Atlas

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"Mr. Storm? Nico Wells is here for his ten a.m. meeting," Athena informs me, not waiting for a response before she leaves my office again. She knows that the moment I'm open to receive a visitor, I'll let her know by using a button on my desk that'll light up a small light bulb on hers.

Or as Sierra would say; I spent too much money on unnecessary fancy shit.

I'm not quite sure I'm ever ready to speak to my no-longer-brother, but I do have a few things to say to him. And apparently, we have some business to talk about, too.

I allow myself a moment to breathe, staring at my digital clock, waiting until the clock strikes ten. I won't let this guy in even just one minute earlier, even if I do have the time.

I put off having to see him for months. Months in which my anger towards him only ever expanded. And truth be told, now being a father only gets my blood boiling a million times more.

The thought of my daughter having to go through something like my wife did—Nah, if Nico decides to say one wrong thing, he truly won't be living much longer.

I press the button on my desk, my hand balling into fists as I wait until Nico opens my office door and walks inside like he's never done something wrong.

The nasty grin on his face only makes me want to punch him even harder. More often. He even walks like he's a God—which he's far from.

Nico takes a seat across from me, throwing a rather small folder on my desk like he owns this office. "I want to buy back the rights you've got from my company."

I snort a laugh. "The fuck you get from me." I don't need his company. It's more of a pain in the ass than any good for me. But if he truly believes he'd get the rights back...

It's great money. Not much to be living like me, not in the slightest. Nico himself has like 0.0001% of a billion. That'd be 10000. If I check my bank account (which sure as hell is still over one billion) he'd have even less percentage of what I just said.

He couldn't afford to get the rights back, even if I were to sell them to him. I pushed his company up to what he makes monthly. And these ten thousand is as far as I could get it. Like I said, more of a pain in my ass than anything else.

"I want the other half back, Atlas—"

"I don't think you serve the right to call me by my first name anymore, do you? Especially not when this is supposed to be work related, Wells." So glad we no longer share a last name. Hate it for Ava, though.

He grunts, adjusting himself in his seat. Trying it again, "I want the other half of my company back, Storm."

"Tough. I think I'm going to keep it." Or probably sell it to someone else. The thing is, I could easily buy his rights off far more easily. Shove a bunch of millions down his throat and he'd be satisfied. But I'd be pretty stupid to do that. His company isn't worth that much, especially not when I no longer invest in it.