A/N: I'M GLAD YOU GUYS LIKE THIS. IT JUST SEEMS THAT NOT A LOT OF PEOPLE
READ KAY FICS, AT LEAST COMPARED TO THE MAJORITY.
ANYWAY, I STILL NEED YOUR OPINIONS ON WHO KAY SHOULD END UP WITH.
BABYDOLL SUGGESTED THAT KAY STAY WITH JASON AND I THOUGHT, WHAT A BRILLIANT IDEA. I ACTUALLY LIKE IT.
AS YOU CAN SEE, IN MY STORY SHE ENDS UP WITH SOMEONE DIFFERENT. I'M NOT TELLING WHO THOUGH SO I WON'T RUIN THE ENDING. HEHEHE.
BUT YAH, MAKE SURE TO INCLUDE THAT IN REVIEWS PLEASE.
TO CLEAR A FEW THINGS UP. THIS FIC TAKES PLACE WHEN JULIAN HASN'T GONE THROUGH HIS MAJOR ATTITUDE TRANSFORMATION. HE IS STILL THE SAME, EGOTISTICAL, ANNOYING, SCOTCH DRINKING JULIAN. THE JULIAN WE LOVE TO HATE.
REMEMBER THIS WAS ORIGINALLY WRITTEN BEFORE ANY OF THAT HAPPENED LIKE SAY LAST YEAR.
ANOTHER THING. CALLAWAY INDUSTRIES IS THE NAME OF THE COMPANY. CALLAWAY TOWERS IS THE NAME OF THE BUILDING. JUST THOUGHT I'D INCLUDE THAT SO THAT YOU GUYS WON'T GET CONFUSED WITH THE NAMES.
WELL, THERE YOU GO. THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS. HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CHAPTER.
ENJOY
~*~
Julian Crane leaned against his favorite chair behind his mahogany desk that was just recently imported from England. In his right hand was a glass of his usual scotch. He was in his study contemplating how wonderful life was.
He chuckled as the thought occurred to him again. Yes, yes, life was indeed wonderful now that he was finally free of anything that involved Theresa and Ivy, his not so likeable ex-wives who have the knack of hanging around the Crane mansion longer than they were welcome, if they were welcome at all, and ruining his life as they see fit.
The phone rang and Julian pressed the speaker. "Julian Crane speaking." He said cheerfully as he swung his legs over the desk and crossed them on top of it. He leaned further into his chair and downed his scotch.
"Julian, why are you sitting around and not working?" Alistair's stern voice boomed over the speaker.
"Why, hello, father. Good to hear from you. What can I do this time?" He said even more cheerily but his voice hinted sarcasm and that was not missed by the senior Crane man.
"What you can do and you should have done already is meet with Kay Callaway. She arrived at Harmony two days ago!"
Julian pursed his lips as he tilted his head slightly to the left. "Kay Callaway?" He echoed as he tried his best to think of who she was exactly. "What does she want? Money? I'm sick of women coming in and out of Harmony asking for money. Seriously, they should have gotten the hint when I said-"
"Julian, you idiot! She isn't one of your conquests!" Alistair yelled. "She's the new Chief Executive Officer of Callaway Industries. You were supposed to meet with her immediately after she arrived."
"Oh." Julian quipped. "Well, I'll get to it as soon as possible."
"Not as soon as possible Julian. Now! Either you see that woman today or you lose every penny that you so cherish before you can say cigar!" Alistair warned ferociously.
Julian rolled his eyes and removed his feet from his desk. "I'm there already." He said grudgingly as he straightened his jacket.
Just then the door to his study swung open and Rebecca Hotchkiss walked in, clad in a tight fitting black dress with her vibrant red hair flowing around her face. Julian smiled. In the forty odd years of his life, with the countless women that traipsed in and out, Rebecca was the one who proved to be most entertaining and worth his time and affection, so to speak.
"Why, pookie, what's the matter? You don't look so happy." She said as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek while her long fingernails played with his hair.
Julian sighed, a pout on his lips. "I have to go see this Callaway woman. Father wants me to get rid of her before she gets settled. We don't want competition in Harmony." He said unhappily.
Rebecca nodded. "Why do you have to do all that work? Besides, I don't like the thought of you with another woman." She declared.
"I know sweet tums but what Father says goes." He replied.
Rebecca whimpered as she tried to think of something that would prevent Julian from going. "Why don't you ask Fox? He's your son after all and he's had nothing to do for years now. He just lingers around the house. Give him a mission." She suggested enthusiastically.
Julian glanced at her and narrowed his eyes as if considering the thought. He nodded as a smile crossed his face. "What a great idea." He declared.
Rebecca clapped her hands. "I'll go get him!" She volunteered and Julian nodded approvingly. Rebecca walked over to his desk, pressed a button, and told the maid to send Fox up to Julian's study.
"Now, that was a lot of work." Julian said somewhat sarcastically.
Rebecca shrugged her shoulders, not truly caring. As former Mrs. Hotchkiss and current almost Mrs. Crane, she was not one to do hard work, or labor as she liked to call it. She walked over to the bar and poured herself a martini.
A knock interrupted them and a young man in his early twenties walked in. "You rang?" He said as he strolled into the room with his hands in his pockets.
"Hello, Fox, where have you been?" Julian asked, truly curious where his son had been the past few days. He seemed to have disappeared.
Fox shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, here and there. So, why am I here, father? As flattered as I am to be in your presence, I'm not going to assume that you've suddenly grown a heart and wanted to spend time with me."
Julian chuckled. "No, Fox, let's not get our hopes up." He replied. "Actually, your grandfather and I have an errand for you."
Fox raised an interested eyebrow. "Don't tell me that I have to murder someone."
Julian shook his head. "No, Fox, you're not going to murder anyone. Anyway, moving on. Your grandfather and I would like you to make a deal with Callaway Industries' new CEO. Make them leave, do whatever. Her name is Kay Callaway. You know how to handle women. I'm sure this one won't be any different."
Fox groaned. Great, one more woman to make his life miserable. Sometimes, being a Crane and being handsome was too much to handle. "I'm on it." He said as he accepted the job without as much as a question. He walked out of his father's study and had his baby brought to the front of the house.
Driving at full speed and with reckless consideration, Fox ducked in and out of Harmony's narrow streets in his GT2 Porsche. He could hear frightened shrieks from bystanders as he blurred past them in his almost two hundred thousand dollar toy. Turning towards Callaway Towers, he swerved the car and brought it halt in front of the building. He stepped out, slammed the door after him and locked it.
In a relaxed gait, he walked over to the blonde receptionist who eyed him with interest. "I'm here to see Ms. Callaway." Fox said offhandedly as he looked around the enormous lobby with disinterest. He had never been inside Callaway Towers but from the looks of it, it could over power Crane Industries.
That was not acceptable.
"Do you have an appointment, sir?" The woman asked as her long red acrylic nails clicked on the keyboard rapidly.
Fox shrugged as he grew impatient. "Tell her that Mr. Crane's here to see her." He said, slightly insulted that the woman did not know someone of his status.
"You may go up, Mr. Crane. Ms. Callaway is on the twenty sixth floor." The woman said cheerfully before she returned to answering phone calls and typing.
Fox nodded absently as he strolled towards the elevator and pressed the floor number. He hummed quietly while the other people around him waited impatiently to get to their floors.
Finally, Fox thought as the elevator reached the twenty sixth floor. He found the door that said Kay Callaway, CEO and he opened it without knocking.
The woman inside seemed startled to see him but her eyes turned curious. She smiled as she greeted him. Fox eyed her appraisingly. She appeared to be at least in her early twenties. Her auburn hair was pulled back into a graceful French knot and her grey eyes were brought out by dark eyeliners.
He wondered how many men she had to sleep with to get where she was now but considering that her last name was Callaway, he assumed that she either married some old geezer for his money or she was a spoiled little rich girl who got handed this job because she was bored.
Not too different from me, Fox realized inwardly.
"I wasn't expecting you, Mr. Crane. I mean, I was expecting a different Crane." She said as she shook his hand firmly.
Fox smiled. "You mean, Julian?" He asked and she nodded. "Well, my father is busy right now so he sent me." He explained. "I hope you're not disappointed to have me instead."
"Not at all." Kay smiled. "What can I do for you? I don't have an assistant right now but if you'd like, you can help yourself to the bar." She said as she motioned him to the rather lavish corner adorned with every single alcohol imaginable.
Fox grinned. He liked her already. "So, how do you like Harmony? I'm assuming you're not from here since I don't remember seeing you before." He asked as he eagerly walked to the alcoholic heaven.
Kay seemed taken aback by the question but she forced a smile and shrugged her shoulders. "It's different." She answered avoiding the question nonetheless.
"I know what you mean." He said as he poured himself one of her most expensive liquor.
Kay nodded quietly. There was something very Julian-like about him. From the way he spoke, to his body language, to how he poured his drink.
"Care to join me?" Fox asked, interrupting her thoughts.
She shook her head at him and glanced at the wall behind him, where the clock hung. "What was it that you came to see me for, Mr. Crane?" She asked abruptly.
"Call me Fox." He said as he took a swig of his drink. Kay nodded. "About that. Let me tell you a little story." He said as he walked over to her and led her to the window. "You see all this." He waved his hand in front of them. "Well, most of it is owned by the Crane family. At least, the well-to-do businesses. It's been like that for years, centuries actually. Anyway, let's just say that my family doesn't like competition. I'm sure we can accommodate for your loss." He said lowly as he gave her a small squeeze on the shoulder.
Kay backed away from him, her yes dark. She was looking at Fox like he had said the most disgusting thing in the world. "You want me to back off?" She spoke. Her voice was harsh.
Fox nodded. "You could say that."
Kay crossed her arms in front of her. "Let me tell you a little something, Mr. Crane. Callaway Industries is staying in Harmony whether your family likes it or not. Tell them to suck it up because the competition is here to stay."
Fox grinned, appearing not at all insulted by her comment. Feisty, feisty, he thought. "Are you sure there isn't anything we can do to come to terms? I promise you will be rewarded handsomely." He announced as he looked her up and down.
Kay's annoyance turned to rage but she kept her cool under his scrutinizing watch. He was baiting her, pushing her buttons and she was not going to let him get the best of her. "I am already nicely rewarded, Mr. Crane." She said levelly. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like you to leave. You're wasting my time."
"How about we get together and talk more of this over dinner or are you married?" He asked and she laughed. "I must be really funny." He grinned.
"No, Fox." She smiled.
"Not married or not going to go out for dinner with me?" He said.
"Both." She said seriously. "Tell your father I sent my regards." She said icily as she gave him a small push out the door.
"I'll see you around Kay Callaway and that's a promise." He grinned. Fox walked towards the elevator as he shoved one hand in his pocket and hummed a tune he learned in boarding school.
His life had just gotten a little more interesting.
~*~
A/N: SO I ADDED FOX INTO THE EQUATION. I DON'T KNOW WHETHER THAT'S GOOD OR BAD BUT YOU GUYS TELL ME.
OH, AND I WAS CURIOUS, IS THERE ANYONE OUT THERE THAT READS ABOUT GWEN?
WELL THANKS FOR READING. DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW.
ANYWAY, I STILL NEED YOUR OPINIONS ON WHO KAY SHOULD END UP WITH.
BABYDOLL SUGGESTED THAT KAY STAY WITH JASON AND I THOUGHT, WHAT A BRILLIANT IDEA. I ACTUALLY LIKE IT.
AS YOU CAN SEE, IN MY STORY SHE ENDS UP WITH SOMEONE DIFFERENT. I'M NOT TELLING WHO THOUGH SO I WON'T RUIN THE ENDING. HEHEHE.
BUT YAH, MAKE SURE TO INCLUDE THAT IN REVIEWS PLEASE.
TO CLEAR A FEW THINGS UP. THIS FIC TAKES PLACE WHEN JULIAN HASN'T GONE THROUGH HIS MAJOR ATTITUDE TRANSFORMATION. HE IS STILL THE SAME, EGOTISTICAL, ANNOYING, SCOTCH DRINKING JULIAN. THE JULIAN WE LOVE TO HATE.
REMEMBER THIS WAS ORIGINALLY WRITTEN BEFORE ANY OF THAT HAPPENED LIKE SAY LAST YEAR.
ANOTHER THING. CALLAWAY INDUSTRIES IS THE NAME OF THE COMPANY. CALLAWAY TOWERS IS THE NAME OF THE BUILDING. JUST THOUGHT I'D INCLUDE THAT SO THAT YOU GUYS WON'T GET CONFUSED WITH THE NAMES.
WELL, THERE YOU GO. THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS. HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CHAPTER.
ENJOY
~*~
Julian Crane leaned against his favorite chair behind his mahogany desk that was just recently imported from England. In his right hand was a glass of his usual scotch. He was in his study contemplating how wonderful life was.
He chuckled as the thought occurred to him again. Yes, yes, life was indeed wonderful now that he was finally free of anything that involved Theresa and Ivy, his not so likeable ex-wives who have the knack of hanging around the Crane mansion longer than they were welcome, if they were welcome at all, and ruining his life as they see fit.
The phone rang and Julian pressed the speaker. "Julian Crane speaking." He said cheerfully as he swung his legs over the desk and crossed them on top of it. He leaned further into his chair and downed his scotch.
"Julian, why are you sitting around and not working?" Alistair's stern voice boomed over the speaker.
"Why, hello, father. Good to hear from you. What can I do this time?" He said even more cheerily but his voice hinted sarcasm and that was not missed by the senior Crane man.
"What you can do and you should have done already is meet with Kay Callaway. She arrived at Harmony two days ago!"
Julian pursed his lips as he tilted his head slightly to the left. "Kay Callaway?" He echoed as he tried his best to think of who she was exactly. "What does she want? Money? I'm sick of women coming in and out of Harmony asking for money. Seriously, they should have gotten the hint when I said-"
"Julian, you idiot! She isn't one of your conquests!" Alistair yelled. "She's the new Chief Executive Officer of Callaway Industries. You were supposed to meet with her immediately after she arrived."
"Oh." Julian quipped. "Well, I'll get to it as soon as possible."
"Not as soon as possible Julian. Now! Either you see that woman today or you lose every penny that you so cherish before you can say cigar!" Alistair warned ferociously.
Julian rolled his eyes and removed his feet from his desk. "I'm there already." He said grudgingly as he straightened his jacket.
Just then the door to his study swung open and Rebecca Hotchkiss walked in, clad in a tight fitting black dress with her vibrant red hair flowing around her face. Julian smiled. In the forty odd years of his life, with the countless women that traipsed in and out, Rebecca was the one who proved to be most entertaining and worth his time and affection, so to speak.
"Why, pookie, what's the matter? You don't look so happy." She said as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek while her long fingernails played with his hair.
Julian sighed, a pout on his lips. "I have to go see this Callaway woman. Father wants me to get rid of her before she gets settled. We don't want competition in Harmony." He said unhappily.
Rebecca nodded. "Why do you have to do all that work? Besides, I don't like the thought of you with another woman." She declared.
"I know sweet tums but what Father says goes." He replied.
Rebecca whimpered as she tried to think of something that would prevent Julian from going. "Why don't you ask Fox? He's your son after all and he's had nothing to do for years now. He just lingers around the house. Give him a mission." She suggested enthusiastically.
Julian glanced at her and narrowed his eyes as if considering the thought. He nodded as a smile crossed his face. "What a great idea." He declared.
Rebecca clapped her hands. "I'll go get him!" She volunteered and Julian nodded approvingly. Rebecca walked over to his desk, pressed a button, and told the maid to send Fox up to Julian's study.
"Now, that was a lot of work." Julian said somewhat sarcastically.
Rebecca shrugged her shoulders, not truly caring. As former Mrs. Hotchkiss and current almost Mrs. Crane, she was not one to do hard work, or labor as she liked to call it. She walked over to the bar and poured herself a martini.
A knock interrupted them and a young man in his early twenties walked in. "You rang?" He said as he strolled into the room with his hands in his pockets.
"Hello, Fox, where have you been?" Julian asked, truly curious where his son had been the past few days. He seemed to have disappeared.
Fox shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, here and there. So, why am I here, father? As flattered as I am to be in your presence, I'm not going to assume that you've suddenly grown a heart and wanted to spend time with me."
Julian chuckled. "No, Fox, let's not get our hopes up." He replied. "Actually, your grandfather and I have an errand for you."
Fox raised an interested eyebrow. "Don't tell me that I have to murder someone."
Julian shook his head. "No, Fox, you're not going to murder anyone. Anyway, moving on. Your grandfather and I would like you to make a deal with Callaway Industries' new CEO. Make them leave, do whatever. Her name is Kay Callaway. You know how to handle women. I'm sure this one won't be any different."
Fox groaned. Great, one more woman to make his life miserable. Sometimes, being a Crane and being handsome was too much to handle. "I'm on it." He said as he accepted the job without as much as a question. He walked out of his father's study and had his baby brought to the front of the house.
Driving at full speed and with reckless consideration, Fox ducked in and out of Harmony's narrow streets in his GT2 Porsche. He could hear frightened shrieks from bystanders as he blurred past them in his almost two hundred thousand dollar toy. Turning towards Callaway Towers, he swerved the car and brought it halt in front of the building. He stepped out, slammed the door after him and locked it.
In a relaxed gait, he walked over to the blonde receptionist who eyed him with interest. "I'm here to see Ms. Callaway." Fox said offhandedly as he looked around the enormous lobby with disinterest. He had never been inside Callaway Towers but from the looks of it, it could over power Crane Industries.
That was not acceptable.
"Do you have an appointment, sir?" The woman asked as her long red acrylic nails clicked on the keyboard rapidly.
Fox shrugged as he grew impatient. "Tell her that Mr. Crane's here to see her." He said, slightly insulted that the woman did not know someone of his status.
"You may go up, Mr. Crane. Ms. Callaway is on the twenty sixth floor." The woman said cheerfully before she returned to answering phone calls and typing.
Fox nodded absently as he strolled towards the elevator and pressed the floor number. He hummed quietly while the other people around him waited impatiently to get to their floors.
Finally, Fox thought as the elevator reached the twenty sixth floor. He found the door that said Kay Callaway, CEO and he opened it without knocking.
The woman inside seemed startled to see him but her eyes turned curious. She smiled as she greeted him. Fox eyed her appraisingly. She appeared to be at least in her early twenties. Her auburn hair was pulled back into a graceful French knot and her grey eyes were brought out by dark eyeliners.
He wondered how many men she had to sleep with to get where she was now but considering that her last name was Callaway, he assumed that she either married some old geezer for his money or she was a spoiled little rich girl who got handed this job because she was bored.
Not too different from me, Fox realized inwardly.
"I wasn't expecting you, Mr. Crane. I mean, I was expecting a different Crane." She said as she shook his hand firmly.
Fox smiled. "You mean, Julian?" He asked and she nodded. "Well, my father is busy right now so he sent me." He explained. "I hope you're not disappointed to have me instead."
"Not at all." Kay smiled. "What can I do for you? I don't have an assistant right now but if you'd like, you can help yourself to the bar." She said as she motioned him to the rather lavish corner adorned with every single alcohol imaginable.
Fox grinned. He liked her already. "So, how do you like Harmony? I'm assuming you're not from here since I don't remember seeing you before." He asked as he eagerly walked to the alcoholic heaven.
Kay seemed taken aback by the question but she forced a smile and shrugged her shoulders. "It's different." She answered avoiding the question nonetheless.
"I know what you mean." He said as he poured himself one of her most expensive liquor.
Kay nodded quietly. There was something very Julian-like about him. From the way he spoke, to his body language, to how he poured his drink.
"Care to join me?" Fox asked, interrupting her thoughts.
She shook her head at him and glanced at the wall behind him, where the clock hung. "What was it that you came to see me for, Mr. Crane?" She asked abruptly.
"Call me Fox." He said as he took a swig of his drink. Kay nodded. "About that. Let me tell you a little story." He said as he walked over to her and led her to the window. "You see all this." He waved his hand in front of them. "Well, most of it is owned by the Crane family. At least, the well-to-do businesses. It's been like that for years, centuries actually. Anyway, let's just say that my family doesn't like competition. I'm sure we can accommodate for your loss." He said lowly as he gave her a small squeeze on the shoulder.
Kay backed away from him, her yes dark. She was looking at Fox like he had said the most disgusting thing in the world. "You want me to back off?" She spoke. Her voice was harsh.
Fox nodded. "You could say that."
Kay crossed her arms in front of her. "Let me tell you a little something, Mr. Crane. Callaway Industries is staying in Harmony whether your family likes it or not. Tell them to suck it up because the competition is here to stay."
Fox grinned, appearing not at all insulted by her comment. Feisty, feisty, he thought. "Are you sure there isn't anything we can do to come to terms? I promise you will be rewarded handsomely." He announced as he looked her up and down.
Kay's annoyance turned to rage but she kept her cool under his scrutinizing watch. He was baiting her, pushing her buttons and she was not going to let him get the best of her. "I am already nicely rewarded, Mr. Crane." She said levelly. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like you to leave. You're wasting my time."
"How about we get together and talk more of this over dinner or are you married?" He asked and she laughed. "I must be really funny." He grinned.
"No, Fox." She smiled.
"Not married or not going to go out for dinner with me?" He said.
"Both." She said seriously. "Tell your father I sent my regards." She said icily as she gave him a small push out the door.
"I'll see you around Kay Callaway and that's a promise." He grinned. Fox walked towards the elevator as he shoved one hand in his pocket and hummed a tune he learned in boarding school.
His life had just gotten a little more interesting.
~*~
A/N: SO I ADDED FOX INTO THE EQUATION. I DON'T KNOW WHETHER THAT'S GOOD OR BAD BUT YOU GUYS TELL ME.
OH, AND I WAS CURIOUS, IS THERE ANYONE OUT THERE THAT READS ABOUT GWEN?
WELL THANKS FOR READING. DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW.
