the love heist | t.r

nineteen |

"Go ahead and let him in," Reign heard over the phone, keeping the chic yet business bag over his shoulder with a smile. He had to admit that his mind was other places but knowing that he was going to be in the presence of Dylan again must have made him feel a type of way. Hold on, I know I am not catching feelings.

On top of his mother appearing at the residence a week ago, he had made himself busy in the presence of his new business partner. Dylan kept things casual and professional, but when there was time for relaxation, he acknowledged that too. Reign had met the wife, disregarding of his name completely and wondering if she was a beard or a real thing in his life. Immediately after thinking thoughts against his morals, he repented for his sins and realigned his moral beliefs. Reign would never be the type of person to ruin a marriage and let alone, a relationship. He believed in all things that were put out into the air would eventually come back. "I see you're in deep thought, I hope it's about this business meeting." Dylan said, two warm coffee cups from a local shop in his big hands.

Reign had to regather himself, sitting up with straight posture before nodding his head. He caught a whiff of the coffee, recognizing the sweet but faint sent of the caramel in it. Had he remembered his coffee order? He needed to not to think too much into it. The last time that he became romantically interested in him, Cree was sniffing nose juice and laying up in the bed with him. The tales of a DL, he supposed. As he followed Dylan into the business room with a bunch of people in suits, coffee that was piping hot at their lips and suits that were rented and due to be returned tomorrow. "Thank you for attending this business meeting. It will be brief. I want to make a new investment." Dylan said, taking a seat at the head of the business table where Reign sat beside him.

"A new investment already? We already put two down payments on two places." A man that looked like Dylan. He sat at the end of the table with a clear glass of alcohol, much different from the other associates that had been in the meeting with coffee to get their day started. It was not pushing past 9:15 am and he was already drinking? Reign pushed his shady thoughts to the back of his mind and prepared his business one, leaning his hands forward on the desk and paying very close attention to the words that he said. Dylan had made one investment in a place that was going to provide an after-school program for kids of the less fortunate and a greenhouse to contribute towards recycling in Houston.

Reign looked to Dylan, who had his business conducting face on. He was impressed with the things that he had already owned and planned on owning in the future, according to the man at the end of the desk where his nametag was too far to read. "If you don't mind me interrupting," Reign said, standing to adjust his suit and grab his suitcase. The others in the room murmured but ultimately respected his decision to speak.

"I think you all are too comfortable with Dylan – I mean, Mr. Kook's business affiliations. With what I am hearing, as far as the affairs he's had in Downtown Houston alone, he has a very versatile choosing. He has backup plans where backup plans shouldn't be allowed." Reign said, the glass hitting the end of the table. He turned from the brief presentation that he had been given, realizing that the man at the end of the table had finished downing his drink. Was he stressing him out to the caliber? Lol. He went to speak, but Reign held up a handout of respect. "Understand this, even if you don't want millions to be invested personally into a gay club. He supports the LGBTQ! Now these days with the disrespect in my community, that's major respect." He said under his breath a little.

Some of the other investors were impressed with the brief presentation that Reign had given, returning to his seat with a smile towards Dylan who had his hands clasped around his mouth area. The drunkard at the end of the table had remained silent, a receptionist that Reign had seen earlier appearing out of the cut with a fresh glass of alcohol replacing his other one. Conversation around the room was heavy – plans about the club being talked about, potential exposure to celebrities and more.