A Gentleman's Touch

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Chapter 1......

As the bustling streets of New York sounded in the background the scenery of the busy concrete jungle's charm was prominent as many people in business suits and casual attire bustled about the pavements.

Moving to a more corporate area of the city, the many sharply dressed citizens all made their ways in and about the spectacular buildings that stood tall in the big apple.

One of these buildings in particular would have to be "Braxton Enterprises," as it stood tall above the rest of buildings in the remote area. As a pair of feet made their way to one of the many booths that sold newspapers and magazines, a foreign hand took the magazine of New York's top eligible bachelors/business tycoons.

As the foreign body peered down at the cover, they offered the clerk a bill to which they gave the person the magazine. As the body made their way further through the city pavements their shiny black business shoes clicked on the sidewalk, an envelope tucked in their armpit, the magazine in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

Sooner than later they abruptly stopped in the crowd of busy people as he found himself looking up at the earlier mentioned glass building of "Braxton Enterprises."

As the, thus silent, walker made their way through the door of the intimidating building they found themselves making their way past two beautiful hostesses whom merely smiled at him.

Stopping at the receptionist table, the man behind the desk merely looked up and then smiled at the man whom held the coffee, whose face is still out of frame mind you.

The receptionist merely interjected, "He's currently in his office, sir."

As the body found themselves in the elevator, he pressed the button to the very top floor and began his ascent.

Making a dinging noise the elevator came open and the man made his way forward, passing 2 vacant desks outside of the office. Striding their way straight into the office at the end of the hall, they opened the door.

As they walked in they noticed yet another man seeming to be in his mid to late twenties doing some work on his laptop. The business man on his laptop was currently sorting out papers as his bright ocean blue eyes skimmed the notes and his tender-soft locks of hair occasionally slip from behind his ear or head to obstruct his view.

His leaned figure was hidden behind the very intricate desk and currently slouched as he tended to his business. His chiseled jaw would occasionally clench as he would stop writing from time to time if he came across any irregularities.

As the figure cleared their throat and spoke—their deep voice wise and caring, "Good morning Mr. Braxton," the dashing blue eyed business man tore his eyes away from his work to look up at the figure and smile.

"Good morning...Dad," Bruce greeted as he looked toward the retired, but still infamous Nathaniel Braxton. Leaning back in his corporate chair the younger of the duo took in the appearance of his dad, approving at the healthy state his father seemed to be in. "So, what brings you here today, Senior Braxton? Here to reclaim the throne?" he quipped with a smile on his face.

Chuckling Nathaniel approached his son, dropping the magazine on the desk, "I just happened to be passing through the neighborhood and decided to give my son Congrats on becoming the number one businessman on the continent." Taking a seat opposite to Bruce he crossed his legs and held the envelope on his lap, his coffee discarded.

Peering at the magazine, Bruce couldn't help but raise a brow at his emotionless expression on the cover, "Rather devilish, if I do say so myself."