07-20-2023, 04:06 PM
His wallet blinked a message from his father. Dorian stared at the flashing light for a good hour while he sipped at the red wine he'd pulled from his wine cooler. He'd have to see what was available in Madrid and have it shipped here. Cruz didn't need to keep all the fine wine if he wasn't even going to be there. And his father wouldn't miss it.
He sighed and hit the play button.
"Dorian, We have to talk. It's about Cruz. I'll be in Moscow this Thursday. I will have my people arrange a meeting. Be there."
For once he wasn't pissed at him. Which made him smile, but that it was about Cruz could only mean that he'd noticed his sons sorta rebellion. Gone was the day of the good kid who always did what granddad wanted. He was showing his spine -- something Nox had taught him. Something Cruz disparately had needed, but his grandfather was not a man who would go gently into the night any time soon and he still had his obligations. Obligations Dorian knew should have been his, but he hadn't wanted them. Cruz did. He had actual plans for Jivana. But right now he needed a break from it all. It was time his grandfather let go.
But he wouldn't do that well either.
Two days later Emilio Vega arrived in Moscow. The Jivana branch had all but threw a party when he arrived. The small office was the center of several noise complaints. But that was mostly due to the helicopter landing on the roof where there was no helipad. Spoiled brats ran in the family.
Dorian found himself dressed in his best suit, the light gray one with the dark grey shirt and gold cuff links. Ana had it sent over when she learned of their impending meeting with the senior Vega. Apparently her and Christian were also invited to the Apex Lounge for this meeting -- that meant he was serious.
This was serious. Though Dorian couldn't help but smirking. Like father like son. It hadn't been much earlier when he'd started the open rebellion against his father. When he found the the ring and the Atharim. Dorian only prayed Cruz didn't fall so far.
He sighed and hit the play button.
"Dorian, We have to talk. It's about Cruz. I'll be in Moscow this Thursday. I will have my people arrange a meeting. Be there."
For once he wasn't pissed at him. Which made him smile, but that it was about Cruz could only mean that he'd noticed his sons sorta rebellion. Gone was the day of the good kid who always did what granddad wanted. He was showing his spine -- something Nox had taught him. Something Cruz disparately had needed, but his grandfather was not a man who would go gently into the night any time soon and he still had his obligations. Obligations Dorian knew should have been his, but he hadn't wanted them. Cruz did. He had actual plans for Jivana. But right now he needed a break from it all. It was time his grandfather let go.
But he wouldn't do that well either.
Two days later Emilio Vega arrived in Moscow. The Jivana branch had all but threw a party when he arrived. The small office was the center of several noise complaints. But that was mostly due to the helicopter landing on the roof where there was no helipad. Spoiled brats ran in the family.
Dorian found himself dressed in his best suit, the light gray one with the dark grey shirt and gold cuff links. Ana had it sent over when she learned of their impending meeting with the senior Vega. Apparently her and Christian were also invited to the Apex Lounge for this meeting -- that meant he was serious.
This was serious. Though Dorian couldn't help but smirking. Like father like son. It hadn't been much earlier when he'd started the open rebellion against his father. When he found the the ring and the Atharim. Dorian only prayed Cruz didn't fall so far.