Daryian had his attention on his daughter as she ate a dinner of boiled potatoes and eggs. An attention that was soon snatched by his mom coming into the house and his dad behind her, looking like some crappy shit. This was his mission. To see if his dad was really all nonchalant to his slow but deadly blows.
Callix scoffed at him. "The nerve to come back here"
"You asked me to, didn't you?", Daryian asked, his form hunched over with his hands on the table for support. He smiled. "You shouldn't have taken Halyn in the first place if you didn't want to see me"
Brenda rapidly walked over to him, she placed her hands on him and pushed him back. Daryian only moved a few steps back from the push. She pushed him again. "Daryian, what is wrong with you. Do you want to destroy all that Callix has worked for?", another push. "The Keanes lineage worked for what you are putting in ruins. How could you!", she hit her fists on his chest severally, tears forming in her eyes.
Daryian pushed her hands off. "Talk straight let me get what you are saying"
Brenda glared at him with sad eyes. "Who is all these for?. Who is instigating this?. Do you want to kill me before my time!", she broke down in a sob and her husband came to her from behind, hugging her weeping form to his body.
Callix looked at his son. He seemed to be confused, genuinely. Seemed. "A call came from the office. The workers all suddenly retreated from the apartment site"
Oh.
"Is that your doing?. Currently, you are powerful enough to pull such strings"
He did pull them but he didn't know the contractors will be this fast to leave his father's projects. Quick money does work fast. "I forgot", was all he could say.
His mother's gasp was followed by louder sobs immediately. Callix stared at his son with so many thoughts. This son of his can ruin him with the snap of his fingers. He is a rich man, a very rich one, but it seems like his son has accumulated a kind of wealth that can buy his.
Halyn looked in-between them while silently eating. Like she wanted to make herself as invisible as possible. If any of them should remember she was here, they would feel bad.
"Your company is taking 70% of the profit, are they not?. So.. so why are you putting it on hold?", Callix asked. "On hold, because I rather not believe that you are deliberately hindering it. It's worth billions. The site will be a hit. It's popular and the designs for the structures are old money. What the fuck is wrong here, Daryian Keane?"
Daryian pursed his lips. Why do they think he can't deliberately ruin them?. His goal is to make lots of profits from his rich dad and have him under him. He can do whatever he wants with his father in that situation. Or could he be wrong?.
Can his father still have a say even when under him?.
It's not totally impossible.
I should try first.
"Dad, I only offered a few thousands and they were ready to leave it. It's your fault that you didn't get trusted contract workers. Not mine"
"Flaunting your so called wealth now?"
"Yeah", Daryian affirmed with a simple nod. Brenda should be happy he is such a wealthy man now. But how can she be when it's directed at her husband?.
"If your wealth is going to be a cause for problems in this house, then I don't need it. I don't want a rift in my family, Dary", Brenda sincerely said, those tears still wetting her beautiful face.
She is still his mother. It hurt to see her that way.
"I'm not causing a rift, mom. I worked for this to help dad", Daryian said with a tiny smile and Callix cut his eyes through him like he can see the future. "Dad's workers are not to be trusted so I tested them to see their loyalty"
"Bull. You've never done that before, so why now?"
"I'm a businessman, dad. I didn't do that before because I never worked with you directly but now..", Daryian shrugged lazily. "I'm getting 70% of the outcome of these apartments and the shopping mall. I have to get the best for the betterment of my company, no?"
Really convincing.
Callix knows how a businessman's mind works and that was really it. What his son just said, is how it works. "So?", he asked. His tone was doubtful and wary.
"So, dad, be rest assured that I will help with everything"
Callix laughed. He laughed. "Daryian, you must really think I'm a fool?"
Maybe. Just take the bait. Whether you are or not.
"You can't do something without getting something in return"
Daryian snapped his fingers together. "Who says I won't gain something?", his parents were flabbergasted. "70% of the profits for six months. That's all I need"
"No", Callix said.
Did he catch on?.
"That's a deal already between our companies. You lent us stocks for that. I'm talking about you taking care of everything like you just said. That's about a 19 billion worth. You can't spend that for free even if we are family"
As expected. My dad is smart.
"Let me invest in the apartment projects you own, personally"
A big weight was relieved off Callix. "Just that?. Really?"
"Yeah. Just that, Dad. I'm too kind right?"
You think.
"I'm sure you are", Callix shaded. He hugged his wife, patting her back. Brenda held him tight. Her son really had no ulterior motives.
Or so she thinks.
Daryian glanced at his daughter, chuckling to himself. "I'm so sorry you had to sit through that boring talk of stocks and investments", he smiled at her, taking the seat beside her.
"It's okay. I will work in the company one day"
Daryian was elated to hear that. "Definitely, princess. You will"
♧
Archie placed her long slim metal rod on Amelia's back and she straightened it immediately, not for once faltering in her catwalks.
She is a pro-model quite alright but it's been so long since she had to be on a runway. About a year and half?. Taking pictures, covering adverts and just looking pretty in them was a different thing altogether from walking on the runway in different dresses under the eyes of a crowd of prominent people.
Archie has helped a great deal these past 2 days in getting back her lost touch with her walks. They did a lot of practices in the company and decided to come over to Amelia's home and round it up there.
It was actually Archie's beautiful idea to put a practice runway room in the model's house and it has helped and saved them the stress of going to and fro to the company, greatly.
"Let's call it a wrap, Ami", Archie said, pushing her rod to a shorter size.
"Oooooh", Amelia drawled out. "That's a first, my lady", an amused smirk. "Are we this close..", she pinched her fingers together. "..To dropping formalities?"
"Were we ever formal?", Archie asked rhetorically, leaving the room first while Amelia cackled behind her. Archie smiled to herself. Yeah. She is going for it, to drop the invisible barriers between them.
Amelia walked out, wrapping her black locks quickly in a low bun. "Cola?", she asked, passing Archie.
"Iced, please" Archie requested.
Amelia nodded. Going behind the kitchen's counter, she opened the long fridge and brought out a big plastic can of Coca-Cola. Two glass mugs set. She filled them up, adding more of ice cubes in one. "Your order, ma'am", she placed the one with more ice in front of Archie.
She chuckled, wrapping her slender fingers around the handle. "Thank you", she took a sip. "Iced. Definitely"
Amelia laughed, drinking hers. Didn't she say iced?.
The house bell went off and the two ladies looked at each other.
"I will get it", Archie said, since she was not behind the counter. Amelia nodded, sipping more coke.
Archie raised the lid off the home camera. "Yeah, who is it?", she spoke into the voice intercom underneath it, when she saw no-one on the screen.
"Daryian"
Archie glanced behind. "Amy, do you know a Daryian?!"
Instead of an answer, Amelia rushed out. Her eyes big yet wide. "What?"
"Daryian is at the door". Archie looked at the camera again. A tall man with sharp defined features, full black curly hair, with black doe eyes stared at her. Archie bit back a gasp. She knows him. She has worked with Amelia for 10 years and she knows him. But..
"I will get it", Amelia said. She pressed a button, granting the person access. Daryian's blue sneakers showed first before his frame. He paused at Archie. The door shut, enclosing three of them.
Well, another person did answer his bell.
♣︎.♧.♣︎.
#Mirian.