PARKER | Dark H.S. AU

vi. the call

Copyright © zylgnagnaba 2014

Along with Harry, his entourage in black suits trail behind him as they walk along the promenade just as soon as they touched down to the Chicago airport, yet Harry remains to stand out with all his superior and business-tycoon glory.

His suit and tie, paired with ironed slacks fit his firm and lean body so snugly. Black ray bans are perched on his nose, framing his beautiful face and accentuating his sharp jawline. His dark curls are waxed into perfection, so as not to fly along with the free wind out in the open field.

Their steps are quick, yet calculated as the group head to their respective cars few more meters away. Harry's face remains stoic while listening to his personal assistant relay to him all his appointments lined up for the day.

"Lunch meeting with the Aviculars at 11:30, and with Mr. Pettigrew at three, sir. Other than that, you're free to look around the city for the day." Betty, a small lady in her thirties and the only woman among the herd of males, informs Harry while glancing back and forth from her iPad to him. Her heels create small clicks to the concrete as she laboriously keep up with the males. With every stride the suit-cladded men take, she has to make five quick steps so that she'd still be walking beside her boss.

Harry only gives her a quick nod before he removes his Ray Bans and let them hang on his fingers beside him. She looks down at the small lady and scrunches his brows.

"Push my meeting with Mr. Pettigrew to tomorrow. I need to visit the hangar today." He orders and the small lady quickly nods at him, typing away on her gadget.

He only wanted to inspect the hangar immediately so he would no longer be bothered by it the rest of his stay in Chicago once and for all. Harry values his time and effort so much as visiting a small hangar located in a small town irks him to the bone, so he better be done with it as soon as possible.

Once he, his assistant, and lawyer finally climb in the limosine and the rest in another vehicle, they take off from the airport and start their journey to the city to get to their hotel.

Harry is on the brink of catching on his sleep as he leans his head at the back of his seat when his assistant's voice sifts through his head and alerts his eyelids. His eyes shoot up to Betty beside him without detaching his head from the headrest, his eyes a bit droopy yet quizzical as he stares at her.

"Sir," she starts by prying on her silver wristwatch before meeting his eyes. "You're about to receive a call from Sir Derek right about this moment."

Harry groans internally at the information. Dealing with a jetlag, he sure as hell won't want to put up with his oldest brother's nagging. Having no choice, he just gives her personal assistant a nod, and anticipate the call he doesn't even want to take in the first place.

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The morning is crisp, casting harsh rays of sunshine along their path. The mild blow of the wind makes the glare of the sun much bearable, allowing Charlie to breathe in the fresh air and smile after for its reflenishing effect.

The blonde petite girl rides on her red scooter giddily, swerving effortlessly to the right as she nears her destination.

T.W. Stillinski Advertising, the big bold letters are plastered at the middle of the tall building. The label doesn't make her any much less intimidated, but it makes her heart swell at the thought of a new project.

Charlie is a freelance commercial model, promoting products here and there, and delivering home-made lasagna and chicken sandwich to various establishments and offices on the side. As a matter of fact, she didn't forget to bring a basket full of both delicacies, ready to be sold underhandedly to the building's employees.