The streets of New York were filled with the loud sounds of music, taxi-cabs and the chatter of its population of around8 million people. At around 12 o’clock in the afternoon the city was bustling with activity. People of all stages of life were crowding the streets, working, feeding, fighting and of course fucking. A long white limo surfed through the yellow wave of taxis making its way downtown to the land of highrises, luxury, and sin. Its final destination was a tall cylindrical shaped monster. Whitmore tower. Standing at 1,278 ft, this proclamation of wealth was the showcase of Whitmore Inc, and one day it would be hers. The limo door opened quickly, as a slick black pair of Christian Louboutin pumps exited the vehicle. Rose Whitmore stared up at the tower in front of her, a crisp black dress fitting her curves, her burgundy hair coiled up in a half up-do. She pulled off her sunglasses to expose her yellowish hazel eyes, that were passed down in her family taking in the sight of her future. Today she would show her father what she could do. Today was her day.
She walked forward, entering the steel cage with a slight wave to security. They allowed her easy entry into the white and black marble entryway. White leather couches, large sculptures of ferocious animals and the large black designation desk gave the place a clean upper-class look. She walked past all of it towards a side elevator, pressing the ‘UP’ button to get the doors to open. When they did she walked inside hitting the top floor. She entered by herself, the doors closing when another man entered behind her moving to stand on her right. He was 6,2 with slicked back burgundy hair and yellowish hazel eyes, his skin lightly freckled in some spots. He voice was deep and husky, “Evening, little Sis.”
She kept her eyes ahead of her remaining calm and collected as the elevator began to move, “Evening, Jack. I’m glad you could make it to the meeting.”
He shoved his hands in his expensive deep grey Armani suit, “I always make time for family. How’s Patrick?”
She smirked at the mention of her boyfriend, “He’s fine. Spending too much time golfing in my opinion. Chastity?”
Jack let out a small laugh, “She’s shopping. She keeps asking why you don’t join her?”
The soft ting of the elevator echoed through the box and she gave a false smile, “Funny. She always asks me the same question about you. Lovely girl. Reminds me so much of mom.”
Jack frowned slightly, “This better be fast Rose. I have a meeting at Rosschild in twenty.”
Rose waved to Donna Velasquez, her father’s longtime secretary and possible mistress to let them in. The raven-haired beauty stood up and moved to the door, opening it into the expansive silver office. The room was mostly art nouveau with hints of modern sculpture and steal apart from an expansive painting depicting a pack of wolves with cold yellow eyes. Mrs Velasquez spoke softly to the single occupant, “Your children are here, Mr. Whitmore.”
The man behind the desk looked up from his Mac, his silver hair slicked back like his sons. His suit jacket was off exposing a smooth blue dress shirt with rolled up sleeves and dark yellow suspenders. He moved from around the table with a wide smile, “Jack! Rose! Coming up to see old dad like this. How have I earned such a pleasure?”
Rose dropped her purse on a side cabinet, before walking up to her father kissing him lightly on the cheek, “I wanted to get you both here to tell you some news!”
Jack came up after her smacking his dad on the shoulder, “I just came to remind you, how good you once looked.”
Jared Whitmore laughed heartily his physique sleek and fit for his age, “Well like they say, you can make a thousand versions of a diamond, son, but it’s never gonna be the same as the real I thing.”
Rose smirked, moving to one of the white leather chairs in front of her dad’s desk, rubbing her diamond earrings lightly, “True. Now come take a seat. I bring good tidings.”
Jack moved to sit at the chair beside her while her father moved to the seat behind the desk. Rose let them get comfortable pulling out a phone as she began to type slowly with one name, after a few minutes Jared leaned back smiling, “Well go on?”
Rose smiled standing up and dropping the phone on his desk, “I...got the Quiang Agreement.”
Jack burst into laughter, “That’s cute. We haven’t been able to wriggle the Quiangs into a deal for thirty years. What did you do to get the deal done? Blowing Li Quiang?”
Rose remained calm as her father grabbed the phone reading it over slowly, “No, Li Quiang has different tastes, unfortunately. I would offer your services, but I figured your knees were sore during your time with Chastity.” She paused giving him a smile before she turned to her dad, “I crunched the numbers and re-evaluated the shares. I also bought a few companies from some asian investors. Played the stocks for a bit…”
Her dad spoke up, “Used said companies to blackmail the Quiangs. Either sign our agreement, or their competitors will benefit from the stock of their companies. How much?”
She turned to Jack who’s yellow eyes were revealing a hint of a rage, “53 million and 12 shares.”
Suddenly both kids turned as Jerold let out a hoot, “HOT DAMN! Darling! Very impressive. A lot of money for us, and a good partnership. A pay increase and a promotion should be given to you post haste…. If...you actually finished the job.”
Rose looked at her dad with a confused face, “What do you mean. We signed the papers this morning. I just got off a plane from Shanghai.”
Jerold smiled puting the phone softly on her side of the table, “I know. Shi Quiang phoned me this morning, to approve the deal. You see, I had already been talking with him on a retirement deal. See I paired with Li Chan who runs Margon Industries, the second largest architectural company in Hong Kong. He seems to hate Quiang as much as we do, so he paired up with us and with both of our shareholding power we would dominate Quiang in the next quarter. He sold me his company hours before you left.”
Rose blanched as Jack stood up, “And you didn’t tell me about this, either!”
Jerold smirked, “It was above both of your pay grades. Besides. No need to be mad. I just made all of us a whole lot richer. Good work though Rose. Just try to think bigger next time.”
Rose set her jaw, picking up her phone as she turned to look out the window, rage simmering just below the surface, “I...I will try to keep that in mind. Tell mom I said, 'Hi'.”
She grabbed her purse then left the room, the doors closing behind her as she headed into the elevator. As soon as the doors closed she pressed her lips together, slamming her fist a few times into the door hard enough that blood sprung from her knuckles, “FUCK! FUCKING FUCKING FUCK!”
She let out a few breaths then the door opened and she headed out through the lobby, pulling open her phone and dialling Patrick’s number. It rang two times before it chimed on, and a soft spoken woman started talking, “Patrick...haha...Patrick’s phone. He’s too busy to talk right now because...Stop that...stop it...hahaha...he’s in a...ahh..meeting.”
Rose was outside now and she stopped her eyes shutting closed for a moment before she spoke. That Motherfucker. She spoke evenly, her voice cold, “Well, give him a message for me. I can forgive infidelity, that's expected, but sloppiness! THAT is irreproachable. ”
She turned off the phone then moved back towards her limo, Marty already at the door, “Where to Miss Whitmore?”
She paused staring at him for a minute, speaking before she entered the car, “Take me to the roughest bar in Harlem. I need a humble awakening and some hard drinks.”
She walked forward, entering the steel cage with a slight wave to security. They allowed her easy entry into the white and black marble entryway. White leather couches, large sculptures of ferocious animals and the large black designation desk gave the place a clean upper-class look. She walked past all of it towards a side elevator, pressing the ‘UP’ button to get the doors to open. When they did she walked inside hitting the top floor. She entered by herself, the doors closing when another man entered behind her moving to stand on her right. He was 6,2 with slicked back burgundy hair and yellowish hazel eyes, his skin lightly freckled in some spots. He voice was deep and husky, “Evening, little Sis.”
She kept her eyes ahead of her remaining calm and collected as the elevator began to move, “Evening, Jack. I’m glad you could make it to the meeting.”
He shoved his hands in his expensive deep grey Armani suit, “I always make time for family. How’s Patrick?”
She smirked at the mention of her boyfriend, “He’s fine. Spending too much time golfing in my opinion. Chastity?”
Jack let out a small laugh, “She’s shopping. She keeps asking why you don’t join her?”
The soft ting of the elevator echoed through the box and she gave a false smile, “Funny. She always asks me the same question about you. Lovely girl. Reminds me so much of mom.”
Jack frowned slightly, “This better be fast Rose. I have a meeting at Rosschild in twenty.”
Rose waved to Donna Velasquez, her father’s longtime secretary and possible mistress to let them in. The raven-haired beauty stood up and moved to the door, opening it into the expansive silver office. The room was mostly art nouveau with hints of modern sculpture and steal apart from an expansive painting depicting a pack of wolves with cold yellow eyes. Mrs Velasquez spoke softly to the single occupant, “Your children are here, Mr. Whitmore.”
The man behind the desk looked up from his Mac, his silver hair slicked back like his sons. His suit jacket was off exposing a smooth blue dress shirt with rolled up sleeves and dark yellow suspenders. He moved from around the table with a wide smile, “Jack! Rose! Coming up to see old dad like this. How have I earned such a pleasure?”
Rose dropped her purse on a side cabinet, before walking up to her father kissing him lightly on the cheek, “I wanted to get you both here to tell you some news!”
Jack came up after her smacking his dad on the shoulder, “I just came to remind you, how good you once looked.”
Jared Whitmore laughed heartily his physique sleek and fit for his age, “Well like they say, you can make a thousand versions of a diamond, son, but it’s never gonna be the same as the real I thing.”
Rose smirked, moving to one of the white leather chairs in front of her dad’s desk, rubbing her diamond earrings lightly, “True. Now come take a seat. I bring good tidings.”
Jack moved to sit at the chair beside her while her father moved to the seat behind the desk. Rose let them get comfortable pulling out a phone as she began to type slowly with one name, after a few minutes Jared leaned back smiling, “Well go on?”
Rose smiled standing up and dropping the phone on his desk, “I...got the Quiang Agreement.”
Jack burst into laughter, “That’s cute. We haven’t been able to wriggle the Quiangs into a deal for thirty years. What did you do to get the deal done? Blowing Li Quiang?”
Rose remained calm as her father grabbed the phone reading it over slowly, “No, Li Quiang has different tastes, unfortunately. I would offer your services, but I figured your knees were sore during your time with Chastity.” She paused giving him a smile before she turned to her dad, “I crunched the numbers and re-evaluated the shares. I also bought a few companies from some asian investors. Played the stocks for a bit…”
Her dad spoke up, “Used said companies to blackmail the Quiangs. Either sign our agreement, or their competitors will benefit from the stock of their companies. How much?”
She turned to Jack who’s yellow eyes were revealing a hint of a rage, “53 million and 12 shares.”
Suddenly both kids turned as Jerold let out a hoot, “HOT DAMN! Darling! Very impressive. A lot of money for us, and a good partnership. A pay increase and a promotion should be given to you post haste…. If...you actually finished the job.”
Rose looked at her dad with a confused face, “What do you mean. We signed the papers this morning. I just got off a plane from Shanghai.”
Jerold smiled puting the phone softly on her side of the table, “I know. Shi Quiang phoned me this morning, to approve the deal. You see, I had already been talking with him on a retirement deal. See I paired with Li Chan who runs Margon Industries, the second largest architectural company in Hong Kong. He seems to hate Quiang as much as we do, so he paired up with us and with both of our shareholding power we would dominate Quiang in the next quarter. He sold me his company hours before you left.”
Rose blanched as Jack stood up, “And you didn’t tell me about this, either!”
Jerold smirked, “It was above both of your pay grades. Besides. No need to be mad. I just made all of us a whole lot richer. Good work though Rose. Just try to think bigger next time.”
Rose set her jaw, picking up her phone as she turned to look out the window, rage simmering just below the surface, “I...I will try to keep that in mind. Tell mom I said, 'Hi'.”
She grabbed her purse then left the room, the doors closing behind her as she headed into the elevator. As soon as the doors closed she pressed her lips together, slamming her fist a few times into the door hard enough that blood sprung from her knuckles, “FUCK! FUCKING FUCKING FUCK!”
She let out a few breaths then the door opened and she headed out through the lobby, pulling open her phone and dialling Patrick’s number. It rang two times before it chimed on, and a soft spoken woman started talking, “Patrick...haha...Patrick’s phone. He’s too busy to talk right now because...Stop that...stop it...hahaha...he’s in a...ahh..meeting.”
Rose was outside now and she stopped her eyes shutting closed for a moment before she spoke. That Motherfucker. She spoke evenly, her voice cold, “Well, give him a message for me. I can forgive infidelity, that's expected, but sloppiness! THAT is irreproachable. ”
She turned off the phone then moved back towards her limo, Marty already at the door, “Where to Miss Whitmore?”
She paused staring at him for a minute, speaking before she entered the car, “Take me to the roughest bar in Harlem. I need a humble awakening and some hard drinks.”
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