Author's Note: So one thing I learn is to always back up my chapters I'm working on. When I work on AWW I usually have written three or four chapters written and I spend sometime tweaking. Like right now I have two chapters already written just not ready to be posted. But when my computer crash bye bye chapters and hello a piss off author. I'm sorry it took so long but here it is. There is something to catch in this chapter out of the five people who get a sneak peek only two got it I'm curious to see if any of my loyal readers or any of my new readers will catch it. As for future chapters I'm sure it will thrill you, I have a new bet with Cathy aka Catc20, for the people who are familiar with our bets they are usually interesting and it causes us to write faster. It's who can post a total of four chapters in two weeks and I plan to beat the pants off her. So review it gets me to write faster. Big thanks to Cassandra and to Miranda for being there and for betaing. Big huge thanks and lots of love to Ellen I can't believe you are still reading this but are you reviewing. Thanks guys.

The Devil wears Armani

The fear was evident in everyone's eyes. Twenty top executives held their breath, waiting for any type of reaction or comment from the man who sat at the head of the long mahogany table looking like a tyrant, the replica of the man whose portrait was directly behind him. The black pin strip Armani suit just added to the image, to the mystery. After all it was a widely known fact that Lucas Scott had never wanted to be the head of one of the biggest corporations in the world and one day he had simply returned, stepping into his role of President and turning the company into a well oiled machine. The Midas touch was at his finger tips. Royale Scott's heir was creating a bigger stir than the old man himself. He was a man who had power and control, someone who expected the best and didn't accept failure which was what he was getting that morning.

No one spoke which only led to more tension, they were too fearful. They had all understood what he had needed, what he wanted and not one of them had delivered. Their stomachs dropped as they heard him clear his throat, their eyes transfixed on his right hand which held a pen that he used to write furiously on a yellow legal pad. No one could read his face. It was neutral and that's what unnerved them the most, what made him an enigma. It was not knowing what to expect from their boss, predictability and Lucas Scott could never be said in the same sentence.

Finally after what seem like an eternity to the twenty members of the Scott Corp Project he spoke. In a clear, loud voice he address them all. "I gave you ample time to come up with the perfect locations for my project. To come up with a proposal, figures, stats," he said slowly as he looked down at his lap top and began to furiously type on his keyboard. "Some of you have been part of this corporation for years and the rest of you I have acquired from various corporations, Scott Corp competitors. I entice you all with more money and bonuses. So how do you think I feel to know that it was all a waste, a complete waste of my time."

Tension and fear once again filled the room as everyone shifted uncomfortably in the leather seats, silent. "So far," he continued, "every presentation has failed to impress me. I asked to be wowed. I asked for amazing and all I got was mediocrity. It's a really shame. I don't know if I made a mistake putting together such a mixture of people on this team. Maybe I should have just stuck with the heads of development, but whatever my mistake was you better believe I will rectify it. When I sat down to talk to you all I was assure that you would all succeed. Obviously that was a lie…"

"Luke I beg your pardon, but you gave us two weeks and our project was pretty good. It had all the requirements. I mean for two weeks," a brave soul named Paul with large black glasses stated in a matter of fact voice, which cause everyone to stare at him in disbelief.

"Paul, right?' Lucas asked coolly, not bothering to glance up at the man who had dared to interrupt him.

"Yes sir," he answered nervously as he tapped his leg with his hand.

"Yes, I remember your's the best. Your presentation was slightly better than mediocre. Slightly ," he stated, emphasizing the last word. "And yes it did possess most of the qualities, but it was also sixty five million dollars which is the reason we are not going with it and why I remember it so well."

"It's impossible to find what you want Lucas."

"The word impossible is not in this corporation's vocabulary!" Lucas said in a cold voice as he put his hands up in protest."Nothing is impossible. If things were impossible then I wouldn't be sitting here in front of you. I wouldn't be launching this project, I wouldn't have managed to change the mind of every board member who didn't believe in this project in just two weeks and those are some stubborn son of a bitches."

Loosening his collar he reached for the crystal pitcher in front of him and poured water into a crystal glass. "I told you all that I expected the best. In this business we need to be cold, calculating. You need connections. You need resources. That is the only way you are ever going to get ahead. That's how I got ahead. So Paul since you were the one who said it was impossible, let me ask you this. What would you say if I told you that I have the lands?" His statement was greeted with silence, which caused him to smirk as he punched a few numbers on the phone.

"Yes Lucas?" they heard a female voice say.

"Tina send them in. We're ready for them."

Less than a minute later the doors of the board room opened up and Jake, Cooper Lee, Skillz and Fergie strolled into the room, each carrying files under their arms.

"Well, well, well can we all just say that you can cut the tension with a knife," Skillz whispered to a tense Jake who was sweating bullets.

"I believe I was very clear we could not exceed thirty five million. Now I understand the concept of a budget may be new to all of you, but you all need to get this through your heads. We are on a budget, I gave you guys the figures. I told you what we need it! No one is prepared? So with that said," Lucas continued, causing Skillz to flash everyone in the room a sly smile. "Ladies and gentleman I give you the team who is going to take this company to the next level and who their job. The floor is your's Jake."

Jake took a deep breath as he handed Lucas a black folder and began to hand out the same ones to everyone in the room. His stomach was in knots as he locked eyes with a female executive that was nicknamed The Bull, who he had personally stolen from one of their competitors. She looked like she was going to cry at any minute.

Clearing his throat he began to talk. "The name of the chain is Sunny Days. It was a very popular vacation resort in the late 60's, early 70's. It was privately owned by the Sandford family and has been closed for the last twenty years. The chain is a small one, not as big as you had asked for but it has a lot of potential. It has thirty resorts all over the United States, all of them near some sort of beach or lake. The hotels have a maximum occupancy rate of 300, but they also all have mini cabins that used to house families that spent the whole summer at the resort. It needs extensive, massive renovations…"

"How massive?" Lucas asked, his eyes never leaving the papers he was reading.

Jake looked to his right where Cooper Lee, the head of architect hired by Lucas and Skillz a few weeks earlier, stood. He gave him a small encouraging nod and waited for him to speak. Everyone could tell that the man was defiantly uncomfortable. Jake once again cleared his throat, which thankfully caused Cooper to speak.

"Massive, " he said in a soft voice.

"Excuse me!" Lucas stated, his eyes locking with Cooper's. "Speak up. Not everyone heard you."

"Sorry," Cooper answered in a stronger voice. "Umm I said massive. I visited three resorts and out of the three, one needs to be torn down. The other two need to be renovated…I'm not sure about the rest, but if they're in the same type of condition we are looking at …"

"Time frame?" Lucas interrupted.

"Excuse me?" Cooper asked, confused.

"Time Cooper, how long? Six weeks, a month, ten months, three years? How long until my resorts are up and running?"

"Oh um a few months. e can have some of them up and going in by next summer."

"Umm" Lucas said once again. "How much?"

"That's the beauty of the whole deal dawg," Skillz said, looking cool as a cucumber in a blue suit. "The price is cheap we are talking 10 million dollars."

"No way," people whispered in disbelief.

Lucas, who didn't miss a beat, looked up at Skillz and nodded. "Can you explain to everyone in this room why this deal is so cheap and what's wrong with the property please."

"Nothing! Nothing at all. Bridgette Sanford is the only owner. She got them in her divorce settlement and is very eager to get rid of them to piss off her ex, who left her for a younger woman. She doesn't need the money, she has it coming out of her ears. She just wants to spite him and trust me this would spite him. The resorts are not even on the market yet. Jake and I got a tip and we approached her. She is ready to sell now. We still have to send our inspectors in and stuff, but its not a bad deal. Also she owns two other small hotels, one in Australia and the other in Mexico, which she is willing to sell as well. The sale price for those two will be higher, but overall man we will have in our power just what you wanted for the resort chain and two additional properties when we go global. "

"The board can't say we didn't stay on budget," Jake added, feeling more confident than he had been when he had walked into the room. "They approved the Tree Hill resort and said they would jump on board as long as we didn't go over the budget they gave you. We had forty five million to play with and if we get the chain for ten we still have thirty five to offer for the two other hotels. Skillz and I are confident we can get them for an additional fifteen which means that not only are we under budget, but we can put the rest of the money towards the renovations. And one more point I want to make is that the small cabins can be turned into private retreats for people who just don't want to be bothered, but want the luxury of the resort."

"Is this it?" Lucas asked as he took out pictures of the hotels out of the folders.

"Yes," Jake said, nodding. "Skillz, Cooper, Fergie and I are going to fly down to Atlanta to talk to Ms. Sanford and tour the resort. We have sent others to do the same in other areas. I talked to Tina and she says she can clear your day tomorrow to join us if you want…"

"Um…Well ladies and gentleman…" Lucas said as he reached for the crystal pitcher in front of him and poured himself a glass of water. "This is the perfect example of what is expected out of all of you, why I pay you all the money I do. Jake and Skillz got a tip and went the extra mile to get us what we needed to start the project. They got the land and they got it below the price we originally had thought. Can anyone honestly say they put as much effort as they did?"

His question was met with silence. "I want to make something crystal clear. I hired most of you myself and everyone in this room has iron clad contracts. I pay you enormous amounts of money and I expect perfection. But no one, I repeat no one, is indispensable. I can replace every single on you in a second. So the next time I ask to be wowed I expect to be wowed. And Paul make sure impossible is never uttered in my presence again. It's clear from Jake and Skillz's plan that nothing is impossible. That is all," he said, waving his hand in the air as most of the people in the room shot up from their seats, fleeing as fast as they could. This left him alone with Cooper, Jake and Skillz.

"Damn Luke you can sure clear out a room," Skillz said as he stood up from his spot and plopped himself in the seat next to Lucas. "I think most of them shitted on themselves."

"Well fuck them, but guys you defiantly step up to the plate amazing," Lucas said, cracking his knuckles.

"Thanks Luke," Jake answered as he gathered his things together and began to walk out of the room with Cooper following him silently, a queer expression on his face.

"So Cooper, what did you think of your first meeting? Cause you defiantly look like you were going to shit your pants," Skillz said, chuckling as Cooper turned to face him, his cheeks turning a bright shade of red.

"It was okay," the dirty blonde hair man answer. "Defiantly an experience."

"Well Coop welcome to the team. You guys did good."

"Thanks Luke," both Jake and Cooper said as they walked out the door.

"So do I kick ass or what Lucas? I mean I am good? I know you always knew it, but now you have the facts right in front of you."

"Yeah Skillz ,you are good," Luke answered, his eyes once again fixated on the screen.

"LUCAS! What the hell are you doing? You know that I require everyone's attention on me."

"I'm finishing the last projections. I have a dinner tomorrow night with Larry Sawyer and he wants to see what we are up to before he votes for the Davis family."

"You mean Brooke, not the Davis family. So Larry Sawyer huh? Well it figures. Why the hell are you going to so much trouble? I mean you have everyone's vote for the project. You can go head and do it without Brooke's vote"

"Why are you so surprised that it's Larry Sawyer? He is one of the top executive at Davis Oil, practically Mark Davis right hand," Lucas stated, trying to change the subject.

"I'm not surprised. I mean after everything that is being said about the Davis family Larry is the obvious choice. Did you know that Mark is living in Raleigh now? He separated from Mary."

"Skillz do you spend your days gossiping? Cause if you do you have major issues. And I have a bigger one because I'm paying you a fortune."

"Hey don't mock me because of my gossiping I got us the tip about Mrs. Sanford and saved you a shit load of money. It's amazing the information you can get when you fuck the right people. Now I'm off. I have a facial at three and then I'm meeting Ivette for an early dinner, preferably naked in my bed. You know she has a friend who is kind of cute. I could hook you up."

"No way! You hook up Jake all you want, but leave me alone. I don't have time for anything except work and Drew."

"Hooking up Jake is boring. He spends the whole night talking about Peyton. I don't get it. That chick is crazy, but that's what he wants. I told him his ass is going to end up on Jerry Springer. Now back to you, you know you need a date to the Black and White ball it is the event of the season."

"I already told you Skillz, I'm not going. I've been working like a dog these last few weeks and I've barely spent any time with Drew."

"He has the nanny, what's her name? She scares the shit out of me. Mary Poppins she sure ain't and the hair on the chin, can we say get it waxed?"

"Nanny Louise and she doesn't like you. Hell I don't even think she likes me, but she's good and Drew seems to like her. I don't have to worry about anything so leave her alone."

"Fine. Back to the ball. You have to go, one it's a Scott Corp event and all the smoochzing you've been doing lately has paid off. You don't want to disappoint everyone."

"The event isn't only a Scott Corp event, it's a Davis event organized by Mary Davis. I don't think she would be too happy to see the brother of the man who broke her baby's heart there. And I have smooched everyone that matters. I have played golf, had dinners, drinks. I'm smooched out. But you're right. I do still have to cement a couple of more members, even though we have the votes we need to ensure the project goes off without a hitch."

"Of course I'm right," Skillz said, flashing his pearly whites at Lucas. "Tomorrow at three after we fly back from Atlanta, Tony my tailor is expecting you. He is going to set you up with a tux, as for a date…There's Teresa, Christina, ohhhhh how about Hana?"

"Nope I draw the line at that. I'll go solo. I told you before I don't need any entanglements."

"Yeah!" Skillz said thoughtfully. "Maybe going solo is the right thing to do, a few drinks and the ladies will flock to us! Brilliant man, I'm off. See you later. Oh by the way, how about we grab a few drinks after tonight?"

"I can't. I have plans."

"Oh plans like plan plans? Are you finally going to get some cause I've been worried."

"Nope my grandmother has returned and she has requested my presence at dinner tonight."

"NO SHIT? How did I not know this?"

"Um maybe because she just got back."

"Yeah, but it's your nana. She is like the head of this whole town and when she steps foot in Tree Hill everyone knows. Oh God, she doesn't want the company back does she? Jesus after all that work I can't take this. I cannot work for your grandmother Lucas. She scares me. Do you remember when she caught us with those two girls in the trophy room?"

Lucas just shook his head as he laughed. Skillz was always good for that for a laugh. "Of course I do. I've never seen your ass run so fast, pulling your pants up in the process. It was classic. And stop worrying. She assured me it had nothing to do with the company. She wants to have dinner, that's it. Now go and start looking for that property."

"You weren't really serious, were you?"

"Skillz look at me. I'm serious. Do I ever joke about business or money?'

"Touché. Alright, but I can only pull out one miracle a year!" Skillz said as he walked out of the room. "Don't forget tuxes tomorrow."

"Yeah, yeah," Luke said as he shook his head. Leaning back on his chair he continued to plug in numbers on his lap top, enjoying the silence of the room. He had grown up in the famous Scott board room, his grandfather had brought him in since he was a toddler to show him who he was and who he was expected to become. He knew the old man was looking down at him, ecstatic that he had finally taken his place as the head of the company. For a brief second he felt something inside him tug at his heart, he knew what it was. It was his freedom. As much as he was enjoying his new status as President and father to his nephew, he also missed his freedom. The ability to take off when he wanted, to do what he wanted, to not have to answer to anyone. But he had done what needed to be done and there was no turning back.

Once more he began to furiously type up statuses onto his computer. Larry Sawyer was known for being meticulous with details and he wanted to make sure that all of his bases were covered for their meeting. Leaning back he put his hands on the back of his head and closed his eyes. Success felt good and knowing he had done it on his own was even sweeter. He thought back at the last month, everything he had done to secure votes for his project. It had all been worth it because they finally took him seriously. He was no longer just the heir, he had earned their respect on his own. Drew's inheritance was secure. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his Ipod and turned it on. Plugging the earphones into his ears, he once again closed his eyes and began to sing softly.

You said the way my blue eyes shined,
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said: "That's a lie"
Just a boy in a Chevy truck,
That had a tendency of gettin' stuck,
On backroads at night
An' I was right there beside him all summer long
An' then the time we woke up to find that summer'd gone

But when you think: Tim McGraw,
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long:
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness, I hope you think: "That little black dress"
Think of my head on your chest,
An' my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me