Come to Me?

Yang Group, CEO Office.

Dylan Yang sat at his desk. His brows furrowed with concentration as he read over the pile of contracts splayed in front of him. He leaned back in the large leather chair and lit a slim black cigarette.

As he inhaled the intoxicating nicotine and felt the tingle rush through his hands; lifting away the stress, his mind began to wander.

He thought about his brother. Liam was indeed very smart and business savvy and Dylan knew him well, or at least he thought he did.

When they were children, they would often play as opponents, be it chess, tennis, checkers or cards. At times Liam would win, but more than often Dylan would come out on top.

Liam had never expressed any major animosity against Dylan. Occasionally they would have a small disagreement, but they would resolve the issue fairly quickly and come to see eye to eye.