So wrong yet so right
Disclaimer: Still don't own anything.
A/N: Sorry if this chapter is kind of boring. It will get better I promise.
LATER THAT NIGHT
Tristan had just dropped Rory off. He was now driving back home.
* Wow I can't believe what's happened.I'm probably going to wake up from this dream any minute. Please let this be real! *
Tristan looked into the mirror over the driver's seat and saw something in the reflexion that proved that he wasn't dreaming. He rubbed his hand softly over the little red mark on his neck. He couldn't believe that only an hour ago Rory was giving him that very mark.
* I can't believe Rory actually gave me a hickey. I honestly didn't think she had it in her, but what's even more shocking is that I let her. I haven't had a hickey since middle school. *
With those last thoughts Tristan pulled into his drive way and entered the DuGray mansion. He was quickly making his way upstairs when he heard his father's voice call him from the study.
" Tristan, son, is that you?" an emotionless voice called.
* Great I wonder what he wants. *
" Yes father, it's me." He answered from the stairs.
"Please come into the study. I wish to speak with you." the same voice answered.
*Great. This can't be good. *
The reason for Tristan being less that thrilled to go see his father was very simple. The only time that Charles DuGray ever wanted to talk to his son, in the study no less was when he wanted to lecture him on his behavior or to tell him to do something which he judged important.
Tristan walked down the hall and entered his father's study.
Tristan: You asked to see me.
Charles looked up from his work and gestured for Tristan to take a seat in one of the luxurious chairs in front of the desk, just like a client. Tristan sat down and waited for his father to begin lecturing.
Charles: Son, as you know we are trying to take over the Elliot firm.
Tristan knew all right, it had been in the papers for weeks. The DuGray Company had been trying for weeks to crush their competition but the Elliot firm had known all of their plans before they were executed.
Charles: But it's been quite a challenge since they've known our every move from the beginning.
He leaned on his desk to get closer to Tristan and whispered something.
Charles: There's a mole in the company. We haven't been able to locate him, so he's still leaking information.
Tristan: So why don't we get a source?
Charles: We've tried but they know all our men.
Trsiatn: So think of some other way.
Charles: I already have. it involves you.
Tristan: Me? What can I do?
Charles: It's very simple actually. The Elliot's have a daughter named Lucy. She's to attend Chilton in a few days.
Tristan: And?
He had an idea of what his father was asking him to do but he hoped he was wrong.
Charles: Well, you are to get close to her. You understand?
Tristan: No I don't. Why?
Charles: Think about it if you were to get close to her, she would certainly take you to her house where you could come across valuable information. Do you understand now?
Tristan: How close are we taking about? Friend close?
Charles: Tristan, son, don't be foolish you know how close I need you to get to her.
Charles noticed how white his son's face was becoming.
Charles: Don't worry about it. I hear she's very good looking, so in the end every one wins. You get another notch on your bedpost and I get information.
* No, this can't be happening! Not when Rory and me are finally working out. This could ruin everything. *
Tristan: Um. I can't do this.
Charles: Why not?
Tristan: Because it's wrong, I can't.
Charles: Son, please don't try to tell me you think that using this poor young girl is wrong. I've seen you do it millions of times.
Tristan: That was different. There are new circumstances now.
Charles: What new circumstances? It's not as if I were asking you to cheat on your girlfriend.
Then he saw the look on his son's face.
Charles: You don't have a girlfriend do you?
Tristan: Well.
Charles: Yes or no?
Tristan was searching his brain for any memory of him asking Rory to be his girlfriend but no memory came to mind. He couldn't believe that in all the passion they shared that night he hadn't asked her a simple question.
Tristan: Well it's not exactly official yet.
Charles: Well there you go. Anyways, you've had hundreds of girlfriends before what's so different about this one?
Tristan: She's not like the rest she's special. She's the first girl that I've ever really cared about. I've been pining over her since the first day I saw her and now when it finally looks like things are starting to work out you're asking me to through it all away for business? I'm sorry, but I will not jeopardize my future with Rory Gilmore for this.
Charles: Gilmore? As in Richard Gilmore?
Tristan: I believe that is the name of her grandfather. Why?
Charles: Well it just so happens that our company does business with the Gilmore's, a lot of business might I add.
Tristan wasn't sure were his father was going with this but he let him keep talking.
Charles: This could potentially become a great problem for us.
Tristan: Well there you go, let's just forget about the whole thing.
Tristan got up to leave the room.
Charles: Not so fast, sit back down! This will work out.
Tristan: How?
He said while sitting back down.
Charles: Explain the situation to her I'm sure she will understand. Her family knows the importance of this situation since they are involved in the take-over. I will personally explain the situation to Richard and I'm, sure he will agree that is for the best interest of the company.
Tristan: Father please don't ask me to do this! I can't and will not do it!
Charles: You will do it or suffer the consequences.
Tristan: What consequences?
Tristan was starting to get a little scared as he looked into his father's anger filled eyes.
Charles: How does being left without an inheritance sound?
Tristan: You wouldn't dare! Grandfather would never allow it.
Charles: Your grandfather is old and will soon be out of the picture.
Tristan winced at those words. It wasn't that he was surprised by his father's cruel remark, he was used to living in a loveless family. It was more the reality of the words that affected him. Janlen DuGray was the only person in his life that understood him and when he would die Tristan would really be alone in the world.
He was cornered. There was nothing he could say in his defense. He knew that he was too weak to survive without his inheritance. Money was his life. No matter what was happening he was always be able to comfort himself with the fact that he had enough money to buy anything he ever dreamed of. It wasn't his fault that he had grown a certain dependency to money, it was just his very elite upbringing.
Charles: So, will you do me this favor?
Tristan: It's not like I have a choice.
Charles: Exellent! Well, goodnight then.
Tristan: Goodnight father.
And just like that his presence in the room was forgotten. He slowly got up and exited the room.
While he was going up the stairs a nauseating feeling was coming over him. He still couldn't believe what he had just agreed to do.
*How pathetic am I? He threatens to take away my money and I cave. Great job on the upbringing dad! *
He entered his room and flopped himself on the bed. He had no idea what he was going to tell Rory so that she would somehow understand the situation.
* Or maybe she won't need to. I think I have an idea! *
Tristan rolled over to grab his cell phone that was on the nightstand near his bed and dialed an all to familiar number.
Tristan: Summer..
CLIFFHANGER ..IF YOU WANT MORE PLEASE REVIEW!!!! ANY IDEAS ARE WELCOME..
Disclaimer: Still don't own anything.
A/N: Sorry if this chapter is kind of boring. It will get better I promise.
LATER THAT NIGHT
Tristan had just dropped Rory off. He was now driving back home.
* Wow I can't believe what's happened.I'm probably going to wake up from this dream any minute. Please let this be real! *
Tristan looked into the mirror over the driver's seat and saw something in the reflexion that proved that he wasn't dreaming. He rubbed his hand softly over the little red mark on his neck. He couldn't believe that only an hour ago Rory was giving him that very mark.
* I can't believe Rory actually gave me a hickey. I honestly didn't think she had it in her, but what's even more shocking is that I let her. I haven't had a hickey since middle school. *
With those last thoughts Tristan pulled into his drive way and entered the DuGray mansion. He was quickly making his way upstairs when he heard his father's voice call him from the study.
" Tristan, son, is that you?" an emotionless voice called.
* Great I wonder what he wants. *
" Yes father, it's me." He answered from the stairs.
"Please come into the study. I wish to speak with you." the same voice answered.
*Great. This can't be good. *
The reason for Tristan being less that thrilled to go see his father was very simple. The only time that Charles DuGray ever wanted to talk to his son, in the study no less was when he wanted to lecture him on his behavior or to tell him to do something which he judged important.
Tristan walked down the hall and entered his father's study.
Tristan: You asked to see me.
Charles looked up from his work and gestured for Tristan to take a seat in one of the luxurious chairs in front of the desk, just like a client. Tristan sat down and waited for his father to begin lecturing.
Charles: Son, as you know we are trying to take over the Elliot firm.
Tristan knew all right, it had been in the papers for weeks. The DuGray Company had been trying for weeks to crush their competition but the Elliot firm had known all of their plans before they were executed.
Charles: But it's been quite a challenge since they've known our every move from the beginning.
He leaned on his desk to get closer to Tristan and whispered something.
Charles: There's a mole in the company. We haven't been able to locate him, so he's still leaking information.
Tristan: So why don't we get a source?
Charles: We've tried but they know all our men.
Trsiatn: So think of some other way.
Charles: I already have. it involves you.
Tristan: Me? What can I do?
Charles: It's very simple actually. The Elliot's have a daughter named Lucy. She's to attend Chilton in a few days.
Tristan: And?
He had an idea of what his father was asking him to do but he hoped he was wrong.
Charles: Well, you are to get close to her. You understand?
Tristan: No I don't. Why?
Charles: Think about it if you were to get close to her, she would certainly take you to her house where you could come across valuable information. Do you understand now?
Tristan: How close are we taking about? Friend close?
Charles: Tristan, son, don't be foolish you know how close I need you to get to her.
Charles noticed how white his son's face was becoming.
Charles: Don't worry about it. I hear she's very good looking, so in the end every one wins. You get another notch on your bedpost and I get information.
* No, this can't be happening! Not when Rory and me are finally working out. This could ruin everything. *
Tristan: Um. I can't do this.
Charles: Why not?
Tristan: Because it's wrong, I can't.
Charles: Son, please don't try to tell me you think that using this poor young girl is wrong. I've seen you do it millions of times.
Tristan: That was different. There are new circumstances now.
Charles: What new circumstances? It's not as if I were asking you to cheat on your girlfriend.
Then he saw the look on his son's face.
Charles: You don't have a girlfriend do you?
Tristan: Well.
Charles: Yes or no?
Tristan was searching his brain for any memory of him asking Rory to be his girlfriend but no memory came to mind. He couldn't believe that in all the passion they shared that night he hadn't asked her a simple question.
Tristan: Well it's not exactly official yet.
Charles: Well there you go. Anyways, you've had hundreds of girlfriends before what's so different about this one?
Tristan: She's not like the rest she's special. She's the first girl that I've ever really cared about. I've been pining over her since the first day I saw her and now when it finally looks like things are starting to work out you're asking me to through it all away for business? I'm sorry, but I will not jeopardize my future with Rory Gilmore for this.
Charles: Gilmore? As in Richard Gilmore?
Tristan: I believe that is the name of her grandfather. Why?
Charles: Well it just so happens that our company does business with the Gilmore's, a lot of business might I add.
Tristan wasn't sure were his father was going with this but he let him keep talking.
Charles: This could potentially become a great problem for us.
Tristan: Well there you go, let's just forget about the whole thing.
Tristan got up to leave the room.
Charles: Not so fast, sit back down! This will work out.
Tristan: How?
He said while sitting back down.
Charles: Explain the situation to her I'm sure she will understand. Her family knows the importance of this situation since they are involved in the take-over. I will personally explain the situation to Richard and I'm, sure he will agree that is for the best interest of the company.
Tristan: Father please don't ask me to do this! I can't and will not do it!
Charles: You will do it or suffer the consequences.
Tristan: What consequences?
Tristan was starting to get a little scared as he looked into his father's anger filled eyes.
Charles: How does being left without an inheritance sound?
Tristan: You wouldn't dare! Grandfather would never allow it.
Charles: Your grandfather is old and will soon be out of the picture.
Tristan winced at those words. It wasn't that he was surprised by his father's cruel remark, he was used to living in a loveless family. It was more the reality of the words that affected him. Janlen DuGray was the only person in his life that understood him and when he would die Tristan would really be alone in the world.
He was cornered. There was nothing he could say in his defense. He knew that he was too weak to survive without his inheritance. Money was his life. No matter what was happening he was always be able to comfort himself with the fact that he had enough money to buy anything he ever dreamed of. It wasn't his fault that he had grown a certain dependency to money, it was just his very elite upbringing.
Charles: So, will you do me this favor?
Tristan: It's not like I have a choice.
Charles: Exellent! Well, goodnight then.
Tristan: Goodnight father.
And just like that his presence in the room was forgotten. He slowly got up and exited the room.
While he was going up the stairs a nauseating feeling was coming over him. He still couldn't believe what he had just agreed to do.
*How pathetic am I? He threatens to take away my money and I cave. Great job on the upbringing dad! *
He entered his room and flopped himself on the bed. He had no idea what he was going to tell Rory so that she would somehow understand the situation.
* Or maybe she won't need to. I think I have an idea! *
Tristan rolled over to grab his cell phone that was on the nightstand near his bed and dialed an all to familiar number.
Tristan: Summer..
CLIFFHANGER ..IF YOU WANT MORE PLEASE REVIEW!!!! ANY IDEAS ARE WELCOME..