The Older We Get

Chapter 97

Epilogue Story 1

Part 1

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              "So we're in agreement then?" A man I have no clue how he got into this conference room points to the chart and looks around. "I mean, it's really up to you Chandler."

"Well, you and your staff presented both options." I look to the young business man who's in charge of this proposition, this singular merge in our companies, or rather his boss' company in hopes to work with mine.

Being a multi-millionaire will attract this sort of deal I guess.

"It'd be a great way to break into the neighboring markets Chandler." One of my advisors gives a positive note when I smile.

"You have my support." I get up. "Drew, I'm guessing you have some documents you want me to sign?" My attention goes to the dirty blonde who seems to be choking on nerves. I know I grew to be 6 feet tall but I'm not that intimidating am I?

Well if I am, I really don't care.

"Uh, yeah." He finally nods.

"My office?" I invite him to walk with me, our business suits sharp and elegant, my hair which hasn't been cut in ages longer than usual, a good inch at least but still within reason and slightly swept back and stylish with some gel and perfect locks to make me look like the male super model I am.

"So you're sure you're comfortable with backing our company?" Drew stays a little nervous beside me when I smile at his question. "I'm serious Chandler. You've built an empire and your word means something. This is one of the biggest magazine and photography establishments for the past 2 years. All your merchandise, designing your own camera? Software, new social media apps, we're nothing compared to that."

"You may be small town but your company provides quality." I linger down beside all the workers on the 25th floor, everything going smoothly until I see a small group of girls down the hall gasp at the sight of me and hurry to come over.

Ah, here we go.

"Mr. Riggs!" The tallest with red lipstick cheeses and I spot her holding a magazine with me on the cover in punk fashion and one eye touched with eye liner, my hair styled like a rock star and my look alone, blue eyes in the photo shows I'm a sexual encounter every girl dreams of.

Model, business man and artist.

Of course I'm a catch.

"Hello ladies." I smile and see them all melt a little inside while Drew watches like he's never seen a celebrity get noticed before. "What can I do for you?"

"Could you sign our 'Pristine's'?" They sweetly ask holding up the magazine with the title, a sharpie ready and my hands working to give them what they want. "And the 'Taffida'?"

Taffida?

I look at the other journal, one I'm not officially associated with, yet instantly remember my relations with them at the sight of Sage on the cover, her face tilted back and body clothed in a sexy, messy light toned dress with her hair frizzed and side swept bangs complimenting her gorgeous face with some make up to exaggerate the look and high heels to keep her off the ground as she bends her knees to sit compactly.