A Rainbow in Your Eyes

Chapter 9

Brian infused his voice will every bit of the disdain he felt for the man in front of him, but not for a moment, did he let him see the fury raging through him. Instead, he kept his body language to that of contempt and arrogance, knowing how it will irritate and anger Allan by laying back against his desk, long legs stretched out in a relaxed stance.

Up to now, all their business dealings had been done through lawyers, but today was the last signing. And he had wanted Allan to know who it was that was taking everything from him, the business he had built but also the very fabric of his being. He wanted him to know the shame that he had made a young fifteen-year-old felt.

Anger immediately flooded Allan’s eyes at being addressed in such a fashion. It was not so long ago that people had deferred to him and now he was addressed as less than, it clearly rankled. His anger made Brian smile in satisfaction all the more. Allan glanced around the room, even in his anger, he could barely mask his interest in his surroundings.

Brian knew what the man would see. A Business office that was also made for small casual meetings but mostly ready for hard work. The area where Brian was standing was right next to a full floor to ceiling, wall to wall window of unbreakable glass followed by a large bookcase where Brian kept his whiskey and brandy for those late nights that he spent working and then the comfortable desk chair and a large worktable. Where Allan was a small coffee table and a three single seating couches in dark brown earth tones stood. The rest of the office was sparsely, but tastefully decorated.

In a sudden, unexpected move, Brian picked up the newspaper behind him and tossed it on to the small coffee table, a small way from where Allan stood. Allan followed the movement, to lock his gaze on the front page, Son of ex-millionaire and mogul to usurp company. His eyes narrowing into slits before jerking them back up to look at Brian.

“You are no son of mine!”

Brian smirked, before leisurely pushing himself away from the desk and holding out his hand for a handshake as if it was the most naturally thing in the world to do. Internally, he smiled, he had clearly hit a nerve.

Acting as if Allan hadn’t said anything, Brian spoke, being to pick up the newspaper, and examining the front page with a raised eyebrow. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”

“Way to beautiful for one like you!”

Allan spoke as if he owned Irielle and Brian could feel the disgust sour his stomach, but he showed no traces of it as he spoke again.

“Such a shame that she seems to have gone missing after her mother’s death.”

Although Brian exuded a relaxed attitude as he took a casual seat on one of the couches next to the coffee table, he’s eyes did not miss a second of any movements Allan made. It finally seemed to down on Allan that he was like a cat playing with his mouse, and when that finally registered in Alle’s eyes, Brian could feel the satisfaction soaring through him.

“Where my daughter is, is none of your business! I’m not here for your games! I came because my lawyer said it’s the only way to get this done. If you are quite finished, I would leave rather than treated like this!”

It was however the wrong thing to say. In moments, Brian was in front of Allan, holding him by his short, pulling him forward. His tall form and broad shoulders towered over the other.

“Easy.” The whispered words came softly from his friend, Gus, where he still stood as security for Brian.

Brian moved his shoulders only slightly to show he had heard his friend, before spitting the words on his mind. “Where the hell is she you piece of s**t?!” He punctuated the words with a shake of the smaller man. A hint of fear seemed to slip in the other’s face when he didn’t respond, and Brian shook him harder.

“I don’t know.” The words came out as a gasp.

A calm hand on Brian’s arm from Gus, made him relax and step back, seemingly dusting himself from imagined dirt as he stepped back and moved back to the window, his back still to the other. He trusted Gus to protect him should Allan make any stupid moves, but he didn’t think the other had it in him. Instead, he himself needed a moment to calm down. He almost slipped there; he couldn’t show Allan his plans. He would break the man to the very last if it came to it, even if it meant using his daughter in the process.

Finally, when he had his emotions again under control, he turned around. A small movement of his head to Gus was all the communication the other needed to slip out the room. Allan noticed it immediately and turned to Brian with narrowed eyes.

“Where is your man going?” His tone making it clear he would not be ignored.

“It is of no consequence to you.” Brian forced himself to infuse his voice with calm and disregard as he stepped back to the same couch he had sat on earlier. Gesturing to the other for Allan to take a seat. “Enough about family, we have business to attend to.”

Allan looked at Brian through narrowed eyes as if not entirely sure if he could trust him, but he was a businessman through and through and when Brian continued to talk about the contract, his attention finally shifted.

There wasn’t much for the two men to cover as the lawyers had already discussed it all and the only thing that was left was to sign. Pushing the other’s hand away, Allan grabbed a pen from his pocket before starting to sign the papers in front of him.

Brian had shifted back in his seat, stretching his legs out once again, he watched as the furious man went through the required motions. His thoughts though were very far from his office. He and Gus had spoken about every moment of the meeting previously, and except for his small slip, he knew his friend had left the room to investigate the disappearance of Irielle in person as per their agreement. He wanted the daughter and he always got what he wanted!

Allan’s voice pulled him back out of his thoughts when the other thrust himself to his feet. “It’s f*****g done, Bastard! You now own everything of mine!”

The anger which had just started to cool, burst forth once more. “No need to try and educate me about my history, I know exactly the history of my birth, more so than you. Now as I own everything, kindly provide me the keys to the Lamborghini you drove this way, seeing it use to be owned by your company and is now mine.”

The last was said just to piss the other off, but he couldn’t help the feeling of satisfaction when the other tossed the keys on the table in aggravation and stormed from the room without a further word.

“You’ve made an enemy there, my friend.” Gus entered before the door could close.

Shrugging nonchalantly, Brian stalked over to his cabinet and pored a large tumbler of whiskey which he downed in one gulp, before poring another and offering the bottle to his friend. Gus made a movement with his hand to decline, he never drank while on duty. Brian plonked the bottle down before moving over to look out the window.

“We were enemies from the day we met. Did you find her?”