Geo

Geo threw the fortune 500 magazine with his face on the glossy cover onto his glass table by the chocolate brown leather sofa inside of his Large office. He was the man of the hour. The businessman of all businessmen according to the world. Man of the year. Most innovative and self-made.

All the buzz words they were using in conjunction with him was becoming ridiculous. He was just a hard-working man who was born into a family that had gained their wealth through illegal means.Because of his father's lengthy ties to organized crime, he got very little recognition for his legitimate business acumen. It felt like as soon as his father handed him the mantle the media couldn't get enough of him and his high moral principles and ideals, considering his ilk. It also didn't hurt that he was intelligent, street smart, and gorgeous.

The untypical, business tycoon bachelor. He had had enough of all of this fake hero worship. He hadn't wanted nor expected his father to give him the family company. When it had happened Geo had been working for a small architecture firm in advertising a few thousand miles away. Running this massive company was a huge weight on his shoulders.

His father refused to acknowledge that when he had handed it over to him the I.R.S., as well as the Feds were breathing down their necks. He had to immediately purge the company and shred the files within the first 48 hours of him taking the helm. He had fired the employees he knew were doing not so legal things for the company. He closed down their money laundering department, as well as their brothels and Massage parlors. He donated those funds to charities and with his trust fund, he invested into the family business.

Within six months he had made his father's legacy 100% legitimate. He was doing it by sheer will power and street smarts. He was getting better at it day-by-day. It had only been a year and a half. Since that time, he had to keep his business and personal reputation sterling. It was becoming harder and harder to maintain.

He needed a break. He wanted to go somewhere far away with a beach with no people. Just him with a beautiful woman and a cold beer. He knew that wasn’t a possibility. He had multiple deals on the table at the moment, not to mention his love life was non-existent.

He didn't have the time to meet women outside of work. He refused to date anyone within his company, even though there were one or two ladies who still tried to catch his attention. The gold and mahogany intercom that sat on the corner of his desk buzzed. It was his receptionist.

“Sir, Mr. James is here to see you.”

He pressed the button and spoke. “Thank you, Sherry. Please send him in.”

“Yes, Sir.”

A Few seconds later, Geo’s best friend Ronny James came strolling through the door. 

“What’s up?” 

“Nothing much. Just checking in with my bro and it looks like I came just in time to save you from the drudgery that is work.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“That means you need to go out and have a good time. Go get laid.”

Geo chuckled at that. 

Ronny joined him.

“C’mon man, for the past three years, you’ve been working your ass off for this company," Ronny continued. "Every time I invite your ass out you refuse or you're out of town working."

“Again, what's wrong with that? I was and am working. Running a multi-million dollar company. Something you should be doing.”

“I’m rich. My company runs itself, thank you very much,” Ronny replied.

Geo was becoming annoyed with his friend's sarcastic, flippant, attitude, and his statements about his love life. It was a sore spot.

“What the hell do you want me to do about it!” he barked. 

He had felt bad for doing it the moment his voice was raised. That was until he saw Ronny’s smirk. He wondered what his old school friend was up to.

Ronny spoke then, “Don't be mad, but I took matters into my own hands and put an ad out in the paper...for you.”