An Alliance?

Liam Yang faced the city view, with crossed arms. His finger tapping impatiently on his arm as he waited for Dylan to clean up his mess.

The young secretary hastily grabbed her clothes from under the desk after Dylan untied her and rushed away to the bathroom to get dressed.

Dylan joined Liam by the window and offered a slim French cigarette.

"No thanks."

Liam's eyes scanned over the rows of buildings beyond, standing like an army of mirrored opportunities, waiting to be conquered.

"Have you ever considered expanding?" he suggested with a pensive look.

Dylan took a drag of the cigarette, "Why? We already have hands in every company."

Liam nodded, and raked his soft dark hair. "What about an alliance with another company... is it possible?"

Dylan raised an eyebrow, "An alliance? Are you speaking about work or marriage?"

The two men inhaled sharply and paused as the secretary, waddled clumsily out of the office, buttoning up her shirt and adjusting her messy hair.