Post by Brian Vaine on Jul 14, 2021 0:49:01 GMT -5
"How Did He Find Me?"
The question rattled through the head of this young man like a coin stuck in a vending machine. Brian Vaine could not believe he was sitting in the back of this Aston Martin, his fathers prized vehicle from a collection of dozens. As he watched the world roll by through tinted windows, his mind was clouded, not just with questions, but with memories. It had been a good 10 years since Brian had left this place behind and set out for a life of his own; away from the pressures of being heir to a massive logistical empire; away from the ennui of a privileged rich kid; away from his destiny..
The vehicle pulled up to the security gate of a massive office complex. A large sign on the lawn next to the guard shack made it abundantly clear where they were. This was the headquarters of Vaine Incorporated, one of the largest shipping and logistical outfits in the world. It was on this plot of land that Gerald Vaine started his enterprise many years ago with just a few trucks and a dream. Now, the sprawling campus featured several buildings ensconced in glass, built on land Gerald had bought as his company grew. Gone were the smokestacks, factories and foundries that had once dotted the landscape of urban Ohio. Gone were the thousands of factory jobs, replaced with lower paying clerical work. The newness of this area made Brian a bit sick to his stomach. When he was young, this was a trucking hub; and now, it was nothing more than a testament to the immense wealth of Gerald Vaine. It had never dawned on Brian before that this was the very definition of Vanity, and how the surname he shared with his father was more than just that...
As Brian exited the vehicle, impeccably dressed in a navy blue suit with a crisp white shirt, his fathers long time driver Boris closed the door behind him.
"For what its worth Brian, it is good to see you again.."
"Thank you Boris..This place has grown.."
As they walked to the main complex, Brian could not help but notice the stares of some of Geralds long time associates. The Prodigal Son had indeed returned..But for what reason? As they walked into glass revolving doors, the pair entered a vast marbled reception area where voices and the clicks of high heels echoed throughout.
"I'm here to see Gerald Vaine"
The receptionist, a pretty blond with high cheekbones and stylish glasses, looked at Brian as though he had asked for spare change.
"Is he expecting you?"
"Considering he sent for me, I would say so...I'm Brian Vaine"
Disgust was evident in her mannerisms as she called up to Geralds office. With a forced smile, she pressed a button and a glass elevator descended from a large hollow glass tube in the center of this large reception area. It opened with a hiss, and Brian stepped in. This was new too; his dad had installed his own elevator directly to his office. Brian wondered how many people had shat themselves in this elevator, because Gerald Vaine rarely took visitors from what Brian could recall, and when someone was sent to his office, even in the old days, it meant trouble. Gerald, he remembered, liked his people to do their jobs and only noticed when they had massively fucked up. In this case, he was sure this would not be a pleasant visit.
When Brian arrived, he was greeted by a penthouse style office. The walls were adorned by awards, carefully framed magazine articles, and various pieces of equipment from the early days of the business. Otherwise, the office was decorated in plush easy chairs, rich Oriental Rugs, and a general air of opulence. Yes, Gerald had done well for himself. Brian approached his fathers huge solid oak desk, and was met with the back of an expensive executive chair across from the soft easy chair placed on his side. A booming voice came from behind the gargantuan leather seat..
"Sit Down"
Brian took the first order from his father in years, and sat down. When the chair turned, Brian was shocked at what was sitting in it; a once large, boisterous man was now a hollow shell. His once grand shock of grey hair was gone; his suit, falling off of him.
"Dad...What...."
"Brian..I called you here to let you know I'm selling the company"
His father was always direct, but he lacked a certain tact.
"Furthermore, since you haven't given a shit about me in 10 years, and I've not cared for you even longer, don't expect anything coming to you. You're out of my will, you're out of my life..You try and worm your way into anything and I will have your balls cut off and fed to you, you understand?"
This made absolutely no sense. Why bring him down there? He could have left well enough alone, sold the company, and Brian would find out about it on his Smartphone like the rest of the World. But no..Gerald had to show his son that he had walked out on his fortune, humiliate him one last time. Brian collected himself, stood up, and began to speak, pacing as he talked..
"So let me get this straight..You send your henchmen to track me down in your best car, to your PALACE, built on shady trafficking deals..
"I only got those women here..what they do when they get here is their problem"
"And you wonder where I get it from? I was born to be a criminal..you CHOSE TO BE ONE! And let me be clear..I was doing just fine without you. Your daily business bullshit bored me to tears! If you just brought me down here to beg for forgiveness, you just wasted a tank of Gas! Besides, I'm out of the game now..I just signed with Action Wrestling..The Biggest Wrestling Company in the World..And when I reach the top, I hope to piss in your ashes because by the looks of you, you ain't got much time Old Man.."
"You've always been an ungrateful Bastard..."
"You're right..But I'm Magnificent at it.."
As he turned to leave, his father shouted at him. Grinning, Brian felt free at last. The company would not be his legacy. He could make his own way. And after his life of crime, what better way to make a living than by beating up some lowlifes and adding some class to the joint to boot? Now the only issue he had was how he would get to the airport..He had a plane to Tokyo to catch...
The question rattled through the head of this young man like a coin stuck in a vending machine. Brian Vaine could not believe he was sitting in the back of this Aston Martin, his fathers prized vehicle from a collection of dozens. As he watched the world roll by through tinted windows, his mind was clouded, not just with questions, but with memories. It had been a good 10 years since Brian had left this place behind and set out for a life of his own; away from the pressures of being heir to a massive logistical empire; away from the ennui of a privileged rich kid; away from his destiny..
The vehicle pulled up to the security gate of a massive office complex. A large sign on the lawn next to the guard shack made it abundantly clear where they were. This was the headquarters of Vaine Incorporated, one of the largest shipping and logistical outfits in the world. It was on this plot of land that Gerald Vaine started his enterprise many years ago with just a few trucks and a dream. Now, the sprawling campus featured several buildings ensconced in glass, built on land Gerald had bought as his company grew. Gone were the smokestacks, factories and foundries that had once dotted the landscape of urban Ohio. Gone were the thousands of factory jobs, replaced with lower paying clerical work. The newness of this area made Brian a bit sick to his stomach. When he was young, this was a trucking hub; and now, it was nothing more than a testament to the immense wealth of Gerald Vaine. It had never dawned on Brian before that this was the very definition of Vanity, and how the surname he shared with his father was more than just that...
As Brian exited the vehicle, impeccably dressed in a navy blue suit with a crisp white shirt, his fathers long time driver Boris closed the door behind him.
"For what its worth Brian, it is good to see you again.."
"Thank you Boris..This place has grown.."
As they walked to the main complex, Brian could not help but notice the stares of some of Geralds long time associates. The Prodigal Son had indeed returned..But for what reason? As they walked into glass revolving doors, the pair entered a vast marbled reception area where voices and the clicks of high heels echoed throughout.
"I'm here to see Gerald Vaine"
The receptionist, a pretty blond with high cheekbones and stylish glasses, looked at Brian as though he had asked for spare change.
"Is he expecting you?"
"Considering he sent for me, I would say so...I'm Brian Vaine"
Disgust was evident in her mannerisms as she called up to Geralds office. With a forced smile, she pressed a button and a glass elevator descended from a large hollow glass tube in the center of this large reception area. It opened with a hiss, and Brian stepped in. This was new too; his dad had installed his own elevator directly to his office. Brian wondered how many people had shat themselves in this elevator, because Gerald Vaine rarely took visitors from what Brian could recall, and when someone was sent to his office, even in the old days, it meant trouble. Gerald, he remembered, liked his people to do their jobs and only noticed when they had massively fucked up. In this case, he was sure this would not be a pleasant visit.
When Brian arrived, he was greeted by a penthouse style office. The walls were adorned by awards, carefully framed magazine articles, and various pieces of equipment from the early days of the business. Otherwise, the office was decorated in plush easy chairs, rich Oriental Rugs, and a general air of opulence. Yes, Gerald had done well for himself. Brian approached his fathers huge solid oak desk, and was met with the back of an expensive executive chair across from the soft easy chair placed on his side. A booming voice came from behind the gargantuan leather seat..
"Sit Down"
Brian took the first order from his father in years, and sat down. When the chair turned, Brian was shocked at what was sitting in it; a once large, boisterous man was now a hollow shell. His once grand shock of grey hair was gone; his suit, falling off of him.
"Dad...What...."
"Brian..I called you here to let you know I'm selling the company"
His father was always direct, but he lacked a certain tact.
"Furthermore, since you haven't given a shit about me in 10 years, and I've not cared for you even longer, don't expect anything coming to you. You're out of my will, you're out of my life..You try and worm your way into anything and I will have your balls cut off and fed to you, you understand?"
This made absolutely no sense. Why bring him down there? He could have left well enough alone, sold the company, and Brian would find out about it on his Smartphone like the rest of the World. But no..Gerald had to show his son that he had walked out on his fortune, humiliate him one last time. Brian collected himself, stood up, and began to speak, pacing as he talked..
"So let me get this straight..You send your henchmen to track me down in your best car, to your PALACE, built on shady trafficking deals..
"I only got those women here..what they do when they get here is their problem"
"And you wonder where I get it from? I was born to be a criminal..you CHOSE TO BE ONE! And let me be clear..I was doing just fine without you. Your daily business bullshit bored me to tears! If you just brought me down here to beg for forgiveness, you just wasted a tank of Gas! Besides, I'm out of the game now..I just signed with Action Wrestling..The Biggest Wrestling Company in the World..And when I reach the top, I hope to piss in your ashes because by the looks of you, you ain't got much time Old Man.."
"You've always been an ungrateful Bastard..."
"You're right..But I'm Magnificent at it.."
As he turned to leave, his father shouted at him. Grinning, Brian felt free at last. The company would not be his legacy. He could make his own way. And after his life of crime, what better way to make a living than by beating up some lowlifes and adding some class to the joint to boot? Now the only issue he had was how he would get to the airport..He had a plane to Tokyo to catch...