Wake Up:
January 24th, 1991
4:37 AM, EST.
You arose to a… well a blistering headache, but you still held on to much of the cognitive function that you had… and by that, you were well aware of how alone you were in the apartment. The highrise in the city, the lights of the early morning commutes, the fire engines, sirens, and police searches. The city was indeed living up to its reputation. It never slept, even when you slept.
A frustrating thought. But it was better than the alternative that was optionally in your future.
Dear old father barging in, catching you with another girl from the club, who was infatuated with your ever-present charm, good looks, and all around… well, you.
You shook your head, walking towards the dressed to pull out a pair of slacks. "Sleep well, Master Oliver?" A voice asked.
You sighed, not being surprised by the ever, damn near omnipresent servant who was with you like always.
You turned to face the black-haired man, who was already dressed in his finery, attire fitting for a servant who was working for the most wealthy man in the world… who just so happened to have to babysit you. Sebastian Paige, possibly the only person in your life you considered a true friend.
What a sad life you lived.
You didn't mind, of course, the man was certainly better than most, and was a great company to keep. He was certainly able to keep up with the best of your wit, and that of your family.
"Well enough. Any guest that left before I woke up?" You asked.
He nodded. "You arrived alone, although not nearly as drunk as I suspected. You cried for a while, and we drank Vodka for a while before you fell asleep."
Such a good friend. "Any news from my father? Or Sister?"
"Your father is on his way back from the Middle East, having secured numerous contracts with the Saudi government to improve their oil infrastructure." He stated. "Your sister is still in Florida, and from my guess, still enjoying her first year in college."
Of course. "Indeed… stock forecasts from this contract?" You asked. "I forgot what the board would think of that?"
"The projected rise is over 50 points," Sebastian replied. "Though your father hopes to make it over 60 with some finagling and the potential end to the conflict in Iraq being on the horizen."
A boost for the investors, but a short term one. The Middle East was too much of a powder keg at the moment for anything sure. And with the environmentalist lobby trying to start truly investing in certain senators…
"Is there anything on my schedule that my father wants me to deal with?" You asked.
"No sir," Sebastian replied. "Though he has expressed… his usual dismay in your choices."
"Well he won't let me join the board, take part in any meetings, help him, or anything else for that matter." You stated. "He already believes me the failure and fuck up… might as well play the part."
Sebastian sighed. "You could always try to change."
"Oh, you think I should change? Try to become a fucking Psychopath who doesn't have empathy?" You asked.
"I'm just saying, maybe he would like you to be… more ruthless." He replied.
"Yeah, and I'll do that when he decides that mom was worth more than his goddamn company." You replied.
Sebastian said nothing for the longest time. "It's not your fault." He stated. There were no words said, as Sebastian sighed. When he did speak, he stated. "I shall get breakfast prepared."
He left you to stew in your isolation.
And regrets.
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You had your suit on. "Think I should wear the vest today?"
"I think it will be better if the vest stays off. You could always wear a blue jacket?" Sebastian recommended.
You nodded. "Jacket it is" You tied the strange half tie you liked before you put on the jacket, before giving a smile. "Well, what do you think?"
"Well, for the family fuck up, you certainly dress well." Sebastian smiled. "I can see why the ladies like you… dashing."
"Yeah, you're just saying that because the family pays you?" You replied.
"Precisely sir." He replied.
"Account summary?" You asked. "You do have that right?"
"10 million your account sir." He replied. "I must ask if I may bring Sylvia on your errands today, her mother is ill."
You nodded. "Sure, maybe it will keep the more angry people in the city at bay."
You then walked out your door, towards the city, and the world at large.
What do you do:
(Choose 4)
[]Relax: you are going to be lazy, maybe go to the Knicks game that's here tonight?
[]Drop in: You are going to visit the company headquarters in the city, and perhaps, help around the office. Maybe your father wants you to stay away, but you won't.
[]The Paige Connection: For the last five years, you never really talked to Sebastian outside of a professional connection. You want to change that if only so you know the man better.
[]Find a Hobby: You want to find something… nice to do. (Write in below of what that hobby is)
[]Go Shopping: There are some exotic Items in the city that you can buy… maybe.
[]The Father and the Prodigal Son: Your father is back in the city. Might as well get that little meeting over with.
[]Searching for Dirt: You want to know something… evil. Maybe. Anything to help with… certain options that you have.
[]The New York Times: Some reporter lady wants to interview you… might as well get it over with.
[]A Job: Your father has a job for you. Deliver a package to a man in Venezuela, and he might consider a position for you.
AN: Enjoy, and please vote in plan format.