"choose what brings you peace"
Omniscient
Atlanta, Georgia
June 18th
Torrian's office was quiet, the hum of the air conditioning the only sound as he flipped through the reports on his desk. He glanced between his laptop screen and the notes in front of him, trying to juggle the business side of his life with the growing personal one that seemed to consume more of his thoughts lately. The sound of the door opening interrupted his focus before he could make a decision on the next steps in his project.
Maya, his assistant, stepped in, holding a folder full of notes from the meeting just now with Tony. She was efficient, professional, and, as always, a little too eager to make sure everything was in order.
"Here are the notes from the last meeting, Mr. Price." Maya said as she set the folder down in front of him. "You have a Financial briefing at 12, following lunch with investors." She reminded him.
Torrian glanced up at her. "Thanks, Maya. Appreciate it."
She smiled brightly. "Of course." With a polite nod, Maya turned to leave, but Tony stepped into the doorway, his presence a little more imposing than usual. He watched her leave with a critical eye, then turned back to his son, folding his arms across his chest.
"She sure is... clingy, huh?" Tony remarked, his voice low as he eyed Maya retreating down the hall.
Torrian shook his head, leaning back in his chair as he shuffled the papers on his desk. "She's dedicated, I'll give her that."
"Better you than me." Tony said as he stepped further into the office. "So, what's your next move with this supply chain mess?"
Torrian glanced at the reports spread across his desk. "Still weighing options. Could either renegotiate with the vendors we have, or I could look into bringing in a new supplier entirely. Both come with risks."
Tony nodded. "That's business. No perfect plays, just the one that screws you the least."
Torrian smirked. "Inspirational as always."
Tony chuckled. "Just telling you how it is.You've been handling things well, I'll give you that. A little rough around the edges, but you're settling in."
Torrian arched a brow. "That a compliment?"
Tony smirked. "Don't get used to it."
Tony glanced at his watch before standing. "Keep your head in the game." He adjusted his cufflinks, giving Torrian a firm look. "And make sure you're at dinner this weekend. Your mother will have my head if you skip again."
Torrian sighed, already knowing there was no getting out of it. "Yeah, yeah. I'll be there."
Tony smirked. "Alright." With that, he turned and walked out, leaving Torrian alone with his thoughts and a stack of decisions waiting to be made.
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The financial briefing was a necessary headache. Contracts, projections, market trends—things he was used to, but that didn't mean they weren't exhausting. The investors lunch was more of the same stuff like always.
By the time he got back to his office, it was nearly 2:30.
Torrian loosened his tie as he sank into his chair, barely taking a moment before his phone buzzed on the desk. Brooklyn.
He answered, his voice relaxed. "What's up?"
"Nun, on break." She said, the faint sound of movement in the background. "Moni didn't answer for me so i figured I'd call you."
