I noticed many attractive women walking through the offices and I knew that Brandon did as well. I also knew that we needed to keep business and pleasure separate when it came to this building. Dad was obviously a clearly well-respected man and we would never tarnish that image, though some of these people had to read the gossip column.
We sat with the accountant who kept strict detail of the daily finances of the company as well as meeting with us for the taxes on a quarterly basis. I knew that Dad always told us how easy Mark and his assistants made that for him so he could focus on everything else. That part took a while and afterward, we were excused for lunch with an immediate invitation to join Ted and the other managers.
Sitting at a table at The Modern, I looked around the bright room as the sunlight poured through the glass of the generous windows. Brandon seemed to relax beside me and I sensed how tense he was during parts of the meeting. He sipped water as we shared a glance, both noticing that there were a lot of stares in our direction. This would be a news story on close to the front pages, making me a little uncomfortable. I thought that I might be able to control some of my impulses but Brandon was the wilder twin. We sipped ice water over cocktails and ate the meals as we talked shop, though the managers were much more comfortable than the two of us. The lunch lasted over an hour and we headed back to the building, noticing a few cameras during the short walk.
Yes, this was going to be news.
We spent the rest of the day in my father’s former office, comfortable with sharing the space. Ted and the others came in with us, showing us the software on the computer and the ways that we could monitor every aspect of the business. It was fascinating and I marveled at the work that the IT team set into the system, feeling better that they were always available to us in case something went down. I was surprised to glance up and see the lights going off in the offices as people left, realizing that it was six at night.
We walked to the car, quiet until we were alone. “That place was a trip,” Brandon said softly as I started the engine. “Did you see all of the pussy in there?” I chuckled, knowing my brother all too well.
“I did but we have to keep it clean in there, Bran. It’s business and we have to do right by Dad.” I stopped at a light and gave him a firm look. “Shit, with the cameras I almost want to tone it down completely. This is a news story.”
“Lots of business tycoons make it work with a sketchy lifestyle. Look at Trump. He’s going for the presidency!” Brandon quipped as we both shook our heads. That was mind boggling to us. “We’re just running a shipping business.”
We got home where Mom heated up some chicken and vegetables, sitting down to enjoy a private family dinner for the first time in a while. She still looked a bit pale but listened to us with a strong smile on her face as we told her every detail. Ashley looked on as she took small bites of food, clearly missing Dad as she leaned back in the chair.
I offered to take her out to dinner sometime this week, wanting to get into my sister’s head. She was a good girl, not anywhere near as wild as Brandon or I at that age. Ashley agreed with a weak smile, disappearing to do some homework after dinner was over as I sighed and stretched.
I decided to work out in the home gym before shutting down for the night, putting in two hours before I looked into Brandon’s room to see him grinning as he sent a text to someone. I knew the look, having seen it for the past several years. We looked alike but he was the charmer, adding a few more notches to his bed than I had. He also put more effort into it than I did. “Who is your latest victim?” I asked as I walked into the room, causing him to look up.
“Her name is Nadia. She’s a bartender at The Sports Corner. I met her the other night,” he replied as I shook my head and walked over to the window. “You work out?”
“Yeah. You should try it sometime so you can be as hot as I am,” I joked as he gave me a smirk. “I’ll sleep like a good boy before work tomorrow. We’re going to be there a lot, you know. Just like Dad was.”
“I know. You can do everything since I’ll be tired from this girl,” he said as I shot him a look. “Shit, I’m kidding. I’ll be a big boy about this.”
“I hope so,” I said as I left him to his phone and went to shower before bed. I dropped on my pillows and sighed as I wished that I could talk to Dad right now. I missed our talks and I looked out of the window at the bright sky for a long moment.
Brandon
I realized that the days at the office were going to be long early on. I was staying up late, sometimes texting and sometimes seeing a new girl here and there and I noticed my brother’s dark looks a few weeks in as I yawned yet again. “Brandon,” he said in frustration from the computer as I stood by the window. He was such a good boy and kept his recreational activity to a minimum and I felt the looks from my family every day.
“I’m fucking here, Brent. What do you want from me?” I demanded after I made sure that the office door was closed. It was a private office and I thanked Dad every day for that.
“Help? There’s a lot to do here even with the staff.” He barked at me, frowning as he read something.
“Dad had an assistant sometimes, right? His own person to help him, not managers or anyone out there?” I was getting an idea as Brent looked at me. He nodded. “We could do that.”
“What are you thinking?” Brent asked as he leaned back and ran a hand through his messy hair.
“There are a lot of gorgeous women here and as much as they flirt, we can’t go there with staff.” He had a good point. Some of the women had gone far in their flirtations, even popping up in here half-naked to try and seduce us. “So, we get an assistant. We look for a hot woman that will assist us with everything.”
“You think we need a sex slave for this place?” I asked, admitting that my cock twitched at the idea.
“In part. She could be smart and help with other things, though we’d be less on edge here at the office.” Brandon’s eyes were gleaming as he spoke and I frowned at him. Dad would never do this, but he was a happily married man when he started the business. He had no reason too, since he had a loving wife at home. He still worked hard here and I wondered if we could do the same.
It also wouldn’t be the first time that we shared a woman. There were a few times that happened, both in high school and afterward. Women like the idea of two hot guys fucking them, and being twins just sweetened the pot. I looked around the spacious office thoughtfully, complete with a sofa and an extra desk that would work for someone, as well as the desk outside of the office. The only windows that we had were looking over the city, with the office being at the end of the building and very private if we closed the door.
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bsp; The door also locked.
“I don’t know, “ I said, even though I missed the nights with the women now that we were working. This was a sudden change for me, though I didn’t vocalize it as much as Brandon.
“Let’s just do some interviews. Everyone knows how busy we are,” Brandon suggested as I gave him a long look.
“Fine,” I agreed as he grabbed the spare laptop and typed something in. It was always busy around here and we didn’t always want to bother the rest of the staff, and if we had someone running the office that was well-trained, we could take a bit of time off here and there. It might be a great idea.