Heirs To The City: The Quartet

Chapter Forty One

The plan when I'd got to Vaughan had been to meet with all of the Executives for a collective meeting, the problem came in that my jet was flagged for inspection upon landing since it had only appeared on radar scanners with a code at the border of Canada. So I ended up getting a thirty minute inspection of my plane which merely got me a bunch of extra time to check email by my phone and informing the Toronto office that I was going to be five minutes late, and that they were to accomodate the waiting execs.

I had also been provided a small advantage from this that gave me more then enough time to actively plan and research them. I knew everything about them, their histories and connections, what their relationships looked like, and what deep secrets they held. I knew them likely better then they had known themselves or each other.

Eventually the car that was meant to be for me was left alone by security team that the Toronto Airport had issued for the investigation. Unlocking the vehicle I climbed inside and drove off knowing that Elijah was merely half and hour behind me, and that he had likely planned the protection detail for Olivia. That was my condition for most times when I left the city, and my girlfriend behind. I hated it, hated having to be so far from her, and considering I knew there was a stalker, and knew who they were I wasn't willing to risk too much in general when it came to her safety. I'd destroyed people weeks before they could do anything to her, I wasn't a good person, and yet somehow she looked at me like I wasn't a damaged and violent person.

I knew the worlds shadiest people, and what I'd learned is that a lot of them were more moral that the typical group of businessman I met, who only seeked to keep themselves in high position. Even I was less corrupt then them simply because I had the morality to choose the right option and own my choices and decisions, I still wasn't a good person and I knew that at best I was grey, utterly morally grey, and pitch black like the shadows of the nightmares I suffered from for almost three years after my parents deaths.

If media outlets like the New York Times, or Bloomberg Media, or even CNN knew what I did in my spare time, they would gut the reputation I had till it bled across every inch of the digital and physical world. It was the same reason I had told Olivia dozens of times that I wasn't a good person. Acceptance was both my saving grace and a weakness I exploited in everyone but a select few.

Speeding away in the Lamborghini I watched the city blur past me as I sped through the streets of the city, and as much as I'd love to see the police attempt to stop me, I also knew that I'd be watched for a possible separation in being compliant with Toronto Police Service. Getting to the nearly five hundred sixty meter tall building of the Canadian Branch's building I parked along the curb. I had never been to Vaughan and because of my prediliction to the extravagant the Lamborghini had barely a hundred kilometers on it, and was about as expensive as the apartments most of the men and women I met with lived in though it was always the men that had something to prove. Women didn't often say much and from personal experience outperformed most of their male counterparts. It was also why I had specific roles that I hired people for. I didn't care if certain professions that I hired for were mostly men or women, either worked and it was effieciency I hired for not bias. I often had certain information cleared from resumes before I looked at them, I even ignored the names on most of them and simply sorted them between yes, maybe, and no.

It was a similar way to how I worked. I took in every detail, and plan down to the most minute detail. I knew that my predessessors were narcissists, egomaniacs, murderers, and psychopaths. My family was fucked up, and yet there was certain members that made the darkness in my family be made neutral. I stayed in that area, wanted to be the first to be the grey member of my family.

Climbing from the car I locked the doors and went inside the building which almost immediately the elevator was signalled something all of the buildings could do if the right keys were pressed on the receptionists keyboard.