Anonymous Part 1

Chapter 1- Frenemies

Kent Stevens,President, owner, CEO of the Stevens Industries. He is the only heir of the vast empire his father has left for him. His father died 5 years ago of a heart attack and his mother died soon after that. He didn’t have any siblings and no relatives he had any particular liking with. 

So basically, though being at the peak of his bussiness, lacs of people bowing in his presence and not to mention the good looks he was gifted with through his genes, Kent Stevens had no ray of sunshine in his life, metaphorically.

“ Mr. Stevens, where do you want me to take you?”, the driver asked him.

“ I have a few errands to take care of for my new project.”, he told the driver as his eyes settled on the head line covering the front page of the news paper.

“Right Sir”, Paul answered and then there was silence all over again.

Kent frowned as he read his name in big bold letters. 

MR. KENT STEVENS. OWNER OF THE STEVENTS EMPIRE BARELY ESCAPED AN ACCIDENT.

The sub headlined read about the car accident where his car had flipped in the highway as he was returning back to the city from the construction site out of the town. 

Kent clenched his teeth giving curses to these damn reporters for making it a news. Why do they care? All they get from this is a big story for their papers. He scooped through the details the reporter had printed there

November8, 2014. Mr. Stevens was driving through the highway when his car met with a huge accident. The car he himself was driving had crashed with a huge cargo truck which caused Kent’s car to double flip and was thrown a meter away in the air.

911 was called immediately on the spot by some other passing locals on that highway and Mr. Kent was immediately taken to the City Hospital. Be it a miracle or what all his fans want to call it, but he barely got any scratches and survived this accident with a winning score.

The driver who belonged to that cargo truck is still MIA but the officials are still looking in this matter.

Kent had an urge to throw the paper and kill that freaking reporter for making such a big fuss out of that accident. It was his mistake. He was being careless and ran into that truck. He hated coming into the limelights but every now and then he had to face these flash lights and cameras.

“Sir, we are here.”

STEVENS CONSTRUCTION & BUILDERS

The doors unlocked and Kent stepped out of his car to be welcomed by everyone from his directorial staff. He was a bit surprised when they all  welcomed him and greeted him for his safety and loads of ‘Good Mornings’. 

But immediately it started to tick him in the nerve. These assholes don’t give a crap about his safe being and why this lame act? Wouldn’t it be better if they would rather spend this time doing something constructive for themselves and this freaking company that is still in its diapers. Kent hated when they’d wag their tails in front of him.

Mr. Gerard Miller, Vice President and a family friend to Stevens came forward and gave him a hug which Kent intentionally didn’t reciprocate. He found it offending.

“ Thanks to Lord, you are okay son.”, Mr Miller smiled at him warmly. Kent stepped back to put some distance within them. He didn’t like people making unwanted relations to him. He is not his father and sure as hell not qualified to call him, his son. This old man standing in front of him was the most trusted man to his father and that’s the only reason Kent was tolerating him around. But there was also the fact that he had a sharp mind and a perfect vision which was good for his business. Kent valued this about him.