Five in the morning sharp.
The sky was still black from the night, the moon still hung in the air, the wind was cutting and cold - grass crisp with a developing sheet of ice atop it. Winter, the dead middle of it. Chilling temperatures were supposed to be expected as the coldest part of the season was supposed to drift over the next week, thankfully, he wouldn't be there to enjoy the horrid weather.
Thomas Haggered adjusted his dark blue suit's coat, his white shirt beneath it was dressed with a stunning, shimmery black tie that tucked into a matching blue waist coat, his clothing was fitting though not overly tight. The thirty five year old fellow adjusted his sleeve to look at his golden wrist watch, seated in the back of a cabbie, headed towards the private jet landed on private property - his own isolated land in which he indulged himself, he hadn't been able to in quite the span of time, though, so the isolated cabin home was rather dusty. He often had private jets fly in there, having had a professional landing placed - he doubted it was legal, though he knew enough corrupt people who owed him favors, no doubt he was given what he desired.
Thomas had ordered his dainty little intern to wait there for him, his secretary had given the intern all the information and materials he would need, having given him some means of training in the past week in order to keep up tabs on the CEO of the industry. The drive was only twenty minutes. By the time of his arrival, the private jet was already landing, the tall gentleman stepped outside of the cabbie, paying the man a handsome tip as he headed up the road towards the home, brief case in hand and suit case in the other. He saw the intern and the secretary standing there by the door, "about time, sir." The secretary called, her long, thick black hair bouncing in luscious curls, her green eyes fixated on him with a lack of appreciation for his subtle tardiness, "pardon me, though I did say I would be here before five thirty." She turned her head away, sharp cheekbones and a defined facial structure made her beautiful yet oddly ugly at the same time. "Well, nevertheless, you had us waiting in the cold, hurry and get on your way. You'll be stopped in four destinations before arriving there, I made a deal with the possible partner - allowing you to be able to stop in four destinations to check out your other industries." They were global. "Ah, thank you, darling, how long of a time are we allotted?" He rose a dark, thick brow, "roughly a week in each destination, each flight will vary from one to three days." He nodded his head, "the pilot has it all mapped out to ensure you get to each destination in the quickest manner. Be safe," she gave his upper back a firm pat before gesturing for them to head on their way. "I'll ensure I come back, no need to fret." He shot a wink and a charming smile before gesturing for the petit intern to follow him into the jet - the door was open and the stairs down.
Once the two were in, their luggage taken, the door was closed and they were welcomed with quite the scene. "Right this way," the pilot gestured for the two to follow him down a slight corridor, passing two doors until walking into an open space. From the doorway, to their left were two comfortable chairs and a table, to their right - a full sized bed with a television on the wall. It was nice, certainly not like others he'd seen, though he knew that the partner he was interested in had modest tastes an reserved their money well - never spending more than need be. "Our first destination is France, please enjoy the wine and champagne provided and the treats in the miniature fridge behind the farthest dining seat." With the bow of their head, the pilot turned and headed to join his accompanying pilot, leaving the two to themselves.
Thomas moved and took off his black, leather shoes, setting them aside before sitting on the nicely dressed bed - this was the third time he'd seen the intern. The first time was their interview, the second was when they met and Thomas gave him his acceptance, and the third - the third was right now. "Hello again, please go and grab a bottle of wine," Thomas waved for the intern to move, he hadn't even remembered the boy's name, though one thing he remembered - was how small and easy to overpower he was. Easy pickings.
Private Jet.
The air was cold as his breath came out in little white clouds as he stood waiting next to the secretary waiting for the boss. She had given him a quick update on their arrival at the meeting point, but after that no words were shared. The twenty-two year old looked up as the cab drove up to the house and the boss got out. The boss looked absolutely perfect, even this early in the morning. Though Leviathan had made it a big priority to look good as well. He wore burgundy pants, with a plaided jacket on top and a light grey button up underneath. Around his neck hung a shimmering tie that changed from brown to green depending on the light. His strawberry blond hair was combed, yet as always slightly messy from its own nature. He listened to the conversation between the female and the boss, slightly taken aback by how the secretary dared to reprimand the boss on his late arrival. His eyes had traveled over the boss that he saw now for the third time ever, and once again he was swept by the good looks of the other. Levi had from a young age on known he was not interested in girls, like most boys were. Yet this was his boss, so he pushed any unprofessional thoughts away as he was motioned to go into the plane.