A Good first impression
1013 Words
Lucas Maverick
"Come on, man, that's your sixth bottle," Norman, my best friend, said, trying to stop me from gulping my liquor down. "Slow down!" he added.
I ran my hand through my hair. "He has everything, Norman. Despite being disabled."
"Now he's married." My laughter echoed. Despite the fact that the bar was filled with music, it couldn't tame it.
"And to top it off, Grandpa favors him."
"Don't let that get to you, man. Let's get you home."
The strippers kept dancing around, flaunting their bodies on me.
"Await my next move, Ray."
...
The Next Day
It was a brand-new day, and I had to get to work.
Styling the latest Louis Vuitton outfit, I gave myself one final look before setting out.
"Can this car go a little faster?" I questioned after noticing the funny movements of my newly purchased Bugatti.
"Yes, sir. Let me quickly check it," my driver said before stepping out to inspect the car.
"All good, sir," he returned, moving the car into motion.
Our company was ranked in the top five in the world, and its logo sat perfectly in bold, italic font.
The staff were all making their way in, already late for work. "Lazy asses," I retorted.
It was just a minute after 8 in the morning. I smiled at myself as I glanced at my watch.
"A good first impression," I muttered as I walked into the organization.
My very high-standard dressing was a stark contrast to the cheap clothes they wore.
"Good morning, Sir Lucas,"
"Keep your greetings to yourself," I snapped at the secretary who walked past me. "Come back here," I stopped her in her tracks.
"Where's your boss?"
"You mean Sir Rayian?" she asked, her blue eyes filled with curiosity.
"No! Your crazy, sick father," I retorted, my patience running out.
She bowed her head low, adjusting her boring oversized glasses. "So sorry, sir. Sir Rayian won't be coming in today," she spoke as she lifted her head from her tablet.
"Wow, so much for a deserving blind grandson, I guess," I said out loud, not minding who heard me.
"Did you say something, sir?" she asked, coming along with her annoying questions.
"What's your name again?"
"Sa... Samantha, sir,"
"Sally, Barbie, whatever. I don't care!"
"Why is your boss absent today?"
"He's on a honeymoon break with his wife," she answered.
"Wow! You may leave."
My plans were spoiled. I wanted to prove to them that I was responsible and that I could achieve as much as Ray could.
But when an opportunity presents itself, something else seizes it.
I huffed as I walked out of the organization. There was no need for me to be there.
"Where to, sir?"
"Home," I responded, and we were reeling down the street in no time. The city was bright with life as different individuals carried on with their business.
"Meet me at the coffee shop," a message ran in.
"Change of plans. Head to the coffee shop down the road."
"Yes, sir," he answered and steered around.
The coffee shop had been my one-time favorite, where my dad, Ray, and Bella would always come.
The place was of modest taste, giving off an old Italian vibe. To be honest, it lacked my taste, but their coffee made up for its shortcomings.
Couples sat chatting lovingly with each other.
Love—a sickly feeling.
"Welcome, Mr. Lucas," one of their staff greeted.
"Yeah, thank you."
"What can I offer you, sir?"
"Someone is here to see me. Is he here?"
"Yes, Mr. Lucas. This way, please."
He led me to an elderly man seated, smiling at his coffee before sipping it.
"Old habits die hard, right?"
"Son, you are here!" My dad smiled as he put his coffee down.
"Sorry, I couldn't say goodbye before leaving the other night." I adjusted my clothes before sitting down.
"Is that the newest Apple Watch release, Dad?" I asked, noticing his watch.
"Yes, son. You want one?"
"Of course, Dad. You know I would. Besides, I have to keep up with the latest fashion trends."
My dad gave a light chuckle as he playfully hit me. "Don't worry, son. I will get you one."
"Really, Dad? You are the best."
"You know I took after you, right?"
"Yes, son. That's why you're my favorite."
"Again, about the other night. Sorry my plans didn't go as planned."
"No, it's not your fault, Dad."
"I would like you to act nicely towards your grandpa. You need to get into his good books."
"Sure, Dad. I'm on that already."
"That's good, son."
"Sir, would you like something?" A waiter came by.
"Yes, a cup of coffee."
The waiter bowed and left, returning shortly after.
I inhaled the scent a bit, copying my dad's style, before sipping it. The taste of chocolate and cream stuck to my mouth as I savored the drink.
Dad was also doing the same.
"Dad!"
"Yes, son?" He put his cup down, giving me his attention.
"Can you promise me one thing?"
"And what might that be, son?"
"When the time comes for me to claim the company, promise you will give me your support no matter what."
His sharp gaze pierced through me, contemplating whether to agree or not.
"Dad, I asked a question!"
"Promise me," I added.
"You have my support, son. Now and always."
And with that, we shared a knowing look—knowing that together, we could achieve our goals.
A phone call interrupted. "I have to be on my way, son." He gulped his coffee one last time and dropped a few notes on the table.
"Use that to pay for the bills. See you soon." He ruffled my hair as he walked out.
My dad was my only ally—the one person I could lean on to achieve my goals.
Well, so I thought.
Or were we both playing different games?
I was left to the serenity of my thoughts as I went into my next mission—to get Grandpa to like me.
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