Thread: The Way I Am || Kveria/Altheras

The Way I Am Kveria Altheras The ringing of the phone broke the silence through the lavish home of Sebastien Basile De La Pons, eldest son of the multi-million dollar business magnate Jacques De La Pons. It was quite empty with the maids out for their break, and Sebastien's footsteps echoed in the spacious halls as he made his way down the stairs and toward his office, the sound silenced by the Persian chandelier rug that sat at the base of the staircase like most other things in the home, the rug was an antique that matched the very clean appearance in the mostly white and silver decor. Every now and then there was the rare splash of colour to draw the eye so one would notice the minute details he'd had installed when his father had built this house for him to look like a small Victorian manor. Sebastien himself was dressed in an impeccable pair of black pinstriped slacks and a white button-down, sans necktie for now though he did have an engagement to attend later that day that would require him to be dressed very formallyit was a company golf tournament in which Sebastien had opted not to participate this time around, but he was still expected to make an appearance as the heir to the company. He wasn't looking forward to it, but he wasn't going to refuse either he had a place in this world and he knew exactly what it was. Sebastien De La Pons, senior executive officer of Egnesse Financial and Investments speaking. His introduction was very cut and dry, humourless. It didn't matter that he wasn't working currentlyyou could never be quite sure when a business associate in another country would choose to call, and not answering with the right manner could be cause for some major losses there were people who didn't take non-professionalism very well, and Sebastien thought that having a separate business line at home was redundant. It was a bad combination that he remedied with his complete subservience to the formal and uptight manner in which he conducted his everyday life. The voice on the other end was nasally and he lowered his eyebrows a hair. This wasn't anything too important. Hello Mr. De La Pons, this is Stacy calling from the State Rehab I emailed you earlier in regards to terms of your brother Luke's release, and just wanted to give you a reminder that He stopped listening long enough to think back to the emails he'd received over the course of the last month, and he did recall downloading the paperwork that he'd faxed back only last week consenting to Luke's release on the condition that he live under Sebastien's watchful eye. The request had first been made to their father, but no doubt the man had turned it down and shoved it off on Sebastien that seemed to be the way things were going now that Sebastien had the university degree proving that he could take care of all the things that his father just frankly didn't feel like dealing with. He heaved a sigh, scrolling through the agenda on his phone and found that he in fact had set the date of pick up for today. He weighed his options, knowing that he couldn't attend both the tournament and drive out to pick up Luke in this case, and just this once, he decided to give up the tournament, sending his father a quick text to let him know that he would no longer be able to attend. Thank you, Stacy. I was well aware of the arrangements and I was on my way out when you called. I should arrive by noon. Good day. As he hung up the phone, he slapped his hand down on the desk really, how could he have forgotten? Now he had to go and make sure his driver was ready, had him get the smaller of his two limousines ready while Sebastien found himself a lavender silk tie and the suit jacket that matched his slacks. The tie brought out the bright crystal blue of his eyes, and he checked in the mirror to make sure his golden hair was smoothed down just right before leaving the house, walking straight down the front steps of the veranda and entered into the waiting limo while his chauffeur closed the door behind him. The drive gave Sebastien time to think about his younger brother who, as far as he'd been told, was attending rehab for the usage of illicit substances the blonde could see why their father would refuse to help Luke in this case. At this point, he was in the middle of a major business venture that could make or break Egnesse in the future as they made an attempt to branch out from the financial side of things and open up into the world of technology they already had some great minds working on this idea, and Sebastien understood that any unnecessary drama at this time could prove lethal to Egnesse's successful development. That was logical, from a business perspective. From a familial one, however... Sebastien had decided to do this because he was still relatively off the grid, not in the direct spotlight like his father was, and he'd felt pity for his younger brother. It must have been hard growing up the way he had, and with their mother's death he'd lost everything he'd had left. If their father were to die, Sebastien was to be cared for by an associate who was also to run Egnesse until Sebastien was fully ready to take ownership. Luke, as far as Sebastien knew, didn't have that. Besides, he hadn't seen his younger brother since the funeral and even then, they hadn't crossed paths long enough to speak to each other. He vaguely remembered them spending the seemingly short years of their childhood together before the divorce when they were split up, and though there were visitation rights on both parts, Jacques didn't want anything to do with his ex-wife or younger son and encouraged the same from Sebastien. The blonde couldn't say he understood exactly why, so he went on quietly missing his brother until the email had turned up unexpectedly and Sebastien realised that he hadn't even noticed Luke's absence lately. His perfect lips formed a deep frown. He wanted to see his brother again, even if he didn't know what kind of a person Luke had turned into. In the grand scheme of things, this was an opportunity to regain a bond they'd once had, though there was also the possibility of things going terribly awry as Murphy's Law had a tendency to prove. Before he knew it, the limo rolled to a stop at a small facility that wasn't at all what Sebastien was picturing. The door was opened for him and he slipped out elegantly, instructing the driver to wait right there for him this wouldn't take long. It was quite a challenge to him, however, to wrap his hand around the door handle, pulling the swinging glass door open to allow himself in and stepped up to the secretary, informing her of his presence and intentions. She paged the release officer and Stacy appeared in a square archway to take him to a conference room in the back. She just needed him to sign a few more things and then he could be on his way. There was an obvious knot in his stomach as he wondered what he was going to say to Luke on their reunion. There was a plethora of things he wanted to say, wanted to ask, but he held them all back as Stacy left to retrieve his younger brother. It seemed like hours, when really only minutes had ticked by when the door reopened, he stood out of habit and respect for those who had just entered.