First Sight

[leveraged_buyout]

Lucien Moreau wasn't in town often, and that was the way Damien liked it. The less he saw the man who sired him the better, and even when the household was full of his spies who undoubtedly reported every little detail back to the old geezer, at least Damien didn't have to see him.

But if old Moreau arrived back on an early flight and summoned for his presence, as much as Damien didn't want to, he obeyed those summons. It didn't matter that he was still abed when the butler delivered them 15 minutes ago, his father demanded to see him and Damien obeyed.

It was only down the hall and into Moreau senior's private studies, but it still felt like it was going into another world. Damien's loafers clicked loudly on the tiles as he walked down the long hall of the west wing, the original section of the mansion that he normally avoided altogether. This was the old man's wing, a part of the ancient mansion that was inherited down generations, unlike the newer east and south wings which were added only shortly before Damien was born.

Dressed up presentably in a three piece suit, hair quickly slicked back to battle the his bedhead, Damien knocked on the large study doors and waited to be admitted. He covered his yawn with a fist as he waited, mind still blanked by the early morning to ponder the reason for the meeting.

Comments

[a_very_distinctive]

Eliot's already in 'uniform' for this first meeting with his soon to be protectee and nominal boss, and even though Daddy cuts the checks he figures the man he's working for is the man he's gonna be running household protection for, trailing round after pretty much twenty-four/seven, and taking most of his day to day orders from. Which might mean this is a pretty short-term gig, but he's willing to take his chances for a job that reads like it was custom-tailored to his personal skill set.

So at the knock he straightens his jacket--and damn, the suit and the haircut and the god damn loafers came close to being a deal-breaker, but he'll cope--and turns to face the door, even as Moreau Sr. puts down the house schematics Eliot had sketched his security requirements out on and calls a clearly irritable, "Come!" in its general direction.

[a_very_distinctive]

"What d'you mean, you'll take the car an' we can go back without you?" Eliot asks, eyebrows creeping up to his entirely too short hair. He's got his back carefully turned to the rest of the security detail and his voice lowered so they won't hear him clearly implying that the boss is a fucking dumbass. "How 'bout no." And it's very much not a question. "'Cause there's this little detail where I can't fuckin' protect you if I can't see you."