Freaks & Geek

Chapter 1: Anchor

Wes sat daydreaming once more as he tuned out the speeches being presented at yet another boring meeting for Draven, Inc. He loved his company. He had founded it with his two best friends who were really his brothers years ago and it was and had been one of the top earning businesses internationally for years.

Wes' issue was that they went through a period in the 2000s when the internet was blowing up and acquisitions of so many subsidiaries occurred, which continue to contribute to their growing success and numbers present day, but required more meetings to ensure that all branches of Draven, Inc. felt heard and seen.

He hated the meetings. He was the numbers guy and as the Chief Financial Officer of the company he found peace and solace in ensuring they were making what was projected. He knew, as well as, his fellow owners that Draven, Inc. was more than just some conglomerate business that dabbled in almost every industry. They provided resources to many people, charities and community aids on an international level.

He knew what they did mattered. He just wished there weren't so many damn meetings. He looked over at his best friends and smirked. Val was the Chief Marketing Officer and face of Draven, Inc. It wasn't because he couldn't handle the pressures that came with the other roles. It was because Val was so damn charming and a pretty boy to the tee. He ate up the limelight like it was the most delicious treat.

Then there was Damian. He was a character and Wes wanted to laugh loudly at the facial expression he often sported that had people shitting themselves. Damian was a no-nonsense kind of guy. Wes had known him for years and could count on three fingers how many times he'd seen Damien smirk. Not smile. Smirk. He was the Chief Executive Officer mainly because he knew how to read people.

He was a broody son of a bitch and could judge people honestly and swiftly. Wes knew that if it weren't for him their company would not be as successful as it was. The same could be said about Val. His ability to charm people was a definite asset to their company. Wes knew too that he brought necessary skills to keep them thriving. The fact was the three worked as a unit and fostered their organization into a successful example for businesses globally.

"That was torture," Val said as they walked into their shared office that looked more like a penthouse apartment complete with bathroom, closet and bedroom. Three wooden desks sat in the far back wall of the room with two leather chairs in front of each. In front was a seating area with a small kitchenette complete with widescreen television. They each had a hand in decorating the expansive room, which highlighted their love of all things black, gray and red.

"I'm so ready for a drink." Val huffed taking a seat on the leather couch. "There's a bar cart over there," Damien said gruffly. "I know, but I want a drink AND company." Val's wide smirk caused Wes to chuckle while Damien rolled his eyes. "We my brothers are going out tonight." Damien groaned as he took a seat behind his desk. "No groaning. We are going out. We've been so busy with work that we haven't let loose in a while. I can't remember the last time I had sex."Val pouted.

Wes laughed loudly. "You literally had sex with a woman in Accounting this morning." Val looked up while thumping his chin. "I did, didn't I." Damien shook his head. "Come on Dame, you know you need a busty woman wrapped around you to melt that cold dead heart." Wes chuckled once more causing Val to give him a look.

"Bitch, I know you're not laughing. You haven't had pussy EVER! You're getting laid tonight!" Wes shook his head vehemently before getting up from his desk and heading to the bar cart. "You know that's not going to happen, Val. I'm saving myself." Damien and Val both groaned in annoyance. "You're waiting for a woman that doesn't exist." Wes shrugged and made his way back to his desk with a glass of whiskey.

"You both think that, but I know better. She's out there and when I meet her the wait will be worthwhile." Val shrugged him off before sitting down behind his desk. They fired off a few emails and got things squared away with their trusted and shared secretary Mrs. Clara Owens. She was an older Black woman with a big heart and treated them like the sons she never had.