billionaire brat(s) | iwaoi

p r o l o g u e

Iwaizumi Hajime is sitting in the foyer on a soft, cream couch, his elbows resting on his thighs. He leans forward to clasp his hands together.

He feels restless and irritated, leg bouncing continuously.

Staring at his own building through the glass wall across from Oikawa Enterprises, he frowns.

God, he loathes this fucking building.

Hana, his secretary, easily closes the file she's looking through. She exhales tiredly, rubbing her sore neck from having her hair up all day, "why is he making us wait?"

"Because he's a shitty bastard."

A girl with long pink hair wearing a pencil skirt whom Iwaizumi has seen way too many times approaches them with a grin, "Oikawa-san will see you now."

damn yes he will.

Iwaizumi stands up and clasps his blazer's button. Hana stands up as well, straightening out her clothes. All three of them walk to the main hall, The receptionist waves at him with a smile, he nods at her.

When they reach the elevator, he clears his throat, "I know my way from here."

Sakura smiles, "Of course you do." She turns to Hana, "first time seeing you here."

Iwaizumi steps in the elevator and presses the button to the very top floor, Hana's response drowns out as the elevator shuts almost soundlessly.

He sighs deeply.

This is going to ruin the rest of his day.

He stares at numbers going by rapidly at the little screen then blinks at a hidden camera he knows is fixed right there.

That fucker is probably watching him right now.

The elevator opens with a ding. Iwaizumi walks towards a long hallway with clear glass for walls on one side, clearly showing off a great view of Tokyo, cars and stores down there looking like miniature ornaments.

He scoffs at the huge display of awards on opposite concrete wall like he does every single time.

He swings open the door without hesitation.

"Iwa-chan! Ever heard of knocking?" A man with styled brown hair turns around in his office chair, he shuts his laptop immediately which no doubt had camera footage open.

His top two undone buttons show off cognac diamond necklace around his neck, the exact colour of his eyes. His tie forgotten on the floor.

He props his feet up on the glass office desk in front of him, making a show off it, he smiles like knows something Iwaizumi doesn't.

"No I haven't, Oikawa. And don't call me that," Iwaizumi scowls, "you better be prepared to wait an hour next time you come to my office." For good measures he throws a glance at his own office right across from Oikawa's.

Oikawa leans back in his seat with a lazy smirk, "you're hoping there would be a next time?"

"Asshole." Iwaizumi spats.

"Babe."

"Fuck you."

"I'm not stopping you."

"Can we talk about the contract?" Iwaizumi huffs and walks towards his desk.

He raises an eyebrow at Oikawa, hands hovering just inches above the desk.

Oikawa gasps dramatically, hand on his chest, "I'd never do it on the table! you can put you hands on it. It's clean."

"Just checking."

Iwaizumi puts his hands on the desks and throws an annoyed look at the man sitting there with a bitchy grin on his face and his arms behind his head.

"Give me the contract, shittykawa." He leans forward.

"Why? So you can screw me over again?"

"You're well aware that was my father. I own the enterprise now, you know it won't happen again. This is beneficial for both our companies, there's no use in denying that."

Oikawa plants his feet down and swings closer in one swift move. He sways his right leg over the other. Iwaizumi stares at him without wavering.

Leaning forward with one palm under his chin, their faces only a few inches apart, Oikawa smiles flirtatiously at him and whispers, "get out of my office."

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