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RE The Business Deal Donovan grimaced into the mirror removing his precious shades from his face and placed them onto the edge of the sink. His rage finally boiled over like a pot of water left onto the stove too long. The rage culminated into the angry release of his energy as he kicked at the bath tub across from the sink. He thought he felt his foot crack from the impact, but knew better. The release of that anger let him let go of a heavy breath. He looked hard into the mirror, his light golden brown eyes stared back at him through the glass. I'm in deep shit here...Deep shit. Donovan spoke aloud to the mirror hoping it was the only thing that would understand his frustration. With an angry flick of his wrist he turned the cold water on and let it pool into the basin of water. He cupped it with his hands and splashed it into his face a few times letting the excess run down his thin cheeks and downwardly curved nose. He grabbed the towel from the rack and wiped his face off. With deep breath he walked down the stairs and met up with his Mother and his Uncle. His mother refused to look at him. At this point he couldn't blame her he did slam his car into a public building after all, any mother would be disappointed with their son if something like that happened he thought. He just hoped she would come around and come to her senses quickly and call off this nonsense. Uncle J shook everyone's hand. His hands thickness made it appear as if he was engulfing each of person in his grasp. Good evening everyone I'm Johnny, you can call me J everyone does. And this is my Sister in law Evelyn. I'm sorry to say that Dean is in the hospital and will not be able to be here tonight. He offers his thanks and he wishes to meet all of you very soon. Evelyn kept her dignified yet stern look trained onto Annette seeming to look her over in that old fashioned movie star way. And why not Donovan thought, she had been an actress...once. Before she met his father. He always thought his mom looked like Marilyn Monroe just thinner and with fiery red hair like his. Why did he have that thought? Probably because he refused to speak or acknowledge anyone in the group. He did make sure to get a good look at his Bride to be. She was cute he thought, nothing that would hold his interest for very long though. And just the notion that he was forced to interact with her like this was a huge turn off for him. He thought on that for a minuet though, if he saw her in a club downtown he would probably hit on her. And then get slapped in the face after about an hour of solid conversation. That or, he would be out all day with her doing...Well doing God knows what, but it would have been fun. He always felt like he was playing roulette with girls, he just...Didn't understand why that was. The Grown ups were talking non stop for a long time. The group of them sat in the living room of the mansion. Wine glasses were filled for everyone who wanted one. At least it gave Donovan to look at as he sloshed the deep red liquid around releasing sigh after silent sigh. He was bored, and trying desperately for to get everyone to notice. His mother kicked his leg to get him to shut up. As the butler of the house came over and declared that dinner was ready, everyone arose and made their way to the dinning room. She's rather cute don't you think? Uncle J asked of Donovan placing one of his huge mitts onto his shoulder guiding him towards the huge table set up. He sat down in his seat, and took the napkin quickly into his hand and placed it onto his lap. And then it happened, she finally spoke and not only that she asked him a question. Now he was obligated to speak up. Nice to meet'cha I'm Donovan Blake Fines. He knew she was asking him out of curtsey, after all the stunts he pulled over the years with everything from flashing his money, running with loose women and ramming cars into buildings it was rare to find someone who didn't know who he was. He realized that the social contract was now in full effect so he had to continue. So..Uh..Annette...What do you do? He raised his hands and shrugged his shoulders unsure of what to ask considering he couldn't really care less