Find You There (Fanfic Version)

One

"It's nothing personal, it's just business."

My father had always lived up to that quote, being the President of the Southern Union of Banks, meaning he had control of everything apart from the people he clashed with. That quote had never been proven more right for him than that day. . .

"Dad, can't we just go to Texan Cacti County? It's much cooler than this amusement park." I whine, it is quite rare that I get to go out with my mom and dad and it should be much better if we could just go somewhere that we can really have fun together.

Yes, even at seventeen, I am addicted to my parents attention.

"Taylor, the last time we went there, you accidentally caused a panic to everyone in the roleplay saloon." Dad reasons out and I laugh.

"Okay, so the term now is, accidentally." I say, giggling. "But dad, seriously, like they are better than amusement parks."

"Honey, it's not whether which one is better, what matters is that we are here spending time with you." Mum says and I got nothing against that.

I pout and start playing with my phone. It's always this scenario anyways, mom at the passenger seat with dad driving whereas I sit in the backseat. Both of them are always so busy but we go out, maybe once every two months and I always look forward to these days.

I keep playing until I feel the car slow down. That can't be, we're on a highway on a bridge!

"Why are we stopping?" I ask.

"These people need our help." Dad says and I look out to whatever he is talking about. Well, there's one man outside his car with his hood popped.

"But dad we're--"

"Taylor, if someone needs help, who are we to deny them that?" Mom says and again, I pout. When it's them against me, I barely got something to say.

"Okay, fine!" I grumble and then continue with my phone again.

Dad parks the car at the road just behind that other car he's aiding and opens most of the car doors we have. I don't want to look out because it is annoying! That'll just suck out hours and hours of our family time and before I know it, I'm home and the next day, they're gone again.

I hate my life sometimes.

I look at my dad for a split second and yet he is already out the door as I see the man right near him. The man seems to be in his age and they are dressed in the same way, loose brown pants and tucked in tees.

I blink a few times, "Mom, isn't that Des Styles? Owner of the other bank line, um, Vineyard Starr Banks?" I ask, I take this business thing very seriously and I've read a couple of magazines. I recognize almost every face almost immediately. . .I rarely forget details.

"Oh yes, you're right, sweetie." Mom says, sounding quite amazed. Like she isn't used for me being this way.

"But mom, isn't he the same Des Styles who won over the investment funds of Cathropic Co? The real estate contractors?" I ask again in full detail.

"Yes, Taylor, now why are you asking it?" She says while laughing.

My eyebrows meet as I lean over to the space in between those two seats to get a good view of Des Styles with my dad. There's also another person, which is either his dumb driver who doesn't know how to fix cars or his son.

"Because dad lost an amount because of him. Why is dad helping him?" I ask.

"Because --"

"Oh, don't tell me." I say, taking a seat again. I remember, "Nothing personal, it's just business." I grumble.