Chapter 9:CEO Loves To Pick A Fight

Aaron Blacks POV
What is this woman thinking! Does she know how dangerous it is for her to bring my child out here! The nerve of her. I was in Australia having an international meeting with their head of state on some new technology initiative on biotech weapons with its corresponding counter defence artificial intelligence aid.
I had to quickly wrap up the meeting and skip the dinner specially organised for me at the presidential White House because my men wouldn't stop spamming by phone with reports of Ava crying and causing a tantrum.
My private jet was already on standby and I came straight to her school, besides dinners and events after a successful contact is a mere social waste of time and networking opportunities for rising stars. I don't need any networking and my daughter will always come first. Maybe, I will have to start bringing her along on my business trip and hire a teacher who would come along with us. What a brilliant idea.
"Sir, are we using the chopper to get there faster or the car is okay. According to the data, there is no traffic around this time of the day. Everyone is currently at school or work" asked my efficient personal assistant.
"The car please because I still have another meeting and that time I check they don't have a helicopter landing space."
"Okay, Mr President," he said, flinging his head a bit and already barking orders over the phone.
Now, just imagine the shock that welcomed me when I arrived at Kings and Queen's Academy to meet my baby girl covered in germs and playing with only heaven knows where she got that animal from. I was led by the principal to the so-called unhealthy playground where they said my daughter was having fun. Well, yeah. Fun with germs and microorganisms.
"Hey, Aunty, what was in your head to make you bring my daughter to such a dirty place!" I shouted going to grab Ava from that animal licking her face with his tongue.
"Harry, tell the doctor to be on standby to check Ava" I need my daughter healthy at all times.
"Okay, Mr President," He said immediately, dialling what I assume is Ava's doctor. The woman that had the guts to bring out my daughter was even playing on a swing to show you her level of maturity. Zero!
"Daddy!!!! I play with Door" shouted Ava while she hugged me with debris stained hands and played with my glasses straight.
"How are you doing Ava, sorry I didn't come earlier " I cooed while she just kept smiling at me and she rarely does that and anytime she finally smiles down at me with her missing baby teeth, a warmth feeling developed in my heart.
"Hey, Mister! Who are you calling Anty!" This woman had to bring this moment of connection between Ava and me. The playground looks colourful and enticing to children with a wide variety of toys to play with but I am not comfortable with the fact that the ground is not completely tiled to reduce the number of germs and microorganisms considerably.
I turned to give her a piece of my rage just to come in contact with the weird lady from last night, talk about the devil. "We met again, what a small world"
"You again, have you been following me around?" she asked rather rudely for someone talking to her. President and as if I don't have better things to waste my precious seconds on.
"You have been planning this all along right?" I asked about the extent gold diggers can go for fame or money, possibly both. "How can this man be as sweet as Ava's father, unbelievable? '' she whispered but not tootle for my sharp ears to miss.
"What the..." And she couldn't say any more words, knowing that I had busted her plans.
"I mean from yesterday when you saw me come to pick Ava up, to her disappearance at the hotel then as if offline is not enough. You had to take it online yeah, that video was just a minute long and is now all over the Internet. Thanks to you, my company has suffered huge financial losses..." I state the fact for her.
"This is so absurd Mr Whoever you are!" She shouted looking directly into my eyes. The nerve of this last.
"How much do you want?"
"Don't be ridiculous, this is not some TV drama?" she said, folding her arms. I checked my wristwatch and this girl is taking more of my time and my time equals money. I need to get done with this.
"How much do you want? Check " I directed the order to my assistant who was standing behind with my four up close bodyguards.
"Here Sir" I took out my pen and waited for her to talk. I need to get rid of her as soon as possible. Caused so much trouble within 48 hours.
And she puzzled me out by demanding 200 dollars.
"Only?" I was confused, expecting her to ask more or even pretend not to want it but this one seems to be stubborn and different.
"Well, you can have my head but you never play with a lady's hair. I need that 200 dollars to go to the best hairdresser and trim out the hair you made me burn without even apologizing" I almost fell for the trap to start arguing. But no, I'm better than that 200 dollars it is.
"I don't want it anymore," she said, making a face. As is, I will beg her. Went ahead to pick Ava up.
"Ava, beware of strange Aunty's that will leave you out on dirty germs"
"Hey! She was just having fun and there is nothing wrong with a child getting a little sunshine, playing on the ground and mingling with her age group. So you are the wires uncle" It's either she was sent from the pit of hell to spit at me or she detests me but she won't get a rise out of me.
I picked Ava and turned around to leave when she waved bye-bye to this crazy Aunt and her dog, even saying "Thank you". This is the first time she is using this word. At least this crazy aunty smells nice, I can give her accolades for that alone.
The bodyguards in charge of Ava later briefed me on how the crazy aunt and her dog were the only ones able to calm Ava down. Rather strange!
"Ava, can't believe you have started saying the words Thank you" and he smiled pointing towards a flier at the front of the school hallway. I move closer to have a look. It was an invitation from "Dancing Swan", a dance program the school is organising. I looked closely at the elegantly dancing-posed model in the picture wearing white only for me to realize it was a crazy Aunt. Her hair was all white ok the poster.
Of course, her bio says that Anastasia Peters is a dance teacher. But why is Ava showing me her flier?
"You want to dance too? That's great" but she shook her head instead.
"Then what do you want to do with the flier?", I patiently asked my baby.
" I want to play with Door" I took a deep sigh, not always understanding Ava's baby word. I hugged her, laying her head on my shoulders while we headed for the car. She will have to come along with me to my next meeting. No one questions me and besides, she is the sole heir of Zico Group Of Enterprise. It's high time she started learning the rules of the game.
That was when another brilliant idea hit me.