“Why the fuck wasn't she watching the road?”

“That's the million dollar question, isn't it, Nancy?”

Later that day, Georgina and Hailey had gotten home and were now hosting a friend of Hailey's; Nancy.

Nancy was just like Hailey; slutty, loose with words, arrogant and very sassy. They even had the same height and body type, and as you might have guessed, they were both commercial call girls.

“She was busy crying over the truths I told her before we left the house.. She's a weak ass bitch, Nancy..” Hailey was sounding as though she was tired of having to deal with Georgina day in, day out.

Georgina was sitting obediently in a corner of the room and listening to the two older women as they discussed her and washed her down.

“When is she going to start working to earn herself some money?” Nancy said, having the same mentality as her friend.

“This was the exact same issue we feuded about today.. She wants to be a full time student, and I won't have that, because I pay her fuckin tuition, I feed her, I clothe her, I also handle her other expenses..”

“But these are all your responsibilities, Hailey! I'm your responsibility!” Georgina yelled from where she was sitting, tired of her sister's insinuations that she was a burden that had been tossed on her.

“You're a grown ass woman, Georgina! You are YOUR responsibility! Don't you get it?” Hailey shot back.

The two sisters were getting into another fight once again and Nancy tried to diffuse the situation before it would get out of hand.

“Hey, hey, Georgina, zip it.. Let her finish and then, maybe, you'll get your own chance to speak, okay?”

Georgina nodded her head in obedience, although reluctantly, giving her older sister the floor.

Hailey, pleased at Nancy's mature handling of the situation that had been developing, readjusted herself in her chair before continuing from where she'd stopped before Georgina had interrupted her:

“I can't keep doing all the giving and hustling while she does nothing but sit down on her big, fat arse and gobble it all down only to wait for me to go out and get some more..”

Hailey regularly made reference to Georgina's body because she was jealous of it: she'd always wished she was thick, with big breasts and a succulent ass, but instead she'd gotten nothing but small, perky tits.

Not to mention an almost non existent ass and a bony body. Then Georgina had been the one to get the thick and attractive body type. This was just one of the many reasons for her frequent outbursts on the poor 23 year old. If she hadn't had this body and Georgina hadn't had it either, she'd have been cool with it, but now, Georgina had it and she envied it.

“.. And I've told her to go get a freaking job, but she refuses to listen. She says she wants to focus fully on her schooling.. I've told her that it doesn't even matter if she wants to hop into our business and put her body to use, but she still declines.”

Hailey finally wrapped up her complaints with, “I’m telling you, Nancy, I thought I could steer this girl right and get her to see things from my point of view but now, I don't know what to do with this girl..”

Hailey was sounding stressed, as though prostitution was an honorable job that Georgina was rejecting.

Nancy laid back on the couch, snacking on some chips while considering what Hailey had said, before saying eventually:

“Well, then, it's a really simple matter.. Just stop paying her tuition.. I think you've allowed her to get spoiled. If she no longer has no one working to make sure she stays in school, then she will have no choice but to source for money..”

Hailey pondered it for a bit as Georgina watched on in horror as this evil adviser was putting forth a suggestion that could end her education process.

“Aunt Nancy!!! You can't mean that!” She wailed.

“Oh, honey, I mean every word.. You're lazy, Georgina, you don't deserve to have someone striving for you..” Nancy clapped back.

“No, I'm not! Being focused and single minded is very different from being lazy. I simply don't want any distractions from schooling and this is why I stay home all day when I have no classes to read or rest..”

Georgina could have stopped there but she didn't:

“I'm not lazy! You wouldn't be able to handle half of the courses that I handle in school even if you tried!”

On hearing her last statement, Nancy and Hailey's eyes bulged. Nancy felt immensely disrespected and Hailey was lost for words.

“To your room, you disrespectful ingrate! Now!!” Hailey barked.

And Georgina scurried off to her room, shutting the door behind her and throwing herself on a chair by her study table.

She hadn't meant to say what she had said, but she knew it was true; Nancy and Hailey could never last a day in her world.

Anybody could be a call girl; all the tools had already been provided: a vagina, an ass to grope and tits. Anybody could spread their legs, anybody could get fucked.

But not anybody could devote the mental focus it took to juggle assignments, tests and research whilst having to imbibe discipline, consistency and a strong will to study and study again.

The fact of the matter was, although they chose to see her as lazy, Georgina was the real hard worker.

Nancy and Hailey had simply taken the easy way out.

Armed with this assurance, Georgina strengthened herself and waved Nancy's comments out of her mind. And as soon as she did, thoughts of the gentleman that she'd met earlier that day seeped into her head.

As she thought back to his gentle touch, his calm, reassuring and soothing voice, his hot and head turning build, his neatly combed hair and his likable mannerisms, she didn't know when she began to smile.

Then, she remembered his name and thought to look it up on the computer that was on her desk: Zayn Jones. He looked important, so he had to be on some article or something on the internet, right?

When she typed it into the Google search engine and hit the 'search’ button, she was skeptical and uncertain about what to expect but then she saw a picture that was most definitely him.

“He has a Wikipedia biography?” She thought aloud. To have a Wiki page dedicated solely to one his/herself, one had to be important or at least, recognizably rich. Was there more to Zayn Jones than met the eye?

Georgina tiptoed to the door and closed it, excited about what she was about to read up on this 'mystery man’ who was giving her butterflies in her belly. She was attracted to him already, and she knew it, so the piece of information on his Wikipedia page was of utmost importance to her.

Then she walked quietly back to the study table and the computer, got herself as comfortable as she could in her seat and then began to read up:

Full name: Zayn Onroy Jones.

Age: 39. He was sixteen years older than her. Woah!

Career: Philanthropist, Businessman. Mm.. Interesting.

But nothing stunned her like his estimated net worth… $64.5 billion.

Georgina was agape and remained so until Hailey came into the room with Nancy.

They'd come to tell her that what she'd said to Nancy was inappropriate, disrespectful and bitchy and that she compulsorily had to apologize, only to see her staring unmoved at the computer screen.

When they both looked at the screen, the information on it didn't make any sense to Nancy, but Hailey reconciled the photo on the screen with her memory of the face of the man they'd seen earlier that day.

So when she saw the net worth, too, she turned, stunned, to Nancy and the only thing she could say was:

“Bloody hell.”

***

Returning from the meeting, which had thankfully gone well, Zayn Jones was texting some associates while Denis drove in silence until he decided to speak:

“Say, sir.. That woman we almost hit, today-”

“YOU almost hit her, not ‘me’ or 'we’, Denis,” Zayn interrupted, without looking up.

“Very well, sir.. The woman I almost hit today.. You both looked good together, from my perspective.”

Hearing his driver say this left Zayn with no choice but to laugh.

“You think so, Denis?”

“Absolutely, sir. And although I've not seen you with any women, by way of intimate relationships, since I began working with you, I believe you will both be good together.”

Denis was about 47 years old, and Zayn treated him more like an older brother or, more appropriately, an uncle and less like a driver.

Hence, the man was comfortable enough to speak on such personal matters. Zayn, instead of being offended as some bosses would have been, began to consider it.

He had not given love a thought because he had discovered that his past three relationships had been with people who'd not loved him but have loved the things that came with him; money, vacations, cars etc.

He had felt attracted to the woman, though, and he'd felt bad when her sister, or whoever was with her, had been hitting her. So maybe, just maybe, Denis was right.

“Well, then.. Since it's your idea.. I'll give you a task.. Find out where she lives, or works.. Something, anything at all about her. And when you do, inform her that I'd like to go out and grab dinner with her.. Tomorrow or the day after.. Try not to make it seem like I'm ordering her, okay? Just ask her.. Can you do that?”

Denis was more than happy to oblige, “You can count on me, captain..”

Zayn laughed again, and the ride went silent once more.

For a good amount of time on the way until he got home, there was only one name on his mind: Georgina. That, however, was until a call came in from the interim chairman at his father's company, Mr Liam.

“Hello?” he said as he took it.

“Hello, Young Zayn, something really urgent has come up, son.. I'll be coming over to your house tomorrow morning so we can talk about it..”

This was a surprise to Zayn. What could have come up?

“What's the matter, Mr Liam?”

“Don't ask any questions, now, Zayn. You'll know all you need to know tomorrow morning.”

And, with that, Mr Liam hung up.

Zayn was left confused; what had happened?

***

“Your call came in at a very unexpected time, Mr Liam, I must say.. I'm keen on what you have to say.”

The following morning, Zayn was welcoming the interim chairman of his father's company, Mr Liam Pearson, to his home.

The man was a trusted partner of Zayn's father who was merely holding the seat until a mainstay chairman would be elected.

Mr Liam was in a suit and had been let in by one of Zayn's helpers.

Zayn had come down the steps in his pajamas and was meeting with him in his living room. It seemed Mr Liam had something important to say.

“Young Zayn,” Mr Liam started, “I spoke with your father yesterday..”

“He's enjoying his vacation in Milan and didn't want to be disturbed, but I needed to know if he had any advice for you. And he made me understand that you check all the boxes to be chairman.. All.. But one..”

Hearing that even his own father believed that there was something lacking which could cost him the seat of chairman which he'd been working towards for almost as long as he'd been alive, he paid instant and rapt attention.

“What could that be, Mr Liam?”

“You see, Young Zayn..”

‘Young Zayn’ was Mr Liam's pet name for him and it was what he always addressed him with.

“.. You have top tier charisma.. A spotless legal record.. Your personal finances are checked and balanced.. You're educated..”

“You've gotten the necessary experience and have bided your time all along, working at various small businesses owned by your father and learning diligently..

“You've taken the time to come up with a powerful manifesto that attracts and intrigues the staff at Papa Jones worldwide..”

“You've improved and further enriched each one of your father's business which you handled, no matter how tight your budget was or how difficult the staff were, so it's safe to trust you with the responsibility of handling Papa Jones.”

“You have all these.. But you lack one thing, still.. The one thing that should cap off the proof of your responsibility and manhood..”

And as he said this,Mr Liam leaned in to Zayn and squinted his eyes a little but, as though he wanted Zayn to pay careful attention to the words he was about to utter.

And Zayn clenched his fists and swallowed hard, ready to hear this attribute that could be so detrimental to his chairmanship hopes.

Zayn was tense, listening to whatever it could be that he was lacking. He wouldn't care what it would cost to get it; he was going to get it.

Now that the elections were only roughly a month and three weeks away, he wasn't going to let anything ruin his chances after so much preparation and sacrifice.

“.. And this one thing that you lack, Young Zayn,” Mr Liam continued, “Is a woman to call your own.”

Hearing this, Zayn was stunned. Was Mr Liam being serious right now? Being single was going to cancel out all these wonderful qualities that he already possessed? And so he asked:

“But, Mr Liam, why on earth is this going to ruin my chances?”

He was attracted to that Georgina lady, but he didn't even know her well, yet, and he couldn't know for sure if she was the kind of woman he wanted to be married to.

The last thing he wanted was to get together with a woman who was materialistic; a woman who would marry him only to divorce him after a few years or even months to get a massive payout.

He was basically afraid of getting his heart broken by getting into a situation where he'd give all his love and realize that the person he was giving it to never had any plans of reciprocation.

“Because, Zayn.. You need to understand how people think.. Society sees bachelors, especially the ones in your age bracket, as irresponsible men..”

“Now, you may not be one of the irresponsible men, and in fact, I know you're not one of the irresponsible men because I've had time to observe you, but I'm not the one to vote you into that seat.”

“It's the staff who are to vote at the end of the day, and you have to accept and understand that the opinion of the electorate will always be a key determinant in any electoral process.”

“You need the trust and support of the people if you're going to get them to vote for you and the truth of the matter is that you NEED to give them, the staff who are all going to be under you, every reason to believe in you.”

“Right now, the staff's general opinion of you is: Rich Playboy. And you know they will never trust such a person to run the affairs of the company where they work. You need a woman, Zayn.”

“And when I say 'a woman', I'm not just talking about a woman you could go to the cinema with or a woman that you engage.. You need to get married before the elections begin.”

“This way, more of the staff will automatically and subconsciously see you as responsible and more of them will have faith in you. And you know that more faith from the voters equals more votes from them.”

Zayn pondered this for a bit, stroking the hair on his chin, before replying:

“So, it's a matter of urgency, huh?”

And Mr Liam nodded his head in affirmation before adding, “It is, Young Zayn. See, I want you to win this election, I want you to be Chairman of Papa Jones.”

“Your father wants this, your mother wants this and even a percentage of staff wants this. And I know you want this, too.”

“But you need to understand that there are people who do not want this; the ones you're contesting against. So this is an inescapable hurdle. Do whatever is necessary, talk to your mother, figure something out..”

“But you must have a bride.. I have another meeting to attend, so I'll leave you now. And I'll expect your invitation card to arrive any moment.”

And with this, Mr Liam extended his hand for a handshake, which Zayn duly took. Then, the interim chairman walked out, leaving Zayn in the large living room, alone and perplexed.

***

Georgina had just survived another day of laborious studying and catching up, coupled with the fact that the sun was beating down on her skull. Hard.

She had eaten nothing all day, as part of Hailey's acts of 'punishment’ for her harsh words to Nancy. She had apologized severally, but that hadn't stopped her sister from choosing to starve her and also not giving her any money for transportation.

The few dollars she had on her were what had gotten her to school that day, and now that she was done with her classes and everything else for the day, how to return home was the big issue.

She stood by the road inside the campus, confused, stressed, hungry and about to burst into tears when further reasons for frustration popped up.

“Need a ride, Georgina baby?”

A blue, fairly used Honda Accord pulled up in front of her and as soon as she saw the guys inside it, her stomach turned; these guys again.

They were a group of three guys of her own age and in her faculty named Jack, Grant and Andrew. They were rumored to sleep with the same girls at the same time, so getting together with one was basically getting together with all of them.

Being seen with them was enough reason to lose respect, talk more of being in the same car as them.

They'd been on her neck for weeks, trying to get her to date them, probably because they liked what they saw when they looked at her rear or her chest.

“No, thank you, I'm good.”

“Come on, Georgina, it's just a ride.. It's not like we're planning on groping or sucking on those huge jugs on your chest, are we?” Jack, the one behind the wheel said and they all laughed.

Bastards.

And now, she was in a dilemma; go with them and risk harassment or walk to the gate, an estimated twelve minute walk, under the blazing heat of the sun and risk fainting.

What was she to do?

At this point, in her moment of indecision, a familiar BMW pulled up just in front of the car being driven by the three jackals.

Georgina instantly knew that she had seen that car somewhere.

Out of the car came Denis, Zayn's driver, who walked towards her and said:

“Good afternoon, Miss Georgina.. If you don't mind, I would like to offer you a ride home, courtesy of my boss, Mr Zayn Jones.”

After saying this, he bowed his head and opened the door to the rear passenger seat; a royal invite.

Jack, Grant and Andrew looked on in silence and awe; Georgina had a driver?