Broken Bastard EBook


Present Day

My name is Tyler Alexander. I’m twenty-eight years old. Two years ago I had it all. An executive job in a prestigious investment firm owned by my father. Ha! Yeah, right – father. I’ll explain about that later.

I lived in a waterfront apartment overlooking the harbor and drove a Mercedes convertible.

Then, in the blink of an eye, it was gone. All of it. Everything, except the fucking clothes on my back. I was broken. A bastard. Did I mention, I’m gay? No? Oh well, I have now.

This is the story of how my fairytale life turned to shit in the blink of an eye…….

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Two years earlier

Joshua Alexander barges into my office, no polite knock at the door, no excuse me, how’s your day. He glares at the files strewn on my desk before training his angry gaze onto me. “Pope file, now.”

I rummage through the pile, locate the Pope investment file and thrust it in my father’s direction. He snatches it from me and turns to leave.

“They won’t stay. We can’t offer them the return the Phillips can. He said he would leave half with me but that’s it.”

Dad swings around and pins me with narrowed eyes. “Thinking like that will get you fucking nowhere in this business. Half is not good enough. Samuel won’t take no for an answer, he’ll demand they keep it all with us.” He storms from my office and I can’t resist giving him the bird behind his back. Yeah, real mature I know.

Samuel is my brother, three years younger than my twenty-six years and mom and dad’s golden child. Literally. While I have hair as black as coal and pale gray eyes, my brother is surfie blonde with clear ice blue eyes. In looks we are poles apart. In temperament, we are planets apart.

I’m easy going, slow to anger. Samuel is a mean motherfucker like our dad and has a deadly short fuse. Fuck, his temper could blow you into outer space. Brothers we might be. Friends, we are not. Hell, we don’t even like each other, can’t even stand to be in the same room together.

We all work downtown at Alexander’s Investment Corporation. It was my grandfather’s business, handed down to my father. Hopefully one day, being the eldest son, it will be mine.

When I finally take control, if there is a business left to take control of, changes will be made. We miss out on, and are losing, accounts because of dad’s and Samuel’s greed. Our commission is one of the highest in the city. As I said – greed. The only thing keeping most accounts with us, and the business afloat, is loyalty to my father. God only knows why! We also have a high success rate in recommendations. Or should I say, I have a high success rate. Not to blow my own trumpet but, Dad and Samuel are shit when it comes to selecting successful investments. They don’t study the market and make snap decisions which usually backfire. Big time.

Anyway, as I was saying, clients stay because of our, read my, success in making them money. Other firms take lower commissions but their success rate is around 60% on average. Mine is 90%.

The other companies draw the high-risk clients prepared to take a gamble, our firm attracts mom and dad clients planning their future. Problem is, it’s those willing to take a risk who have the big bucks. We need to attract these high turnover clients but dad refuses to lower the commission we take to attract them.

Try as I might, no matter how many times I explain it, neither he or my brother can see that 10% of a million dollars is a hell of a lot more than 30% of a hundred thousand dollars. So, I’ve given up. It’s like trying to explain something to a brick wall or a person who doesn’t speak or understand English. I’ll do my job to the best of my ability and keep my ideas to myself. My time at the helm will come, I just have to be patient.

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