Sorry about this chapter, It's really just filler and more character introduction that was supposed to happen later. I had some serious writer's block and still need to come up with something for the next big drama moment. Actually, I asked my friend for inspiration, and all they gave me was "the fabric known as silk" and I went from there, but later realized I can use that later on.
Lukas traipsed agitatedly down the hall, trying –and failing- to think calmer… less murdery thoughts. Yeah, it really wasn't working. He had just been freed from the confines of his father's office; for just what reason he had been there, he didn't know…. But he knew it pissed him off.
Okay to be honest, part of him 'not knowing' was just him zoning out and also not caring, but he did get the gist of the conversation. Something about his family trying to buy... what? Some sort of specialties fabric company? Was it silk they made? Lukas thought it may have been, but ehh.
Either way, whatever it was, it was full of technical, economical, stuff. And responsibility. He couldn't forget responsibility. He hated that. And his parents wanted to dump a fuckton of it on him with a 'surprise birthday gift'. Of an entire. Company. What the hell he was supposed to do with that he had no clue.
Why couldn't he have gotten one of those new automobiles that were seen racing all over the capitol in the grand sweep of fashion? At least that he could use. Seriously, as much as he felt the walking he did was good- It was really the only form of exercise he ever did- if he wanted to go anywhere farther than a few miles he had to take the rail, and through a grueling process of trial and error he found that any time after four was when all the creeps came out of hiding, and onto the public transportation.
Lukas found himself occasionally thinking wishfully to himself that he wasn't one of the 'public' and that he was honoring the people by gracing the railways with his presence. He would then promptly punch himself in the face for being a pompous ass.
Thinking back to the matter at hand, Lukas realized that he didn't even like silk. It was far too slippery to be comfortable, and felt like mold when it got wet. Ew. What would he have to do to run this company at a minimum, but still satisfy his parents? He really wanted to be as hands off as possible.
Oh. And his boss. Apparently owning the company didn't mean having free reign over it, as it was part of a branding label that was, conveniently (depending on your perspective), owned and managed by a friend/coworker of his father. Oh joy. So he was to run the company according to whatever standards this mystery man put up, and he couldn't just sell it off either, leaving him with the simple option of doing what his parents said and returning to the state of being a functional member of society again.
Damn his parent's ingenuity.
Lukas found that the swift clicking of his shoes down the really too-long-to-serve-any-logical-purpose hallway was calming. He closed his eyes and tilted his head down, breathing through his nose deeply; effectively calming his fried nerves.
It almost worked, until he ran head first into a wall that hadn't been there a few moments before when he had looked down the hall. Wait. That wasn't a wall. That. Was a person.
Good god, what was it with him and running into people?! Lukas peered up from under his dislodged bangs, the cross-clip slipping down loosely to his ear, taking in the figure in front of him. Tall, dark and handsome was an accurate but understated description of the man smiling down at him.
The man gave off an air of jovial friendliness that eased the tension remaining in Lukas from his meeting a few minutes ago. There was also an underlying… something that Lukas took a few seconds to identify as an "I'm a nice guy, but fuck with me or my people and they won't be able to find your body" kind of aura. Huh. Lukas liked that.
"Well hi there! You doing okay? I had thought you seemed a bit out of it, guess I was right huh?" The man offered out a nicely tanned (How?! There's never any sun around here?) and well-muscled arm to help Lukas up.
After lightly patting off Lukas' coat, the man spoke again. "You're Lukas right?" He smiled brightly, and for the first time in a while, Lukas wasn't bothered by it being directed at him.
"That's me. Were you looking for me, or just browsing?" He didn't mean for it to come out quite that suggestive, but his inner flirt had been silenced for too long… now that he didn't have Emil to tease ruthlessly. Oh Well. The man seemed to take it well.
Deep, joyful laughter filled the hallway for a moment before the man held out his hand for Lukas to shake.
"As it happens I was looking for you! I presume you just got done talking to your dad about the new arrangements. I'm Antonio, your new boss!"
Oh. Well then.