The chair groaned under his weight as he lent back and stared at the white ceiling. Every bloody thing in this conference room was white; the table, the chairs, the walls and ceiling, even the bloody carpet was white. It wasn't like he didn't like the colour, even though white is more of a shade per se. Tony tried to surround his life in colour, from his purple socks to his slightly blue hair. In his opinion, colour was the only thing that could be personal to someone, to be used in a different way each time to express a different emotion. in modern day, someone could take something and turn it into the same thing as the person next to them without feeling any emotion whatsoever. People used to use colour to express and be themselves, but now it was a money making tool used to create a false emotion that was passed on from an emotionless person. Tony liked to consider himself original, a stick in the mud. he hated being put in to the category of normal; he wasn't and he bathed in the fact.

A small cough bought him out of his reverie and he sat up quickly, the chair groaning again. He looked into the stony faces of the importance of the meeting, and his sister glaring at him with an angel like tranquillity. that was one reason he didn't like Becky; she was incredibly deceiving with her angel like features and her spotless manners. the stern man in the same monotone suit as all the other investors they had met straightened his papers.

"Mr Raven, we were asking for your opinion on why we should invest in your idea, and why you wanted to bring it to the USA." he stated, his voice just as boring as every inch of him. Tony sighed internally. He was about to answer the man, when his saving grace stood.

"Gentlemen. If you would excuse my brother and I." As she stood, Becky smoothed out a couple of invisible wrinkles in her white bushiness suit and held the glass door open. When they reached her adjoining office to the left of the conference room split by yet another white wall, her whole demeanour changed. Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, and her blue eyes were steely with thinly hidden anger. She took a step closer in her heels and stabbed at his chest with her flawless French manicure.

"What. The . Hell." she punctuated each word with a click of her heel against the white granite flooring. "Why must you behave like imbecile? Do you not understand how hard it was to get this offer? How much work and hours I've put in to this?" Tony let out a silent sigh and leaned against the wall, head just missing a painting.

"Yeh. Sorry about that. I guess I've been distracted." He would have tried to say more, but when she had a bee in her bonnet, there was no stopping her. he tried to pass it off nonchalantly with a shrug of his shoulders, but it just seemed to aggravate her further. Becky opened her mouth to say something but the chiming of a phone cut her off. Tony pulled out his phone from the breast pocket in his blazer and saw the I.D. : Unknown. He slipped it back in. His facial expression must have changed as he read the screen because she smiled her real smile at him, and her hand reached up to brush some lint of his suit. He involuntarily flinched at her touch and her hand stilled then awkwardly fell beside her body. Her hand clenched in frustration and she met his eyes.

"Tell you what. Take the rest of the day off. You obviously have something on your mind."

"Are you sure, Becks? But with the..." He trailed off, looking towards where their dreams and future sat. she smirked.

"Nice to see how much you'd love to go back to work." she said, joking.

He raised his eyebrows, and laughed. "Of course. I love paperwork and stuffy offices. Not."

"Stuffy offices?" She said disbelieving. "You honestly have no idea how much our A.C bill will be each month, or how much these glass windows are?"

"I do. Who do you think does the accounting around here, accountants?" they both laughed, yet with reserved emotion. "I just don't like feeling like a caged animal being temped to escape." he spoke looking down at his shoes and felt the icy burn of her gaze on his neck and shoulders.

"Go."

The metal bench was cold against his back and thighs as he took a must needed rest. After being dismissed at the office, he went straight to the hotel room he was currently staying in and changed into his running assemble. he didn't really run per se, but it looked good. Breath still rattling around his lungs, he slipped his hand into the front pocket and clasped his long fingers around his black phone.

Unknown (1)

I'm sorry. I can't do it.

He had to read the message a few times over to fully comprehend what is meant. Bella. He nodded slowly to himself. he typed out the words carefully, making sure there was no hidden meaning.

Coffee then? Just friends :)

He hit send.

Hello friends. I know that saying a simple sorry won't be good enough for some of you. But i have to say it; I'm sorry.

Elli