The morning brought a meeting with another French company his mother's side of the family controlled. Jacob sat prompt straight up. His hair clean and styled. His outfit, expensive and slightly playful. Troye wasn't the only one who could work men against their own wills. Jacob too could get men to drop money out of their wallets for him.
The men sat quietly patiently waiting for Jacob to speak. He watched them as they nervously looked straight ahead every once in awhile one would glance at him.
A young boy was filling glasses neatly. When he filled Jacob's he quietly thanked him handing over a 100 dollar bill. The boy quietly thanked him, pleasing Jacob by not making a scene, a chorus of thanks you's no one wanted to hear.
Jacob sipped his water taking notes on his notepad. Listing the names of the two major men he wanted to target today. Mr.Johnson, a simple American man whose gut was thicker then all of our bank accounts combined. And Mr.Stanton, a British man like himself who carried a name of great honor around the business setting.
Jacob sat up quickly all eyes snapping toward him. He smiled pacing around the table once getting a good look at every face in his audience of imbeciles.
"Hello and Good Morning gentlemen."
A chorus of hellos came back to him. Jacob breathed it in, the power filling his body easily. A new feeling taking over his brain switching to work mode. A mode Jacob didn't enjoy, a copy of his barren father.
"I've already selected two men, men who I believe will strive far to make my families company prosper and maintain a beautiful balance of isolation between myself and them. Only coming in contact for necessary business."
The men all leaned closer. Jacob now playing with the leaves of a plant, the smooth lead under his fingertip sobering him up slightly as he turned around smiling at the old men. Old rich men whose futures rested in a 19 year olds hands. He could've laughed out loud, what a tragic fate.
"Johnson, Stanton. You are my final two everyone else is dismissed."
The rest of the men left some giving him nasty looks that he noted for later meetings with their pity little companies. Jacob pulled his chair back sitting quickly, leaning back with on elbow on the arm of the chair his wrist relaxed and flimsy as he looked at the men.
"So who wants it? Wow me with your money and business strategy."
Jacob closed his eyes getting ready to listen to their boring statistics and propositions. A show he let them put on for him, his own little puppets in his pretend little world. He already knew he was picking he was just letting them waste their breath so one would go home defeated and one would go home with an deluded image of how well they're business practices are.
Johnson went first spitting up statistic after statistic, Jacob hummed in at the appropriate times, his mind on other things. Troye's body danced in his mind. His clothed form teasing his mind.
"Thank you Johnson. Stanton blow me away."
Stanton started talking not once did Jacob open his eyes. He convinced everyone it was a business tactic. He told them it was for focus on the words. He did his homework before, decided as he stared at the men sitting around the table and rested his tired eyes as they whisked him off to sleep with their lullabies in the form of business statistics.
Jacob sat quietly for a moment, humming a song he made up in his head. The men probably were staring at him. He didn't mind, let them stare. They were boring and he was tired.
"Thank you. Johnson you got it. Stanton, I told you to blow me away and you put me to sleep. Work on your voice."
He stood up both men looked at him, his notebook faced up, his doodles from before exposed to the two men. He started to walk towards the door as Stanton spoke up.
