The guard immediately opened both turnstiles in front of the Duke and the boy.
Richie expected the adults to naturally have questions about him. They probably did, but neither the guard nor the secretary dared voice their thoughts. And who were they, and who was Gerald Rich, that he would say something irrelevant?! That's just it! Birds of a feather flock together.
But what could a simple security guard and secretary know about Richie? Absolutely nothing. After all, the boy wasn't a public figure; neither the general public nor ordinary Rich Group employees knew anything about him. Gerald doesn't talk much about his family; on the contrary, he tries to keep all information about his children as secret as possible.
Richie and his father took the elevator to the fourth floor. As they walked down the hallway, everyone stopped working and politely greeted the manager. The office workers' eyes lit up with the question: "Who is this boy?"
Soon, father and son settled into a spacious, luxuriously decorated office. There was a massive mahogany desk, in front of which stood a luxurious executive chair. For visitors, the office had a leather sofa and a pair of armchairs set in front of the desk.
Then everything spun like a carousel. Too many impressions for one day. Gerald called the head of HR, nodded at Richie, and "politely asked":
- Stephen, arrange for the boy to be a courier around the building.
Naturally, there were no objections from the subordinate, a man with chestnut hair, brown eyes, and a thin face, who looked about forty in his black suit. He simply turned to the boy and asked politely:
- What is your first and last name, young man? Do you have the necessary documents?
"Richard Rich, sir," the transmigrator replied politely. "I don't have any documents with me, but they can bring them if needed."
The head of human resources seemed to have vanished from public view forever. His eyes had become toad-like, so bulging were they. He stood tall, as if impaled, swallowed convulsively, and said in a slightly shaky voice:
- Uh... No, Mr. Rich... - he glanced sideways at Gerald. - No documents required, right, sir?
"No, no," the sixth Duke of Westminster countered, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Stephen," he said to the head of human resources, "do everything as required. The documents will be brought to you shortly."
"What..." Stephen drawled, frightened. "And give the new employee the form to fill out?"
"Of course, Stephen," Gerald nodded. "Everything must be as usual. No special treatment for the new courier."
"Uh-uh..." Stephen caught the blue screen of a non-existent operating system. "No concessions, sir! When will the young man start work?"
"Today," Gerald answered.
"Uh-huh-huh," Stephen nodded like a dummy. "But, sir," he turned to the manager, "according to the law, we must obtain permission from the local authorities to hire a minor."
"It is, Stephen," Gerald said.
"And also, sir," the head of personnel became bolder, "a young man of that age cannot work more than twenty-five hours a week, or two hours a day if there are school hours. And after four hours of work, the young man will have to take an hour-long break."
"Steven, don't worry about school," Gerald said. "Richie just finished elementary school and is currently on an extended break before starting high school. And anyway, which one of us works in HR? Steve, don't bullshit me. You know the labor laws perfectly well, so manage the new courier's hours wisely. I think the young man can handle four hours a day from eight until noon, five days a week. Right?" He turned his gaze to his son.
"No problem!" the boy flashed a toothy smile at the adults. "Mister," he turned to Stephen, "will you show me around and show me around?"
"Yes, yes, of course," Stephen agreed immediately. "Can we go, sir?" he asked the elder Rich.
- Certainly.
Gerald dismissed Stephen and Richard with a commanding gesture of his right palm.
Thus began the transmigrator's daily work routine. It's funny to think-a small child, the son of a billionaire, working part-time as a courier. No one would believe me if I told them.