𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐑 || 𝐋.𝐌 ✓

➢Chapter 4- The Heir's lost crown

Note: H/c(hair color)

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3rd person pov:

Manwhore. That's what the board of directors--and the tabloids--think of the billionaire bachelor Lucius Malfoy. Ordinarily he couldn't care less, but his playboy past is preventing the board from naming him CEO of the Malfoy company. Nothing--and no one--will keep him from his life's legacy. They want a settled man to lead the company? Then that's exactly what he'll give them.

Lucius Malfoy had nine problems--the other members of the board of directors, now disassembling, murmuring to each other about dinner and drinks downtown. Left in the conference room were his friend and worker, Regulus and Lucius's father Abraxas.

"That meeting went well as expected," Lucius growled. "Bunch of stodgy old placeholders."

"At least you held it in that long," his father said

Lucius had nearly bitten his tongue to remain silent during the meeting. Now he felt his lips curl as he watched the horde of suits waddle away. He had one seat on the board. His father another. But they were in the minority. Thanks to his great-grandfather, who started the Malfoy company and lost the controlling percentage to the public.

The board had made it clear last month they would not appoint Lucius in the position of CEO of the Malfoy company when Abraxas retired. Apparently, no one had changed their collective minds. They'd always like Abraxas but never warmed to his son.

"Disloyal pack of jackals," Lucius said. They saw him as a spoon-fed brat who'd inherited his way to the top floor of the Malfoy company, which was an oversimplified truth. Yes, he was sitting at the positions of chief operations officer because his father appointed him, but it wasn't as if he didn't work. As COO, Lucius was in charge of the daily operations of the company, which was no small charge.

"You have a flippant, playboy reputation," Abraxas stated, not for the first time. "They're being careful."

"I work damn near 80 hours a week," Lucius all but bellowed. "I bleed over fiscal report."

"You have to play nice," Regulus advised, wearing an easy smile. Lucius's childhood friend ran Guest and Restaurant Services for the Malfoy Company. He did a lot of travel for hotel openings and bar and restaurant events. Typically, you couldn't get him into a suit. Today he'd eschewed his usual corporate look for gray slacks and a white-button down.

All hail the board.

"They don't like you much either," Abraxas said tipping his head at Regulus.

At that, Regulus sat straight in his chair and plucked the quill out from behind his ear. Regulus bucked the system every chance he had, so it wasn't any wonder the board hadn't appreciated his bravado. He worked hard, but his style was more beach bum than corporate and every one of those old crones knew it.

The mess over who would hold the position of CEO was only between Lucius and the board. Regulus didn't want it and Abraxas was retiring.

"I have an idea" Lucius announced. Something that had been knocking around his head since a soaking wet Y/n L/n had marched into his office and slammed a doorknob on his desk.

At the mention of an idea, Abraxas waited. Regulus's brow ceased.

Regulus should know better. Of course Lucius would come up with up with a plan before he gave up on being named CEO. It may be impromptu, mostly-old fashioned plan, but it was a plan. 

"Y/n L/n came by my office this morning to speak with me about my plans to remodel the L/n."

Abraxas's brow went up.