It was early when Zeke heard the knocking at his door. He groaned, rolling over in his bed, "Go away!"
The knocking happened again, persistent that he would awake and get to work on his life today. He let out what sounded as a growl as he ripped the expensive, fine silk bed set away from him, moving to the door of his massive bedroom in three easy steps, throwing it open, "What the hell do you want at this ungodly hour?!" He screamed in the butler's face, ready to strangle the old bastard for disturbing him.
But the butler was used to this, it was an almost every morning thing, though this morning was earlier than he usually awoke the young master. He bowed from the waist deeply, "Young master, I am sorry to bother you at this early hour, but your father insisted I wake you up this early. You two have a busy day ahead of you and your father wanted to make sure you were up and ready to go."
Zeke let out another feral sounding growl, slamming the door in the butler's face. "In your nice suit young master, he has requested I made sure to tell you that."
Zeke mule kicked the door behind him, making an obvious message for the butler to be on his way.
Zeke let out a slow yawn, stretching slowly as he reached out, turning on the light. He winced at the pain from the light assaulting his eyes. He slid slowly into the bathroom showering slowly, allowing the water to wake him up. He shaved slowly, taking his time slipping into his top of the line grey suit with the matching bowler hat. His crisp armani suit screamed money, perfectly tailored to show his lean and elegant seeming form and body with the family crest on the front breast pocket in silver. He grabbed the walking stick with the silver lion's head at the end, then moved to his dresser.
He opened the top drawer and pulled out a sleek and shiny 9mm hand gun, sliding it between his skin and his shirt before smoothing it out again. He laid another hand gun in the holster sewn into the vest of his jacket before sliding on the slim fitting grey coat to hide the bulge of the weapon under his vest. He looked perfectly handsome, and perfectly dangerous at the same time.
He went downstairs, his father seated in a black suit of his own with the family crest sewn onto the from pocket of his jacket. He smiled as Zeke entered the dim room, "My son, on his first business meeting with his old man." He grinned, "You look like the handsome young man of fine breeding I have raised you to be."
Zeke nodded with a smile, "Haven't I always father?"
He nodded, standing with a sigh, "Well let's hop to it. We have a lot to do today."
Zeke nodded, following his father out the front door of their home. "Remember father, we have to go to the new office downtown where we set up a new headquarters, we have the secretary coming in for orientation today."
His father made an "ahh" noise, smiling back at his son, "I almost forgot all about it. Thank you for reminding me."
Zeke flashed him his brilliant grin as he slid in to the back seat of the car beside him, "Always here to help Father."
