Lucas

"I am almost there" Damien ends the call and focuses once more on driving, the face cap he had on earlier was now in the backseat and his face was revealed now.

He had a face close to what he called perfection, he had small eyes, one that could hardly be seen when he laughed really hard but it had been long since he had such laughter so that didn't happen regularly, he had a pointed nose that trailed down to small, pinkish lips, his hair was jet black but his hair never maintained one color for too long, he usually dyed it different colors when he felt like.

He would definitely not call himself someone crazy about fashion but he always made it a point to dress well, his clothes were of high quality, that was sure after all his company was the biggest in the whole of the city.... Winston's Corporations.

He parked the car in the car park of the company, stepped out of his car and proceeded to his office with a briefcase in his right hand.

He got into the company with fast but still yet calm steps. The place went silent as everyone hurried up with their job and tried to seem busy even if they were not.

He got into his office and settled himself down into his seat.

"Good morning and Welcome boss" his personal assistant greeted him, it was a male and he was almost always with his boss.

"Get me a cup of coffee" Damien requested without giving a response to the greeting of his personal assistant. Derek, was used to it however and hurried out of the office to get what his boss wanted.

Damien Winston, 28, CEO of Winston Corporations, he came from the biggest family in city and was popular amongst girls, one of the reasons why there was always a face cap in his car.

He was the no 1 bachelor of the city, every girl wanted him, a lot of them came to Winston's Corporations to work because of him.

He picked up a file and ran his eyes through it, his brows furrowed, an evidence that he was not satisfied with the document.

Derek walked in just right then and placed the cup of coffee on the table.

"What's this?" Damien asked, pushing the file to Derek.

Derek pressed his lips into a thin line, knowing that he was displeased already.

He opened the file.

"It is the contract we prepared for the partnership between we and Tustin Corporations" he replied.

"Derek... You prepared a contract and it already has two visible typographical errors and what is with the third clause?" He asked and Derek quickly glanced at the third clause but could find nothing wrong with it.

"I... I can't seem to find out what is wrong with it" he mumbled.

"Leave with it, only come back when you have figured out what is wrong with it" he dismissed Derek.

"Yes sir" Derek replied and walked out of the office, still trying to figure out what was wrong with the third clause.

Damien sighed softly and shook his head before taking a sip of his coffee and burying himself in his laptop.

"Hello brother!" He heard a loud and annoying voice.

Damien groaned and reluctantly raised his head up to see the guy who had called out to him, Lucas Winston, his elder brother. 

"Lucas" he called.

"You should at least give a little bit of respect" Lucas said to him, taking the seat.

"As you can see, I am busy and I do not want to get involved in any chit chat with you" he diverted his attention back to the laptop but Lucas pulled the laptop away from him.

"I am here to congratulate you on your upcoming wedding" Lucas gave him a shrewd smile.

"Thank you brother. You should also settle down soon else you are going to die on top of a lady soon" he replied.

"Thanks for your concern little brother" Lucas replied with a fake smile and then leaned back into the chair he was seated on, his eyes roamed around the room with a soft smile.

"This place would be mine very soon" Lucas declared.

"Enough of your fantasies, Lucas" 

"Oh, that is what you think they are? Fantasies? I bet you'd be surprised to see those fantasies come true then" Lucas moved closer to where Damien was seated.

Damien only gave a fake smile in response.

"I think you should be acting on those fantasies now or it is never going to come true" he added.

"I am already acting on them, I am going to take away everything from you, everything you have ever owned, be careful, I might take away your wife" he smirked at Damien.

"Lucas, you have always been the loser. At home, when we were little, you were a loser, at academics, you were the loser, sports? You were the loser and now business, you are still the loser. Learn to be comfortable with being the loser, maybe that way you would be able to become the winner of losers"

Lucas gritted his teeth and grabbed the collars of Damien who did not even move a muscle.

"One day, you will grovel on the floor in front of me, regretting that you ever said all of those shitty words!" Lucas let go of his collar and stormed out of the office.

Damien adjusted his collars and looked towards the door through which Lucas had just exited.

He gave his eyes a small roll and moved back to get working but his phone rang.

He groaned and regretted not turning off his phone earlier.

He picked the phone, the caller was his mum.

He picked the call and placed it on speaker.

"Hello mum"

"Hey son" 

"I am at work mum, what do you want to tell me?" He asked, his tone quite impatient.

"Remember that you have to go visiting the Hillards tomorrow morning and have your first meeting with your future wife"

"I know mum even though you know how much I hate it to get married, especially to someone I have never seen"

"This is all for the company, you should know that"

"That is the only reason I am doing this"

"Loosen up when you go over there tomorrow and ensure that you get them a gift or two" 

"Sure" he ended the call and immediately turned removed his private sim from the phone, dropping the sim on the table and finally being able to concentrate on his job or maybe he still was not able to focus completely, not when he had a fake marriage on the way.