to warrant suc

“Mr. Bruce please calm down. I assure you that I remember everything you‘ve done to place me where I

Unfortunately, Bruce was having none of her pleas. “Calm down?! You want me to calm down?!” Bruce h

“And you mean to tell me that you don‘t know what the issue is?! How dare you?!”

“Didn‘t I tell you that I have a very important guest coming over? And that you were to treat him with the you out of your mind?!” Bruce yelled.

Without even waiting for her response Bruce continued shouting.

“I‘ll give you one opportunity to redeem yourself. That guest is waiting for you downstairs. If you don‘t giv without even waiting for her reply he hung up.