Page 93 of One Nightstand With My Ex's Uncle

LUCAS’ POV.

I looked at the ladies, trying to pick out who among them was making me feel that way. It was a really uneasy feeling. I leaned back in my sofa, and studied the ladies, who began to introduce themselves.

“I’m Keith.” The first one, who looked smart said.

“I’m Sandra.” The girl in all pink said, with her smile growing wider.

“I’m Mina.” The quiet girl dressed in all black said, in a calm voice.

“I’m Judy!” The girl who had been rocking back and forth on her feet said, with excitement.

“I’m Paris.” The girl who I had perceived as not confident said in a low voice.

“I’m Tenor.” Said the one in flashy clothes, with a bold smiled.

“I’m Jenny.” The last girl, who looked really shy said.

It turned out there was really no way of judging which of them gave me the awful feeling. I looked into their faces carefully, and some smiled back, while some looked like they were suddenly unsure if they had zipped their zippers.

Who among the beautiful girls could make me feel so uneasy?

Tray also studied them, and I wondered if he also felt uneasy, or if he was checking out who to play with among them.

Well, I had already asked the drafter to set up a strict no-dating policy between the girls and the company workers, so Tray wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes on any of them.

I cleared my throat, and beckoned to Tray with my hand. He joined me on my sofa, and I typed on my phone.

The girls had lost their smiles, after seeing us typing, and smiling to each other. They probably wondered if we were psychos, or were deliberating on making advances to them sexually.

Tray walked around them slowly, with his hands behind his back.

“One thing you should know before anything else is…” He stopped, behind the girl in black.

“You are the first influencers in our new company. If you mess things up, the expectations for our company will sink. If you mess things up, the company might be scarred. If you mess things up, you will pay heavily. Trust me when I say ‘heavily’. You don’t want to think of the family whose son you’re dealing with.

” He said to them, and their smiles couldn’t rise anymore.

A few of them looked scared, while others looked uncomfortable.

Tray moved to stand in front of them.

“Anything that you would do that will ruin the company’s image, or create unnecessary trouble for us, will land you in huge trouble. You’re grownups, so you understand me, right? I don’t need to go on and on about this. This should be enough warning “ He concluded, and I smiled.

“Dismissed. My secretary will walk you through the contract.” I said, and they filed out of my office silently.

They met with another of my workers, who couldn’t resist turning his head to look at them as they passed.

“Are they ours? Oh my, they’re gorgeous.” He said, pointing his thumb backwards at them, as he came in.

“Hopefully, they are—in and out.” Tray said, raising a bottle of water to his lips.

“We have some new applicants who want to apply for vacant spaces in the company. Will you check them out?” The employee asked me.

“I thought we already had all the vacant spots filled?” I asked Tray, who was still drinking water.

He wagged his index finger at me.

“Alright then. Let me see it.” I said, and he gave me the files.

“I have some work to do.” Tray said, exiting my office.

“I’ll give you feedback on this.” I told the worker, and he nodded, before going after Tray.

I went to sit behind my desk, and opened the files checking the applicants, and their information.

Shortly, there was a knock.

“Come in.” I replied, wondering why my secretary didn’t inform me that someone was coming to see me.

Jenny opened the door, and came in, looking just as shy as she had looked earlier.

I raised a brow, and closed the file in front of me.

“Do you have anything to say?” I asked her, wondering if she was the one who made me uneasy.

“I… I, um… Mr. Turner said we shouldn’t do anything to ruin the company’s image, so…”

Wow… she was the one? I thought in my head.

“Okay?”

“I’m suffering from panic attack, and I don’t want to accidentally mess things up.

If I have an attack during a shoot, or a live video—my attacks are really serious.

It feels like I’m dying, and I don’t know what I’m doing.

I really want to work for the company and will do anything to stay.

I just had to tell you.” She said, with tears welling in her big, brown eyes.

“That’s fine. It is something you can tell your fans just as you’ve told me, so incase you have an attack, they won’t be shocked.

We will also make sure you are protected, by giving you a device.

You only need to press the button, and you’ll have someone coming to you.

Also, you should get treatment for it. The company will bear the expenses, since you are a worker.

” I told her calmly, and gratitude filled her eyes.

“Thank you so much. Thank you. Thank you.” She said, and I nodded. “Thank you.” She said again, as she retreated.

Was her illness what made me feel uneasy?

~

A few days later, the ladies had moved in, and were preparing for their first testing. Tray and I talked about their behaviors, which we had seen over the last few days.

“They seem to get on well. Two of them cook for the girls, and I heard one washes the dishes, another cleans… They have split up the work among themselves, and seem to have no trouble getting along with each other. Of course, Jenny has had one panic attack, and it made the rest aware of her situation.” Tray said, and I looked at my watch.

“The party must be going on right now.” I muttered.

“What party?” Tray asked.

“The family insisted on holding a party to convince people that we’re fine, and nothing is wrong with the affairs of our family.”

“Then, you should go.”

“No, I have too much work to walk around aimlessly, meeting with different people who all want to do business at the same time, or introduce daughters, nieces, and cousins for me to marry.”

Tray sniggered, “Then I guess we’re in this together.”

Hours later, I received a call. It was from Emily.

I picked it up with a smile.

“Hello?”

“Lucas. Where are you?” She asked, with fear in her voice.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, alarmed.

“Lady… Lady Genevieve had a ruptured appendix, and was…was discovered late…”