my longest chapter to date! Yep, you asked for a longer chapter and i've delivered (well i hope i have) Enjoy :)
Tony dressed in another smart suit, this time adding a tie. It was one of his favourite designer suits and looked pretty damn good. He put his cell phone in his jacket pocket and slipped on a pair of shoes before making his way downstairs. At exactly five minutes before seven, Tony was standing in the entrance hall ready and waiting for his father to appear. He heard footsteps from behind him and he turned easily. His father was dressed in a similarly smart suit but it was obvious his suit cost a lot more that Tony's.
"On time," Anthony noted "You were always tardy as a child," A maid handed Anthony his coat and briefcase.
"Things change father," Tony replied as he was handed his coat. He slipped it on and followed his father to the door. Outside on the porch was Anthony's assistant holding an umbrella open. He held the umbrella for Anthony as they walked through the rain to the car and as soon as Anthony was in the car the assistant came back for Tony.
"Hey kid, what's your name?" Tony asked.
"Michael sir," He answered politely.
"Mine's Tony, not sir"
"Yes sir," Michael replied. Tony suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and climbed into the back of the black Bentley. The assistant closed the door behind him before getting in the front with the chauffer. The journey to the DiNozzo offices took just under half an hour but the uncomfortable silence made it seem much longer. The car passed through the gates and parked right by the entrance in Anthony's personal parking space. Then it was only a short trip in Anthony's private elevator to reach his office on the top floor of the 30-storey skyscraper. Outside the office was a smaller office where his assistant and secretary worked.
"My secretary Joanna," Anthony introduced.
Tony smiled at the older woman and stepped towards her desk. He took her hand and kissed it. "Nice to meet you Joanna," Joanna giggled like she was twenty again but quickly stopped when Anthony sighed loudly. She cleared her throat and adjusted her glasses.
"You have a meeting with Alistair Fields and associates in the board room Mr DiNozzo, a meeting with your lawyers at ten; Sarah wants a word after that. You have a lunch meeting with Garry Walters and then meetings all afternoon with accounting," Joanna said without looking at the daily planner.
"Very good," Anthony nodded. Tony followed Anthony into his office and whistled to himself. There was three parts to the room. In one section was a large meeting table and leather chairs, in the second was a leather seating area and drinks cabinet for all those more intimate meets and at the very end of the office was a large desk. One wall was completely glass, giving an impressive view of Long Island and the others were filled with more million-dollar pieces of art. Anthony walked to his desk and pressed the intercom. "Have Mark clear out his office, tell him to find a cubicle on the second floor," He took his finger off the intercom before Joanna could reply, reminding Tony of Gibbs' hang ups. Anthony placed his briefcase on his desk and pulled out the relevant papers. Once he had everything in order, he led Tony into the adjacent room. It housed a similar conference table but this one was much longer. Anthony moved to the head of the table and placed his folders down on the polished wood.
"Alistair Fields is a business associate of mine, we do a lot of business and we make a lot of money off each other," Anthony spoke. He looked up at his son with stern eyes. "You will sit and watch, do not speak unless spoken to and if you do anything to embarrass me, I'll be giving Mark his corner office back and your suitcase will be waiting on the porch for you when you get home," He warned.
"I understand," Tony pulled the seat out from under the table and sunk into the plush leather. Each of the twelve chairs around the table must have cost two hundred dollars each. He stood up again a minute later when a group of serious men in suits entered the room.
"Alistair," Anthony welcomed. Alistair held out his hand to be shaken. His almost white hair was cut short and he looked like he either spent too much time in the Bahamas or in a tanning salon, Tony couldn't decide. "Great to see you back here," He smiled. Tony didn't think he'd ever seen his father smile so pleasantly before.
"Great to see you too Anthony" Alistair greeted with a thick Texan accent
"This is my son, Anthony DiNozzo Jr, he's come to work for me" Tony held out his hand and the Texan shook it roughly.
"Well it's a pleasure to meet you Anthony."
"Please to meet you too Sir and please, call me Tony," Tony replied politely.
"I've heard nothing about from your old man Tony, where have you been hiding yourself?" Alistair asked.
Out of the corner of his eye Tony could see his father raise an eyebrow which said be careful what you say "I just moved here from DC," He answered, hoping the older man would make his own assumptions.
"We've got a politician on our hands Anthony!" He cried as he slapped Tony's back "Can you lie like the best of them?" He asked laughingly.
"Well I've certainly had practise," Tony answered.
"Hah!" Alistair laughed loudly "I like you kid, you remind me of a younger me," Tony nearly stifled the urge to laugh in the man's face. He was nothing like the man and he wished he were able to tell him so. "Let me introduce you to my daughter Jessica," A woman stepped out from behind Alistair and Tony smiled. The woman was beautiful, her brunette hair fell in waves over her shoulders and her bright green eyes dazzled suggestively. Her skirt gave a generous view of her shapely legs and her tight shirt was unbuttoned at the top giving Tony a view of her cleavage. Not too much to be sleazy but not so little to be prudish. Tony's favourite amount. She held out a manicured hand towards Tony and he shook it.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Jessica," Tony spoke, keeping eye contact with her as they shook.
"You too Tony, I'm looking forward to working with you more closely."
"Likewise."
"Well," Anthony interrupted the pair "Let's begin shall we," Everyone sat in their places and the meeting began. Tony was quickly lost in the technical jargon and business speak. All the numbers and acronyms were a foreign language. Tony could tell you the difference between a high explosive dual purpose warhead, and a high explosive anti-armour warhead not LBIB's or EPC's, whatever they were. It was hard enough to concentrate with all the jargon flying around without Jessica staring at him the whole way through the meeting.
Tony sighed in relief when the meeting was finally over. His boredom just proved how unsuited he was for this line of work. He waited until everyone had left before turning to his father.
"Well you weren't a total embarrassment," His father told him "Although it would have helped if you hadn't leered so much over Jessica Fields."
"She's a beautiful woman."
"And out of your league," Anthony retorted as he stood up and went back into his office. Tony followed slowly, giving himself time to count to ten. This was why he normally stayed as far away as possible from his father. "Get Joanna to show you to your office," Tony said goodbye and exited to the outer office.
"Joanna, my father asked that you show me to my new office."
Joanna nodded. She pushed her chair away from her desk and stood up. "This way," She told him, walking quickly down the corridor. Tony caught up with her and followed her round and corner. Halfway down the hallway she stopped and pointed to the door at the very end. "That's yours," Joanna then turned and walked away.
"Ookay," Tony said to himself. He walked to the door and was about to open the door when it burst open. A scowling man appeared on the other side, holding a box of files and personal items.
"You must be the jerk who's getting my office," The man accused, glaring at Tony. He stepped forward and Tony stepped back "How the hell did you score this one huh?"
Tony stepped around the man and into the office "It's called n-e-p-o-t-i-s-m" Tony said slowly as if talking to a child, before slamming the door in the man's horrified face. Tony spun and surveyed his office. It was a lot smaller than his father's but still as luxurious. Floor to ceiling windows on one wall. A large desk and leather office chair, fake palms in terracotta pots stood in corners and a small seating area with coffee table and plasma TV. What the TV was for Tony didn't know, but he hoped it had cable. He moved round the desk and slumped ungracefully into the chair. It was the first time that morning that he didn't have to pretend that he wanted to be here. He dug in his jacket pocket and pulled out his cell phone. Without looking he pressed down one and placed the phone to his ear.
"Gibbs" Gibbs answered.
"It's me," Tony replied.
"How's it going?"
"The view from my office is amazing."
"Don't get too comfortable in that office of your's DiNozzo, your desk will be waiting for you when you get back."
"S'not what I hear, I hear you've been looking at a replacement."
"How'd you know about that."
"I have sources!" Tony replied cryptically.
"Ducky," Gibbs guessed.
"He called me yesterday afternoon, probably not long after you told him the truth, don't ask me where he got the number from."
"I'm not the only one with connections inside the FBI," Gibbs told Tony.
"You haven't denied that you've been looking for replacements."
"It would be too suspicious if I didn't Tony, don't worry, I see a lot of laborious interviews in Ziva and McGee's future," Gibbs smiled deviously
"You're one cruel man."
Gibbs laughed, "Is your father suspicious of anything?"
"If he is, he's not letting on," Tony answered. "I'll search his office when I get a chance."
"Good," Gibbs paused "How have things been between you and daddy DiNozzo?"
"They could be better," Tony replied quietly "They could also be worse," He added.
"Don't let him break you Tony," Gibbs said before hanging up "It took too long to rebuild you the first time," He said to himself.