Petyr knew he'd made a mistake the instant he set foot into Lion and Stag's reception on the ground floor, Myranda the receptionist had just stared at him as he walked over to the elevators with her mouth gaping open in what he could only describe as a combination ofconfusion, disgust and fear; fear that she'd fallen into some kind of alternate dimension or a strange game of spot the difference. Petyr ignored her however, and hit the button for floor fifty-one.

The familiar sound of a counterweight filled the large metal box as it assented towards the top floor, Petyr could feel Tristan's bold blue eyes on him and the older man looked down, the boy was smiling. Sansa had dressed him in a pair of navy khaki pants a grey shirt and a little navy waistcoat, it only then dawned on Petyr that Sansa had dressed the boy to match her Master's style, thought Petyr preferred black. Baelish sighed.

"I should have left you in the brothel."

The dark-haired man couldn't help but laugh, if anyone had heard him say that they'd have called social services in a heartbeat.

"Dada." Muttered the raven haired boy, his locks were starting to curl at the ends almost like Petyr's did if he let it get too long.

"Yeah, yeah. I know, I'm Daddy. You do know the only reason you're still here is because I want to keep everything even after I'm dead, right?"

No response the toddler didn't understand and Petyr didn't expect him to, no doubt Tristan only understood the word Daddy and he seemed happy enough with that. Little fingers clung to Petyr's coal black shirt and the boy's head rested delicately against his chest whileBaelish supported him with one arm. Finally the silver doors slid open and Littlefingerstepped out onto the executives floor, more staring from goggling eyes but it ended quickly when they realised the CFO could see them. The man with grey at his temple made his way to his office on the other side of the floor while Tristan looked around with wonder in his little baby blues.

Baelish found Gwendolyn sat at her desk as usual when he rounded the corner to his office, she had her dyed blonde hair tied back in a loose braid and wore a black ponte shift dress with a square neckline and three-quarter sleeves, a dress he'd notice she favoured. Her eyes flashed with surprise when she noticed Tristan but she had the common courtesy not to outright stare at the boy.

"Hello sir, your mail is on your desk." She told him before flashing a smile at Tristan who clung to his father's chest. "And whose this little cutie?"

Petyr thought to himself for a moment, she's a mother. Oh this could work nicely. He shuffled the boy in his arms and made a show of pushing a dark lock out of the boy's eyes before answering.

"This is Tristan, my son."

"You have a son?"

"Yes." Let's not get into how and why. "I do."

"He looks like you, sir." Petyr highly doubted that. "How old is he?"

"Eleven months." Petyr didn't like personal conversations but he needed Gwendolyn to like him and Tristan right now. "Would you mind taking care of him for me while I'm in with the other executives?"

"Of course, I'd love to."

Gwendolyn reached out happily for Tristan who went after Petyr managed to prise his little fingers from his shirt, do I need a crowbar? That was getting to be a regular question. His blonde assistant seemed to have the magic touch though because almost instantly Tristan calmed down and relaxed. With a bye Tristan to keep him looking like a good father Petyrwalked away, off to his meeting.

"Dada?"

"Oh don't worry, Angel." Said Gwendolyn with a red lined smile. "Daddy wouldn't want to leave you for too long."

Petyr nearly laughed at that as he continued walking, Daddy begs to differ.

Varys, Cersei, Pycelle, Brienne and new CEO Jaime were already in the boardroom when Petyr got there, it took him only a second to take his usual seat by Varys who offered him a good morning that Baelish hardly responded to. The rarely seen CTO entered a second or two later, Petyr didn't know why he still had a job because the man knew absolutely nothing about technology.

Cersei looked ready to kill, it had only been six weeks since Joffrey was buried and nowTywin was dead too. Tyrion had been reckless and killed him far too soon but Petyr could work with it, he always had a backup plan - and a backup plan for his back up plan, yes he could work with Jaime as CEO. Finally Roose and his son Ramsay came in to the boardroom slumping down onto the two vacant chairs closest to the door. The gang's all here then thought Petyr with a smug smile.

"You snatching kids now, Baelish?" Asked Ramsay with a sadistic chuckle.

"Starting your whores a big young, don't you think?" Seemed both Boltons wanted to make jokes, Pycelle was the only one to laugh though.

"He's my son." Came Petyr's easy answer and it was rather amusing to watch everyone raise an eyebrow.

There was an anger in the room though that kept anyone from speaking and it radiated from Cersei Lannister, she only had two moods; angry or homicidal there was no middle ground unless she was with Jaime.

"Can we get to the point?!" She growled, that seemed to knock everyone back into business mode.

"Cersei is right." Began Jaime at the head of the table, Tywin's old seat. "Father is gone which means I am CEO. Baelish, I understand that Father left you in charge once before."Petyr nodded. "I want you to do it again until I've gone over all of Father's paperwork and I've finished with the estate."

"No." Cersei practically screamed. "I'll do it."

"No, Cersei. Baelish will, I need you with me." Jaime told her calmly.

"But-"

"Cersei."

Jaime's tone was calm but his eyes were full of dominance that was rarely seen and it shut his sister up rather quickly.

"Baelish knows what he's doing, according to Varys there was actually an increase in figures while he was running things. You'll deal with father's other business."

Jaime didn't say it but everyone knew he was talking about the drugs, guns and had always liked that part of her father's business to Lion and Stag, the lioness let out a huff and crossed her arms over her chest; she looked like a teenager throwing a tantrum.

"Fine."

Petyr's smug smile grew and he couldn't help thinking back in the saddle again. The rest of the room remained oblivious to his amusement and just remained quiet while Jaime continued to speak.

"Brienne, I'd like you to please work with Bolton and his son, Ramsay, to make sure security is at its best." Jaime sighed. "Whoever did this to Father may pose a threat to the rest of us or our staff."

"Of course, Jaime."

Brienne just wanted to help her friend in his time of need, at first she'd hated him but now Brienne had great respect for the blonde man to her right.

"Who even are you?"

It was rather clear that Cersei didn't like the blonde newcomer, then again Cersei Lannister didn't like anyone. The taller woman wasn't intimidated though.

"My name is Brienne." She said. "I work for Sapphire Isle, it's a security company based in Tarth-"

The lioness cut her off.

"Fascinating, and why are you here?"

Jaime could do without his sister and best friend getting into some kind of cat fight, which he knew Cersei would be more than happy with.

"Cersei be nice." He told her firmly. "Brienne is here because I asked her to be. She's better than anyone I've ever met at her job."

"Thanks." Roose muttered under his breath.

"Yes, Bolton I am aware you're in the room and Brienne is better, get over it." The CEO shot back and Bolton fell silent, Ramsay just stared at his father with a look of utter disgust.

For a time the meeting got back on task, everyone knew what they were meant to be doing though Cersei was still pissed she didn't get the CEO crown, which was good because Petyrhad just sent it off to be polished and resized for his head. The entire meeting went by with Baelish wearing a fuck you Cersei smile. Suddenly Pycelle started to speak.

"Sir, surly I should be left in charge." It took the room a second to realise he was continuing from three conversations ago. "I am head of the legal department and in this frenzy caused by the passing of your father-" No one liked it when Pycelle started to ramble on and Jaime cut him off with a raised hand.

"I've made my decision, Pycelle."

"Aww, passed up again." Petyr teased and even Varys grinned.

"Some just aren't cut out for power." The bald CHRO added.

Unsurprisingly it was Brienne to put a stop to the teasing and got back to the reason they were all there; Lion and Stag. Petyr liked the blonde woman, she seemed capable and intelligent which was unusual in the modern world, she also seemed to have helped Jaime grow from the moron who just wanted to play knight to a competent adult; something Petyr had never expected to see.

"We need to make sure that the other companies run by Lion and Stag don't go into panic-" Whatever Brienne was going to say next was cut off by Cersei.

"What does this have to do with you? You don't work here and even if you did you're security. Go guard the door or reach something on a high shelf." She snarled and Ramsay snorted.

Shame Cersei could be pretty if she didn't frown so much Petyr's mind muttered.

"Cersei." That shut his sister up again. "Go on Brienne." Jaime offered his friend a slight smile.

"Thank you, Jaime." The tiny smile was returned. "As I was saying, if the other companies start to panic they'll lose faith in Lion and Stag. We can't have that."

Baelish certainly liked her, he had been about to say the same thing but Varys started speaking first.

"I already have my little birds working on that so don't worry, my dear." Varys always sounded calm no matter the situation.

"I have the ear of most of the other executives so I don't think we'll have a problem with them, as for the rest of the staff they'll believe what we tell them as long as we phrase it right." Said Petyr.

"You sure?" Asked Brienne with a look of incredulity on her sharp features.

"Very." Petyr and Varys responded in unison.

Jaime was getting bored with the meeting he'd called, he'd never been one for boardrooms but it had to be done, almost everything was dealt with and Jaime wanted to be out as soon as possible.

"Bolton, show Brienne our security protocol. In fact show her everything, give her a tour since she's not been here before. It would be best if she knew every camera."

"Of course, sir."

Roose nodded and reluctantly agreed, Ramsay's look of utter hatred for his father only grew. Jaime turned to Petyr.

"Baelish, I was informed this morning that Lion and Stag is being audited. I don't want a fuck up because someone from finance has put a decimal point in the wrong place, as CFO you should be able to handle this."

"I do thrive on a challenge." Littlefinger grinned while Pycelle licked his wounds caused by being sidelined yet again.

"Varys, along with keeping the staff under control I want a you to find every rumour, every theory on what happened to my father and crush it." Varys nodded. "Pycelle with this audit we can't be too careful, look at everything father was doing and see if anything can bite us in the ass."

"It would be my pleasure sir. Your father trusted me to-" Yet again Cersei cut someone off.

"No he didn't and shut up."

Jaime sighed.

"If there is nothing else I think we're done here. Sister, come with me to the docks."

The room emptied quickly with executives off to complete the tasks they'd been given, Petyr just hoped Sansa hadn't had some kind of panic attack on her outing with Ros; he'd had no phone call though so he was hopeful.

When the Cleaner returned to his office Gwendolyn had vanished from her desk with Tristan, Petyr looked around and soon found her stood by the water cooler with Varys' assistant Tiana, Pycelle's assistant who Petyr thought was called Piper as well as some guy from the mail room. They were all cooing over baby Baelish as they'd dubbed him and Tristan seemed happy enough, after only a second or two Gwendolyn turned to see her boss at the door to his office and smiled.

"Look Tristan, Daddy is back."

Petyr's adopted son reached out for him as Baelish came closer but he didn't reach for the boy, he looked to Gwendolyn.

"I'm going to need a copy every financial report for Lion and Stag as well as every company we control over the last five years. We're being audited, so tell accounting that if they piss me off during this they'll find themselves jobless." Petyr let that sink in for a second before looking down to Tristan who was still reaching for him and muttering dada."Now, give me my son."

Petyr never thought he'd have to say that but Tristan was his son now whether he liked it or not, Gwendolyn handed over the child and ruffled his hair before wandering off to do as her boss had asked. Piper, Tiana and the mail room guy dispersed too.

"Dada back." Muttered Tristan happily.

The CFO carried his son back over to his office and locked himself away to deal with the world of audits and running Lion and Stag once more. He was so close.