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Chapter One: The Meeting Part One

The Light to My Darkness

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Chapter One: The Meeting Part One

Remi's POV

I nervously tap my fingers against my black suit covered thigh as my father and I speed down the highway in our black SUV being driven for us. Physically I am present but mentally I feel as if I am running a marathon as the panic grips me about the fact I will be returning to my own personal hell. It was a day past my 26th birthday and 8 years since I have left my hell. I left for 'school' all those years ago and wouldn't have come back, if it wasn't for the fact that my father was incredibly persistent that I take over the advertising business he started many years ago. He believed it was a perfect fit for me. I never wanted this position, I actually don't want anything to do with my so called family. They hate me, and I am absolutely terrified of what they will do to me if they had the chance. I ran for a reason, and my father just can't seem to understand that.

I begin playing with the cuff-links on my suit, unconsciously trying to pull them down and hide myself more. "Why are you wearing a suit boy? It's the middle of summer and it's a casual lunch meeting to welcome you." I hear my father huff out at me, so I turn to him hesitantly. My father was always one who was quick to become angry, so I choose my words carefully, not wanting to get hit before this meeting. "Because the first impression is the most important." I say softly.

I hear him snort at my answer and my hands go back to fiddling with my clothes. "Who are ya trying to impress? Nobody cares what you are wearing, hell, they wouldn't even notice if you didn't show in the first place." Father says chuckling to himself.

I bend my head down so I am looking at the floor. His words hurt but I know he is right. I am practically invisible to everyone, not that I would have been social anyway. The true reason I wear a suit, or more professional attire is because I am trying to hide my body. I find myself disgusting, scars litter my pale skin, and the occasional fresh wound. My body is enough to bring tears to my eyes, I look so disgusting and terrible, that I dress up to make up for my ugly appearance. When I still lived with my family I would try to tell myself that they were wrong, that my brothers were wrong. That I am handsome and good looking, and able to be loved, but eventually my mind succumbed to all the hate thrown at me. And I couldn't help but agree, and I still do today. Because it's hard to try and stay in denial and make a fool out of yourself, when it is obvious that people see the truth anyway, and that is that I am nothing, just a ugly waste of space.

I tilt my head to look out the window once more and notice we are getting close to the 15 story building. My throat tightens slightly and I try to push down the panic that floods my mind. It's okay, I think to myself. There is only going to be 16 people there today. Two of them being you and father. I lean my head back with my eyes closed and try to find comfort in those words. But as usual, they have little impact on my racing mind. Fourteen people who will have to see my horrid appearance, and pretend to enjoy my presence. The fourteen people I will be introduced to today are the floor directors, who oversee the productivity of a single floor. They answer directly to me. It doesn't sound too bad, but I get intimidated even by an elderly women asking me for help, I don't know how I will manage being in charge. Which should be concerning considering I am the new CEO of the company. Feeling the car slowly jolt to a stop, my eyes fly open to see that we have arrived at the place I have been dreading for years. Carter's Advertising. One of the several companies my family owns the difference is that this one will be mine.

 My company. 

The driver exits the car and rushes to open the door for father and I. Father gracefully emerges from the car, while I stumble onto the sidewalk next to him. I glance up at him to catch his eyes rolling at me in distaste, and he marches forward into the front opening that leads to a grand lobby. The black and white decor gives the wide space a more classy look to it with a slightly modern twist. Bright blast of color lay tastefully splattered around the common area. Before I can continue to admire the splendid sight, I am dragged over to an elevator which read CEO & DIRECTORS DEPARTMENT. Father presses the button and the door opens almost immediately.