Broken halfs.

Chapter 2: Xavier Lamare

***Writers POV***

Xavier looked at the two elderly men sitting in front of him. He takes small sips of his water once in a while his eyes going from his father who was sitting almost too straight, moving to the businessman he was here for.

"So Xavier, Mr James Oslen. We'll see each other!" Gabriel Lamare nods both the men's names with a gentle, fake smile indicating is departure.

Xavier walked the old men who was unfortunately his father out with a cold gaze that could have tore him apart if looks had such abilities apart from discomfort.

Xavier knew his father wanted to leave the responsibility of catering for this old man's needs to him, the old man who was his business partner. The old man who was sitting opposite from him.

Bored Xavier's gaze goes back to the old man who meets the eye contact before shifting uncomfortable in his seat. It was obvious the old man was uncomfortable under the youngers stare however they both stayed sitted in a rather uncomfortable silence non wanting to make the first initiation.

Xavier was slowly loosing patience, not that he had much to begin with but James Oslen wasn't helping him either.

"Well Xavier uhhh" The poor man made a attempt to speak first but was rudely cut of by the younger.
"It's Junior Lamare to you" Xavier corrected the old man sternly his voice dominant and demanding.

"Of course Junior Lamare. Sorry for the disrespect" the old man laughed awkwardly slightly rubbing the back of his neck.
Xavier raised an eyebrow in response making the man gulp down whatever was on his throat before he put on the best business face he could master. He had to do this for his family. For the three little girls he left back home and his pregnant wife. He won't let no teenager cower him!

"Junior Lamare. As your father and I had discussed Oslen industries would like to work with Lamare Shipping and Lamare holdings. Rest assured...."

"Is that the presentation you had in plan." Xavier asked with a raised eyebrow cutting the man's words short once again.

The man sighed deeply.

"If this is how you lay down your business proposal's then I'm not very surprised you're bankrupt as of now Mr Oslen. " Xavier says putting down his bottle of water. The little patience he had for today completely exhausted.

James Oslen raised an eyebrow at the young man crossing his arms over his chest in disbelief, the nervousness he was feeling completely replaced by anger.

He had never seen such a disrespectful kid before.
The kid was a true definition of good looks bad character. He is a grown men with kids, a pregnant wife and stress yet had to deal with a disrespectful kid young enough to be his own son.

"Now James if you'd excuse me. I'll take a walk outside to calm myself down. I'm giving you this time to research, borrow or think of a proper presentation to present to a Lamare." Xavier's voice came out as a mere whisper but James heard it loud and clear.
Pure arrogance!

"Whatever you where trying to say is worthy enough to be presented to a Johnson, never a Lamare" with that Xavier walked out leaving James Oslen seething in anger however James had to admit each step the kid took made him feel Les of a man.

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***Xavier's POV***

Talk with dominance, Confidence and arrogance as a Prideful Lamare.
Walk equally with the three and don't smile unless necessary.

These are things I was taught at seven and for ten years I have been doing just that. My point, even if I tried being the least bit kind to Mr Oslen it would all come out wrong but the fucker didn't help me either.