(hey, im gonna head to bed now, i will answer again in the morning)
Asher nodded. "Ah. You're welcome." The elevator dinged as the doors slid open, and he held her hand gently, leading her out into the hallway, with doors to offices leading off it.
(hey, im gonna head to bed now, i will answer again in the morning)
Asher nodded. "Ah. You're welcome." The elevator dinged as the doors slid open, and he held her hand gently, leading her out into the hallway, with doors to offices leading off it.
(Ok! Thanks for telling me! Have a good night!)
She gave his hand a soft squeeze, zoning out as they wandered through the hallways on the way to his office. She leaned into him slightly, humming.
(np! I did lol)
He glanced at her with a small smile, and opened the door to his office. It was a medium sized one, with a large desk facing the door, a black rolling chair pulled to the desk. A laptop and a desktop computer both sat side by side.
(Oh good!)
Arabella looked around the second the door was opened, taking her hand back so she could explore. She moved to sit on the edge of his desk, grinning from ear to ear. “Nice office. But no pictures?”
He sighed. "Pictures are near the computer." He pointed to a selection of about four frames. One had a picture of Peri, another a picture of his parents. One was a picture of their wedding. The fourth was still empty.
She tilted her head and picked up the photo of their wedding, biting her lip. “You have this here?” She asked him softly.
Asher blinked, and nodded. "Of course." He replied, sitting down in the rolling chair. "Why?"
She ran her thumb over the form of herself, eyes softening. Her wedding dress had been exactly what she had dreamed of as a child. Her father had hired someone to work one on one with her to create it. She let her eyes trail over to the sharply-dressed man that stood next to her in the photograph - Asher. “I just- I didn’t think you would have this here. It’s not like you and I… yeah.” she murmured softly, setting down the photo and glancing at Peri’s photo. “He was so handsome… I’m glad you two were together.”
He shrugged. "Why wouldn't i have a picture of our wedding in my office? Its…a good reminder." He looked at the picture of Peri, and nodded. "Yeah, he was." He closed his eyes for a moment. "I'm glad too. My parents…not so much." He shrugged slightly.
She nodded gently and once again ran her fingers over the frame of their wedding photo. She smiled softly and sighed happily. When he closed his eyes she slid off the desk and wrapped her arms around him. “Don’t let them get you down. You can do whatever you want, be whoever you want.”
Asher opened his eyes, looking at her. He smiled. "I know." He replied, kissing her cheek gently. "Thank you."
She nodded softly and released him before she moved back to her spot on the desk. She sighed and stretched out her arms. “Is all you do just answering emails?”
"Pretty much." He replied. "Sometimed I'm in charge of setting and deciding on new policies for the company, but mostly it's just emails and such." He shrugged. "It's pretty boring."
“Have you ever down anything different?” She asked gently, once again picking up their wedding photo to study it once more. She liked the way Asher looked in it. And if she were being honest, thought that she herself didn’t look to bad. “Have you ever thought of leaving the company?”
Asher sighed. "I…not really. I finished college, but I've got a degree in this. In business." He shrugged slightly, sighing quietly. "So. I don't know what else i could do."
She leaned back and glanced at him. “What about music?” She asked carefully, knowing that could be a sensitive subject for him. “I’d support you.”
He sighed softly. "I…no. That's not feasible. I wish… I could, but…I can't leave the company. Who would take it when my parents died?" He shook his head slightly.
She bit down on her lip and sighed. “I guess that is true… is there no other suitable man to take your place?” She asked suddenly, leaning back and picking up a pencil to twirl around her fingers. Instead of a smooth twirl, the pencil flew from her hand and landed some distance off. She pouted at it.
He chuckled softly at her fumble with the pencil. "No, not really. My parents want it to stay in the family, and…there's no way in hell my mother would let this company go to one of my father's, er… illegitimate children."
She leaned back and bit her lip, a thought coming to her mind. She didn’t want it there, unfortunately, but it was there nonetheless. “W-would she settle for one of ours…?” She murmured softly, looking away and blushing. “I-If we raise a good heir will she let them lead the company? It would be a long time before you could turn over the company but- you’d be able to continue your music career…”
He drummed his fingers for a moment, and sighed. "Yes, but…I want to give my kids a choice. I'm not going to force them to take the company so that their father, who is in his forties, can do whatever he wants while they're stuck doing something they don't want to. I would rather work this company until I die, then force my child to take it over so that I can do whatever I want." He looked down at the desk.
She leaned over to place a hand on his shoulder, looking sorrowful. “I’m sorry I even brought that up. That isnt something a father should do…” she felt extremely bad about offering up the idea. But it was what she thought happened to every child in a home. She thought they were all raised up towards one purpose like she and her brothers had been.
He shrugged. "It's fine. And…" He sighed. "Thats not the way i was raised, don't get me wrong. I'm expected to take the company, yes, but my father will still remain in an active role."
Her head shot up. “It’s not!?” She blinked her wide eyes and tilted her head. “A-are you a special case? I thought everyone was raised like that.”