2 boring bastards

Chapter Two

I finally had a chance to openly observe Sebastian. The first thing I noticed was his dark hair and gracile features. His eyes were the colour of honey; deep and rich and gold. The real showstopper though was his suit, it was fitted to his body perfectly and I wouldn't be surprised if it was tailor made - at the very least it had been adjusted to fit him. He wore it well and I had to admit he had style.

His car was also obviously expensive, the seats were leather and it smelt like jasmine. For a moment I felt guilty dripping all over it but I supposed it was his fault for inviting me in when I was clearly drenched in rain. In the front seat sat Kevin, he grinned at me when we locked eyes and said "Where to Miss?"

I gave him my address after putting my seat belt on and wondering for a split second if I was going to be kidnapped; knowing my luck I couldn't cross it out. The car started driving in the right direction which was a good sign so I relaxed a little in my seat. Sebastian turned to me.

"I must admit, I didn't just invite you in to be nice,"

Well that wasn't a good sign, I spoke too soon about the whole kidnapping thing. I wondered if the car doors were child locked; we weren't travelling too fast, I could probably make it out with minimal injuries. It served me right for hopping into a near-stranger's car just because I was a little damp.  

"You see, I've been CEO of Fiori tech since I was 23, and I've brought us onto the international stage. We now have a strong market in Russia, East Asia and we're even slowly breaking into the Middle Eastern market. I have brought the company into this century, I've run it for three years for goodness' sake - "

So he was 26. And my math teacher told me I had no ability at mental calculations, pffft, look at me now Mr Dunsten.

" - I mean yeah I made a few small mistakes at first but I've more than made up for them; the company is doing better than ever before and I'd like to think that I played no small part in that. But my father still doesn't trust me! He says I'm irresponsible and can't be trusted with his shares!"

Did he think I was his therapist? I suppose it was cheaper than an actual psychiatrist and probably came with less comments but this was kind of weird.

"He says I have to prove my responsibility before he'll give them to me - that or wait for him to die, and he's in remarkably good health so I don't like my chances with that. I mean it's ridiculous; where would the company be without me? I've more than proved I'm responsible enough to run it but I'm still stuck at the mercy of the shareholders, I constantly have to ask for permission and explain myself to them. They're the most judgmental people I've ever had the displeasure of meeting. I make one mistake and now they never trust my decisions, they always insist on a financial advisor - and who knows who else - to go over everything. It takes forever and wastes time."

He looked at me for agreement.

"Uh yeah, I guess that sucks that they don't treat you like an adult..." It came out more as a question but it seemed to do the trick as he went on.

"Right?! My last mistake was years ago; I'd barely started. We only lost a couple million and we've earnt twice that in this month alone!"

It was the second of the month, how much was this guy earning?

"We didn't make this much profit before I was CEO that's for sure!"

"Uh huh."

"All I need is the majority shares so that I'll never have to answer to them again."

"The shares that your dad won't give you?" I asked

"Yes!"

"Well that sucks I guess."