OLIVER BRIX

Oliver Brix set down his half-eaten French toast and hurried to the bathroom. The receptionist had just made a call; at first, he was worried that he had extended his stay and they demanded he start packing, but quickly dismissed the thought as he was not paying out of his pocket. His boss was, and has been for the past few weeks. With that issue settled, he was pleasantly surprised that Jacob; the person he had come here for in the first place, had appeared and was requesting an audience!

"Phew! I can finally be done with this task. The pay is gonna allow me my due vacation...a long one at that!" He hummed, getting out of his royal blue, silk bathrobe and opened the white cabinets.

He walked up to the mirror and marvelled at his slightly toned physique. Staring back at him was a smiling blond with gray eyes that fogged up with mystery. Oliver rubbed at his jaw, feeling the stubble that graced his chin. He picked up some gel and proceeded to slick back his hair.

"Heh! Look at you, handsome and all while in your late thirties! I still got my game on for them ladies," striking a pose, Oliver buttered himself up with more praises.

He slid into a pair of slim fit grey pants, wrapping a brown belt, the man checked himself out once again. He looked exquisite, especially his backside, the fabric intimately embraced those plump, well-shaped juicy... Moving on, he draped a sky blue shirt and tucked them into his pants; leaving the top buttons open.

"Alright, let's go crack this nut!" He slapped a black watch onto his wrist; it had red accents for an aesthetic feel.

Touching up on his hair once more, Oliver fixed a pair of black dress shoes and left his suite to fetch his client. While in the elevator, he adjusted his posture, his overall atmosphere switching to a more professional one, his eyes hardened as he prepared himself for the meetup.

Once on the ground level, Oliver made a beeline for the reception area, heads were turning and he knew it! Sticking out his chin, he made his way towards the lady with blue eyes behind the polished desk, a confident bounce in his stride.

"Well hello there beautiful," Oliver smoothed out the sleeves of his shirt once before the beautiful staff.

Sarah slightly reddened in response. The man got into small talk with the younger woman, showering her with pleasantries before he got to the point.

"Say, I got a call earlier, something about a person am supposed to meet? Now where is he?" Oliver looked around the hall bustling with people, trying to identify his client.

"Ah! You mean Jacob?" Her tone changed, now having a dash of disdain as she talked about the man.

Oliver noticed this and raised an eyebrow. Was she acquainted with his clientele? He could sense the animosity even though the young receptionist tried to mask it.

"Oh? You know of him?" The Lawyer pressed on, wanting to get a head start on what type of man he was about to deal with.

Before coming here, he had originally rejected the request as he was offered little to no detail on what he was getting himself into. With only a name and a general area to work with, it was a wild goose chase. I mean, that name was as common as stones! But! When the reward was increased, he became willing to set on this adventure; even while blindfolded!

The initial pay was forty grand- which he had set for himself- it was straight up bullshit to deter his employer. Normally, this kind of work would have cost around fifteen thousand dollars, as it was just passing on a heritage; but going in with nothing but a name? Oliver randomly pumped the price to scare away his customer but NO! The old man did not back of, instead, he pressed on and promised an amount so unexpected that Oliver pounced on it instantly, fearing he might withdraw his claim.

It was 140k! With a deposit of the 40 thousand he had suggested first. Just like that. Money that exceeded an annual salary was awaiting his triumph return. Oliver would gladly count the scales of a Burmese Python for that amount, leave alone searching for a man in a city that his mother had died in over a decade ago!

So yes, he had found him, but was clueless on what type of man he was. And this here receptionist seemed to have had history with him.

"Yes, I know of him! The guy is delusional! I apologize Mr. Brix, for the inconvenience we have subjected you to. A delusional bum could not have possibly be acquainted with a man such as yourself," Sarah tried to win some brownie points for herself while of course, dragging Jacob through the mud.

"Is that so?" Oliver massaged his stubble as he feigned being in deep thought over what the blue-eyed lady had just spouted. Did he believe her? Of course not. This was just a petty grudge towards his client.

Over the years, he had come across a handful of such people, blinded by whatever cheap hate they harbored so as to result to false confessions against his defendants in court. Oh well, it wouldn't hurt to entertain the young woman, he might as well score himself some points and maybe have a smoother time in convincing her to get under his sheets later today. Oh, he could already taste her.

Oliver licked his lips as he probed her tp continue,"Tell me more, we can grab a snack later eve-"

"How ironic for a Lawyer, to try and solve a puzzle while I have the pieces?"

It was sudden, and it caught Oliver off guard! The sonorous voice came from behind him. It sounded like that of his employer, deep and calm, never rising even while asking a question. He stiffened and slowly turned, his mind racing, trying to come up with solutions for mistakes he had not made.

He let out a breath he hadn't realized he was withholding. He did not know why the thought of meeting his employer this suddenly would be as nerve wracking, but,the old man had an imposing aura and he for one, would not want to rub him up the wrong way.

Taking a moment to calm down, he studied the new entry. Before him was a man, possibly of similar height to his own, brown-skinned and wore his hair into a man bun. He was causally dressed, spotting on a deep blue Polo shirt that hung off his shoulders like a curtain- with brown sweatpants and unbranded white shoes.

His gaze was unwavering, maintaining eye contact as if not at all bothered by the difference in class, and how out of place he was in this grand hall. He did not even flinch under the intense gaze of Sarah.

"Oliver Brix I presume?" The man outstretched his hand and the Lawyer instinctively took it in a firm handshake. The young man just commanded respect without even trying.

"Ye...yEs!" Oliver cleared his throat,"Mr. Voss?A pleasure to finally meet you Jacob," Oliver put on his professional smile, this was totally unexpected, he was quite at a different league for someone in his twenties.

"Yes, Talbot Voss," Jacob corrected and continued, nodding in greeting,"the pleasure is all mine, Mr. Brix."

The two men stared each other down, gauging the amount of respect, worth and standard to place on the one before them. And when it seemed this stalemate would drag on for an eternity, Oliver broke the handshake and smiled.

"Well then sir, would it be alright to take you to the top floors and get right to the bottom of why I called you here?" The Lawyer suggested. "We do have a LOT of papers to work through," Oliver sighed, this is going to be a pretty long day.

Jacob nodded and Brix started to walk towards the elevators and without sparing a glance to the dumbstruck receptionist, Talbot Voss followed his Lawyer.Once in the lift, he struck a conversation.

"You have bad taste in women, Mr. Brix," he declared

Oliver's shoulders loosened, at least his client wouldn't be overly serious throughout the whole ordeal. A flexible man is a better option than a stuck-up client that he had previously thought he was.

"Haa~ You tell me. Bad blood between you two?" Oliver leaned on the railings and turned to face his clientele. They currently were the only ones in the elevator.

"I haven't the slightest clue for whatever reason she lashes out the way she does. Poor customer service in her own domain," he rubbed his temples for emphasis.

"Hehee~ the tables are surely about to turn," Oliver smiled, letting his words hung in the air for the suspense of it.

As they climbed, the Lawyer began to fantasize on the many ways he was going to spend the hundred thousand dollars he was surely going to receive. He was planning on staying on this island for a couple of days, or even weeks before he returned to the states.

As they neared the 40th floor, Oliver cleared his mind and prepared for the task ahead, as this was a unique inheritance, the task ahead would indubitably be laborious. He just hoped his customer would be easy to handle.