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"For what Percy? What is it going to do? You think you have the magic words that's going to make my father love me? You don't have any more control over that man than I do. All he cares about is that fucking company and his image. I'm tired of fighting him." His eyes are dull and his voice becomes oddly monotone. He's given up.
"Ian, fuck him then. Percival Snow Sr. isn't the only thing you have to live for. You're young, you have your whole life ahead of you." I try to reason with him.
"That's funny. How the fuck am I supposed to look forward to my entire life? When since I was born I've been nothing but someone's trash? Do you think all of a sudden I'm going to be more? Some people are meant for greatness. Like you. I don't think there's anything you could do that you'd fail at. But then there are people like me who are the fuck ups, the people that the great ones strive not to be, the throwaways. If that's what I am, then I'm going to embrace this shit. Fuck this trying to be a good person. All I need to do is what I like and I'll be exactly what everyone thinks I am."
"Ian, I don't want to bury my brother. I don't care if no one else sees what I can see inside of you. You're not just trying to be a good person, you are a good person. I know you feel like you might need to do this, but I'm begging you not to. If he won't see you, he won't see me either. You're my brother and it's time for me to stop acting like my father is in the right on this. We're in this together."
His eyebrows raise up and he blinks slowly at me. "I didn't think I'd ever hear you tell me that you'd take my side over our father’s."
"He's our father and he's a fucking idiot." I sit up on the couch with him and lean back to relax. "In other news, you hitting on my girlfriend?"
Ian jumps up and spins in my direction, "What? No! I didn't. Did she think ... Fuck, I ..." he only stops speaking when he sees me laughing at him. "Fucking jerk!" he curses me.
"She told me what happened. Can't say I was very happy about it that night, but I understand."
He plops back down on the couch and stretches out. "I figured it was better than letting her walk around in the middle of the night angry."
"True. She could have gotten hurt or in trouble if she went out that late on her own. In fact that's all I was thinking about when I couldn't find her." Shaking my head, I do my best to force those memories out of my head.
"That's my bad. I should have had her call you once we got up here." Ian glances at me probably to see if I'm annoyed with him.
"Next time. I did find one thing out though." I say relaxing against the couch.
"What's that?"
"Ella says you want to be a chef?" I raise an eyebrow and he looks away embarrassed.
"It's just a stupid thought. I know it—"
Before he can finish I cut him off. "I want to go partners on a restaurant with you."
"What the fuck ... no way ... you can't just open a restaurant like that. There's a lot that has to happen first." Ian blurts out.
"Like what?" I'm sure it's an in-depth process and honestly I've never even thought about opening a restaurant. Despite that if this is a dream of Ian's then I'd get behind him.
"A perfect location, menus, decor, personel, marketing, not to mention a chef and cooking team. The budget alone to start a new restaurant with a no name chef is astronomical. There's just too many ways for it to fail." Ian shakes his head vehemently.
I've never heard him so passionate about anything, "It sounds like you've put in a lot of thought about this." I squint at him, trying to peek into that mind of his.
At first he doesn't say a word, it's not until he lets out a heavy sigh that I know I'm right. "You can't fucking laugh. I know this shit is stupid, it was just something to do to pass the time." I watch as Ian gets up from the couch and walks over to the kitchen. When he comes back he has a ratty old spiral notebook in his hands. At one time it was blue, but now it looks like a mix of black and gray. It's so worn.
He hands me the book and my jaw nearly drops when I see what's inside. He's got budget plans, meal plans, locations, and sketches of what the decor would look like. There’s even specialty items for various holidays. Not just one set, but dozens of different ideas. All of which look absolutely meticulously planned out.
"Ian what the fuck. This isn't something to pass the time. This is your calling. Now we're really doing this. I'll have a contract printed up first thing in the morning." I flip the book back over and start from the beginning looking even more carefully at the figures.
"Percy, you don't have to do this." Ian says and his voice hitches.
"I want to do this. You deserve to show the world just how great you truly are. Getting this set up is only step one. It's going to be a hell of a journey, but I'm going to be with you every step of the way." I clap his shoulder with my hand and the two of us dive into his notebook. Brothers and now business partners.
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"Wait ... Wait a minute ... what?"Greg stares at me before his eyes flit back and forth between Ian and I. It's not the same as exclaiming it to the world, but I trust Greg enough for him to know about Ian. Besides as my employee he is bound by a non-disclosure agreement. If he tells anyone, I could sue the fuck out of him.
"You heard me Greg, this is my brother. I want to get some paperwork drawn up for a restaurant we're trying to get started."
Greg continues to blink fast. "How is that possible? Everyone knows your parents only had one kid. You. Where did this brother come from?"
