The Silent Millionaire

A/N: Ok guys! Back with a new story that I hope you all enjoy. As always, trying to make it different from the other stories, but of course having the one focus: our favourite couple. Enjoy and review.

"What makes you right for the job?" A formal woman, shoulder length blonde hair, tight black dress on, older but fair for her age, clipboard and pen in front of her as she constructed a job interview.

"I have a ton of experience. I've worked in a lot of bars before." The girl sat across smiled, having been in the interview for around an hour now. She never knew it'd take so long to go through an interview to be a waitress.

"Oh, honey. This isn't just a bar. This is a night club. One of the best in Chicago, along with many other branches. This contract you'll be under is called zero hours. It means you could be placed in any of our branches. You need to be dedicated to this business. I hold it very dear to my heart."

"Oh, I am. I'm very dedicated." The girl smiled, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. Did I offend you?" She asked extremely nervously.

"Of course not." The woman smiled, "You do have experience, and that is a plus." She smiled, "I tell you what… I have your number. I'll give you a call sometime this week." The woman nodded to the younger girl who just smiled.

"Ok, well thank you for giving me this interview." The brunette stood up in sync with the older woman, "I really appreciate it." She extended her hand as the woman shook it.

"It was my pleasure, dear." The woman smiled to the brunette, watching her pick up her bag and leave the office, just as a blonde girl walked in.

"Who was that?" The blonde girl, dressed in a grey and black dress asked, walking over to the desk, "Hello, earth to mother." The girl spoke whilst waving her hand at her mother closely.

"Oh, just a girl wanting a job at Exodus." The woman shook her head.

"Are you gonna hire her? Or does she have to pass dad's test first, seeing as he makes all the decisions around here." The girl rolled her eyes and folded her arms.

"I am in charge of the clubs, Melissa." The woman said sharply to her daughter Melissa. Melissa was twenty four years old. A very bright young girl, yet overshadowed as she was the youngest child in her family.

"No you're not. Dad is. Dad is in charge of everything. All you do is make sure the waitresses and waiters show up to work." Melissa said, "Anyway… what's her name?" Melissa asked.

"April. She's pretty well qualified. She has an English and Literature degree though which… baffles me as to why she wants to work in a club."

"Maybe because English is boring and she's suddenly realised it." Melissa rolled her eyes.

"You're just saying that because you struggled with English at school." Melissa's mother, Lorna said, "Monica was excellent at English."

"Monica was excellent at everything." Melissa made a face, "Speaking of the walking, breathing dollar, where is she?"

"At a meeting with your father." Lorna said as she logged into the computer on her desk.

"And why didn't dad ask me to come with him?" Melissa asked.

"Becuase you wouldn't understand what was going on." Lorna said, "You know you're my star when it comes to marketing. That's your role in this family, and you're excellent at it, you're the reason we're always so busy." She smiled, "And you're still the baby, which means I have to protect you from big scary office men."

"I'm twenty four." Melissa shook her head.

"Still my baby." Lorna smiled.

"Ok, where is big brother?" Melissa asked.

"He is either opening up Exodus, Leviticus, Atomic or… in his bed probably." Lorna trailed off.

"If I was in my bed at this time of the day you would kill me. Why do you take it so easy on him?" Melissa asked.

"Because he can look after himself, Melissa. You know that." Lorna said.

"No, you're just sexist." Melissa smirked.

"Yeah, that's right." Lorna shook her head, "I can count on your brother to be there when he is needed. You know how he and your father are."

"Dad loves him. He wants him to be the new him."

"That's the problem." Lorna said, "Your brother has always had a problem with beating to the sound of other people's drums." She said as Melissa just nodded in agreement, "Now c'mon, I have work to do, and so do you. Off you pop back to your office." She smiled to her daughter who just rolled her eyes, "I love you." Lorna smiled as Melissa just mumbled on her way out of the office.

They were currently in the headquarters for their very successful family business. Above all they were a marketing company, especially in night clubs and bars. They owned many and also co-owned some in other states. Not to mention other bars in the city fed off their stock income. It wasn't all just pulling pints and cracking smiles. This was where the technical stuff happened.

"Where is your brother?" Lorna asked later that night, sitting at the dinner table with her family, minus her son who always sat next to her, whilst Melissa and Monica sat across, and at the head, st her husband, Jim.

"Why do you ask that as if I keep a tracker on him?" Melissa asked her mother.

"He's always late." Monica scoffed, "Can't we just eat?" She asked, looking from her mother and father.

"No, we wait on your brother." Jim, head of the family, head of the company, head of everything really, spoke.

They waited fifteen more minutes until finally, their awaited son strolled into the dining room in the huge, luxurious house. He stuck out like a sore thumb. He wasn't dressed head to toe in office wear. He barely looked company material, but as a matter of fact, he was probably the smartest in the family.

"You're late." Jim observed as he watched his son take a seat beside his mom, kissing her cheek as Lorna smiled sweetly.

"You know you don't have to wait on me." The man scoffed.

"We eat together." Jim said, "As a family."

"Alright. I apologise." The man nodded, looking across to his two sisters who were glaring at him, "What? What the fuck have I done?" He shook his head.

"Language!" Jim shouted, "You are always late. I don't know what it is that makes you late, quite frankly I don't care, but on Sundays, we eat dinner as a family. Together. It's been like that since you were all old enough to raise a fork to your mouth." He spat, "How about we come to your apartment and you cook us dinner if you're always so late?" He said.

"Jim." Lorna looked at her husband, "Phil was only fifteen minutes late." She whispered.

"He is always late." Jim said, "He's ungrateful."

"Ugh… he is right here and he isn't ungrateful." Phil, the only son in the family said, "You're just stressed out about this IPO thing." He shook his head as Jim leered across the table at him.

"Can we eat now?" Melissa asked frustratedly.

"Yes." Lorna nodded, "Of course." She nodded, tapping her husband's foot under the table as a warning sign.

"How did the meeting go anyway?" Phil asked, looking up the table at his father who ate in silence.

"Uh, it went well." Monica added as Phil turned to her, "We're so close. Right, dad?" She smiled up to her father, "We have a meeting with the exchange commission experts next week and… it seems like we'll be ready to go. Which reminds me, we have to sort out shares soon, dad." Monica said.

"Shares. What's that?" Lorna asked.

"Since we all work in different parts of the company, we all got our own shares, meaning money. Dad will control them and decide how much each of us get." Monica smiled as Phil rolled his eyes.

"Great." Phil muttered under his breath.

Monica, a darker haired girl, the oldest out of the three of them, was very much the smarticle particle. She'd gone to law school and was very much of use to her father. Phil, or Punk to most people, was the middle sibling. He controlled the clubs at night whilst they were running. Melissa, the youngest child in the family and was in charge of advertising and marketing. Lorna was the head of ER and controlled the stock of the night clubs, and Jim, as well as controlling everything that his family controlled also, he made bonds, deals, friendships with other companies, and recently, they had been in this long slow process, of making the company a publicly traded one.

After dinner, which was a regular occurrence every Sunday at Lorna and Jim's ravish house, Punk found himself in the living room with his older sister, Monica. He was close to both his sisters, but had different relationships with them both. He could mess around with Monica. There was just a few years between them. He always had her in reach at school, where as Melissa was younger, and he felt he always had to protect her. Both his sisters were beautiful. He couldn't deny that. Which made it all the more harder to keep his eye on them.

"You stressed about the IPO thing?" Punk asked, watching Monica pour herself a glass of something over at the mini bar beside the piano.

"I'm stressed that dad is stressed." Monica said, throwing back a shot of something, "I know it's gonna happen. There's no reason for it not to, and so far, there isn't any ways I've thought of that would make the company fail." She said, "I'm just… it is a big deal. Taking it all public."

"Guess we know who is getting the most shares." Punk raised his eyebrows, "Daddy's million dollar princess?" He said as Monica smiled.

"It's hard being a princess, you know." Monica joked, walking over to him and sitting down on the couch next to him, "He'll give us equal shares. You know that." Monica said.

"No. He'll give you the most. Melissa the second most, and then me. That's the way he's always categorised us."

"He loves us all. Equally." Monica said, "He's just mad you don't come to work by his side in a power suit with a brain ready for war."

"I don't want that kind of life." Punk shrugged, "I've told him, and mom that since I was old enough to understand how this business works." He said.

"I say you're still doing alright for yourself." Monica said, "You got your boss apartment, you have a pretty laid back job which leads you to women, women and more women. You have good friends. Assholes. But good friends." She nodded.

"And a dad who thinks I'm a disappointment?" Punk smiled to her as she ruffled his hair.

"He loves you. You just don't realise it. The reason he's so hard on you is because he knows you're capable of running this company one day."

"I don't want to run this company." Punk shook his head, "Dad will put you in charge."

"He's sexist. He still won't think I'll be able to handle it."

"And you think he thinks I will?" Punk laughed.

"He thinks he can train you. That's why he's always so bitter. Remember, I hang around with him almost every day." Monica said as Punk just sighed, relaxing his head back on the couch as his younger sister came into the living room where they were sitting.

"Hey, Mel. Tell Punk who mom interviewed today at the office for a job in Exodus." Monica smiled as Melissa strolled in, collapsing over on the chair across from her brother and sister.

"Why?" Melissa laughed, "She was just some girl."

"Just tell him." Monica smirked.

"April, I think her name was." Melissa shrugged, "I don't know. Mom didn't look impressed either way."

"What's the big deal?" Punk turned to Monica, not sure why she was making such a big deal about it.

"April." Monica said, "Mendez." She smiled as Punk stared at her in shock, raising his eyebrows, "Bet you never thought you'd hear that name again."

"I definitely fucked it up." April, or AJ to those close to her said, "I thought I was just going for a waitress interview, not pledging allegiance to a cult." She shook her head as her best friend and roommate laughed.

"I'm sure it didn't go as bad as you think." Her best friend, Paige smiled.

"Oh. It did. It was bad. She looked disgusted at me when I referred to myself as having plenty of experience with working in a bar." She shook her head, "It was like I couldn't say anything right."

"Well you know it's a successful company. It isn't just a scabby bar downtown you applied for." Paige said, lying on her stomach on the couch as AJ paced in front of the TV, "Have you even been to Exodus? Or Leviticus? Or Atomic? Or any of the clubs the Brooks' own?" She asked.

"I stepped off a flight last week. No. I haven't." AJ shook her head, "I searched up waitressing jobs and Exodus came up, so I just applied." She said, "I had no idea it was such a big thing."

"Well it is." Paige said, "You still haven't even told me why you came back?" Paige said as AJ shrugged, taking a seat across on the other sofa in their small but homey apartment.

"I just… wanted to come back." AJ shrugged, "I missed it. I missed the city."

"Did you break up with a boyfriend? Is that what it is?" Paige smiled.

"No. What do you take me for?" She laughed a little, "No. I just, missed it. This place will always be home." She said, "I had no idea that it was his family that… you know, own this company and branches of clubs." She shook her head, "Do you think he'll be there?"

"He's usually in Exodus." Paige nodded.

"You see him on a regular basis?" AJ shook her head.

"Sometimes." Paige said, "I know I'm meant to be all supportive and stuff but… he's gotten fit. I mean, he's always been fit but… mother may I." Paige smirked.

"Yeah, ok. I get it." AJ said, "God, what if I see him?" She sighed.

"Don't be a baby. What happened, happened a long, long time ago. You're both adults now. He's like… a silent millionaire. Do you honestly think he's gonna care about some ex girlfriend, Summer secret romance he had when you guys were kids?" She asked as AJ sighed, running her hands through her hair.

"Guess not." She whispered to herself.

A/N #2: Let me know what you think. I gave Punk a sturdy family, well… sturdy as it gets. Feel like he's always the neglected kid. But anyway… tell me what you guys think of it so far. Let me know what you think. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!