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The Scott Name
"Hello, I'm Adam Johnson," said the boy. The man behind the desk stood up and straightened his tie before reaching out to shake the boy's hand. "We spoke on the phone," added Adam. "About an internship."
The man smiled easily. "Of course, I remember. Can you start today?"
Startled, Adam nodded. "Yes, yes I can start right now."
"Perfect." Grinned the man. "My secretary will tell you what you need to know." With that, he dismissed Adam from his office. The man watched him leave, wondering what it was about the boy that seemed so familiar. But a second later he dismissed it as a coincidence and turned back to his work.
Adam could feel the man's eyes on him as he left the office. Although he hid it well, he was trembling from his sandy-haired head to his feet. To anyone who looked at that moment, although no one did, they would have seen the pain, and fear, and intense curiosity betrayed within his electric blue eyes. It had been shocking walking in there, really, and seeing him after all these years. His face, known only from an old and crumpled photograph, had haunted his dreams for as long as he could remember. But it was the nameplate on the desk that had sent the first tremor through his lanky body. Lucas Scott, it read, President. "Scott," thought Adam. It was the name he would have had, if his mother hadn't given him up for adoption over seventeen years ago. "Adam Scott."
And then the secretary called his name, his real name, and Adam snapped back into the reality of what was.
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"Adam, come here for a moment," called Lucas Scott from his office. A tall boy was lounging casually by Lucas' desk. He had loose brunette curls that fell almost to his shoulders and sparkling blue eyes.
"Adam, this is my nephew, Jamie," introduced Lucas. "You two are probably pretty close in age. Are you seventeen?"
"I'll be eighteen next month, sir," replied Adam.
Lucas nodded. "Well, Jamie here is sixteen, going on thirty." He laughed, as did Jamie and Adam, indulgingly.
Jamie straightened and reached out a hand. "James Scott, nice to meet you."
Adam clasped it and replied, "Adam Johnson, it's my pleasure." But running through his mind were the words It shouldn't be like this. I shouldn't have to introduce myself to my own cousin. We could have grown up together. The words were reflected in his eyes, but Jamie didn't notice. Lucas did, and he wondered about it for sometime afterwards, but he couldn't distinguish what that pain and longing had meant, or even what it was.