Thread: Part of Growing Up... (Lemon  and Count)

Alexander Heilblum was a single father with many preoccupations and many needs. Raising two beautiful young girls was a hard job, especially when they had both coincided in their teenage years, now there's a roller-coaster ride. Luckily for him, he and his eldest daughter, now 21, had talked things out on previous, intimate occasions, and she had agreed to help him with his youngest daughter, currently 16, through hard times. It just so happened that Alexander was head CEO of Heilblum Corporations, a large business dedicated to investigating and innovating technology on many fields. Due to the current economic crisis, Alexander's business had become extra tight, no one wanted to spend money on luxurious research when people were starting to lose their jobs and other big businesses were on the line. In Alex's point of view, it was exactly the opposite of what they should do, but these old conservative folks were seemed to be extra stubborn and stupid, so he was trying to make as much lobby as possible to keep things rolling. So far, he had been doing okay, considering some big problems here and there in the past couple of years, so he had become somewhat stressed. His eldest daughter had began to realize this when she went to college, starting to read and get 'the big picture' of what was going on in the world. She and Alex had grown very close as of recently, perhaps a little too close. Because of his work, he had become some what more absorbed than usual, making his presence around the house evidently lower. He had overseen the problems that his youngest daughter had began to form, some of her hormonal shifts, wishes and desires. Truth be told, Alexander was too worried about trying to keep people he cared for from losing their well earned jobs, he had good people, he made sure of that, but the banks weren't dropping any money, and some small governments were starting to be behind on their pay. It was time to do crazy things, such as aim for new markets, globalize even further, or just simply start suing. He didn't want to get to the last part though, it wasn't just within his personality. Being a man of intellect and sociability all of his life, he had a complete vision of what man needed to be 'happy'. This was the direct connection between his cosmo-vision and his parenting, which was a mix of strict grade making and careful, loving correcting. He would get stern and 'mean' in desperate times, usually when his girls would opt for spoiled brat maneuvers, and help them through their troubles in an understanding sort of way. Of course, being an only father was tough, their mother and his wife had passed away when the smallest child was barely 9 or 8, he had to take care of them ever since. Because of this, there were special rituals or treatments, report card day was usually a special day in the family, they would go out to dinner, and depending on the grades the girls would either get scolded or be praised. His oldest girl had dropped out of that little game when she entered college, but his youngest was still in it. Thus, today was a special day. As he had put in his agenda, today was report card day for his youngest girl. He had made it so that this night, and if things went right, this entire weekend would be just for his girls, he was starting to miss them. Alexander opened the door to his large beautiful well maintained home. As the girls had grown older, they had started to add dabs and specks of feminine to it, now the house was a pretty normal place, except for his study room, that was a mess entirely of his own. He opened the door to his home to smell a nice clean surrounding, he smiled, as he hung his work jacket next to the entrance. He called out to them, placing his keys into his pocket, and closing the door with a light push from his other hand, Girls... I'm home! Alexander Heilblum was a tall and handsome man. He was nearing the age of 43 years, being a father at the early age of 22 when he just graduated early from college with his, at that time girlfriend, and after, passed away wife. He was also known for his classy style, now wearing a white classy shirt, with a tie of different thickness stripes and colors mixing dark greys and blues. He wore a dark gray pair of slacks and black leather shoes. All his suits had been custom tailored, meaning they fit him with a women-stunning perfection, or so he had been told. Even though for his age, he kept his body fit and muscular. He exercised regularly, daily if he could. He had a rich peach skin complexion and a pair of tender dark blue eyes. He kept his dark brown hair short and always well combed, and his facial hair under control. He stepped onto one of the living rooms of the house, saying out into his home, with his low toned tired voice, Girls... I'm home. It had been a hard days work.