Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Today, CallCore focused most of its energy on AI-driven technology, particularly surgical automation through robotics. Despite sitting in that boardroom with my freshly minted engineering degree, just like my father and his father before him, I had no interest in the exciting and groundbreaking advancements. I was another in a long line of Calloway men destined for this life.
Or so my father insisted.
The meeting commenced twenty minutes ago, and already boredom had me wanting to pull out my hair.
I’d been dead asleep when my father pounded on my door at six a.m., ripping me from a heated dream of Alex’s cock tunneling down my throat.
It wasn’t a dream.
Maybe not, but this sure had been. In this version, Alex grabbed my head and rammed his cock down my throat, moaning and praising me for sucking him so good. His eyes had been wild, not filled with an exhaustive effort to hold off his orgasm. He’d stared as my eyes teared and asked if I wanted his load filling my mouth.
Of course, my answer had been a resounding yes.
And just as I’d felt the first thrilling jerk of his dick about to give me what I wanted, the hammering on my door ripped me from the erotic fantasy with brutal ferocity.
“Ryder, I’m leaving in twenty minutes,” my father had yelled through my locked door. “I assume you remember you promised to come to the board meeting this morning. It would be poor form for my son and the future CEO to fail to show up after I informed the rest of the board he’d be in attendance.”
So there I was, wearing a damn suit and listening to him drone on while not having the balls to tell him I wouldn’t be living out his dream for me.
Alex would probably jizz himself to be in this room, surrounded by so many great engineering minds. The man lived for this shit and would probably drop to his knees and swallow my cock on the spot if I got him a seat at the table.
Huh, not my worst idea.
“In closing, I’d like to thank each of you for your ongoing support. Our recent strategic pivots have positioned us well to continue delivering strong financial results and advancing our broader mission of promoting industrial innovation. I look forward to your thoughts on the acquisition plan and how we can best align our resources for another successful quarter. Thanks, everyone. Let’s take a ten-minute break. Marjorie brought in some pastries. Refill your coffee, grab something to eat, and then Bob will continue with the next quarter’s financial projections.”
A low murmur of conversation kicked up around the table as the board members relaxed for a few moments. I stood and made my way to the coffee urns for a refill. It gave me a chance to hover on the side for a moment and act busy. For some reason, whenever I accompanied my father to the office, I felt like I had a neon sign flashing liar above my head. I could feel the stares of employees and board members, hear them calling me a nepo baby who didn’t deserve or even want to head up the company. And that was before anyone dissected my lack of qualifications. What did I know about running a business, let alone a billion-dollar global empire?
Nothing. I knew nothing.
My father would laugh and tell me he wasn’t going anywhere for a long time. He’d remind me he learned the same way I would, at his father’s side, once he’d completed college. He had an answer for every roadblock I threw in his path.
Damn him.
“Ryder, my boy,” he said, his voice dripping with pride as he strode my way. For some reason, he always called me my boy at the office, like he needed to remind everyone of my elite status as the CEO’s son.
“Great job, Dad. Some exciting projects on the horizon.”
He squeezed my shoulder as he reached for an empty mug. “Thank you, son. There’s nothing I love more than having you here by my side.” His eyes, the same blue I’d stared at in the mirror my whole life, now had the softness of age crinkling their corners. His blond hair, also a near copy of mine, now had the sprinkling of salt common for a man in his fifties. He’d also lost the athletic build he’d been blessed with after decades of living the life of a very wealthy man. Despite the years showing in his appearance, he still maintained the razor-sharp business acumen that had expanded his father’s corporation to one of the most prestigious in the nation, maybe the world.
“I remember the exhilaration of joining my father at board meetings. I loved the feeling of knowing I’d one day take the helm. It’s a heady one, isn’t it?” Pride radiated from him, hitting me square in the gut.