GRANT, NICHOLAS THEODORE.

I can fake a smile, I can force a laugh, I can dance and play the part

29 | STRAIGHT | DIVORCED | DEFENCE LAWYER | LOCAL | DAMIEN PANNIER

nicholas t. grant,

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wow, are you my ...i completely lost track of time! well please sit sit, let me just move this stuff out of the way. okay, let's get started. tell me a little bit about yourself. looking up from twirling his silver pen around in his fingers, nick left the scowl off his face as the younger woman burst into the room looking flustered. he'd been standing in the room, his shoulder leant against the stone of the cold fireplace that seemed to take up most of a wall and he'd been thinking about leaving. he was a busy man and this woman who by his count was about twenty minutes past the deadline for apologising about being late. he nodded his head a little toward her as he crossed the room, his long stride clearing the floor in a few steps and his body folded down into the chair that was facing the desk. it had been a long time since he'd been on this side of a desk. "grant. nicholas grant. if you wanted to know who you were speaking to" he said, his shoulder settling back as he rested against the arm of his chair. he wasn't exactly sure what to expect from this interview, to be honest he wasn't even certain why it was taking place. he'd simply received a note saying to be here at this time and well, here he was. "if it's important, i'm twenty nine, my birthday is the eighteenth of january" he said, his eyes moving across to the woman who had found her notebook and was taking notes. his birthday must have been interesting. "i'm a lawyer, i defend all the nasty criminals the police work so hard to throw into jail" he spoke, watching her brow raise a little as she stared at the paper before her. "well you did so ask" that's a lot of information. so tell me, where are you from? "new york" he said vaguely. he didn't intend on giving this women a lot of information about him. he wasn't stupid. he was starting to think this had something to do with his soon to be ex wife. after all they both came from high profile families that craved attention and power and he wasn't about to let anything get put onto paper that could drag his name through the mud. his wife on the other hand, her's he'd drag for miles. ahh fascinating ! well i'm from here, born and raised, never left. so many people that i know and love here, just couldn't leave them ! what about you? anyone you care dearly for here? care for? there wasn't many people in the world left that he held close to his heart. his son was the most dear to him, followed close by his younger sister. he supposed he'd care about his parents in a pinch but they were responsible for the last nine years of his life being miserable, if his son hadn't been born out of their meddling he was almost sure he'd have hated them. "my family. i have my son ben, he's about to turn eight and there is my sister stella. i suppose i should mention my soon to be ex wife, she's not one i care for but she's around" he didn't want to mention his parents. his father was buried six feet under and his mother was off living the high life with their old gardener. it hadn't been all that much of a surprise really, on the outside they were a functional family, on paper and to all the ladies at the social clubs his mother had been a part of. but in reality, it had been a whole lot different. but when the woman used her eyes to pressure him into further information, he gave it, slightly. "my father is dead and my mother is off screwing below her means and i have no idea where she is" he said, not a hint of any sort of emotion in his voice. he had been long past feeling emotion for his parents for a few years now. "my grandparents reside in staten island, but i'll admit i don't make a conscious effort to be involved in their lives. they do however, get sent a christmas card each year" quite a list. must mean you have a juicy past,let's hear a little bit about it. his past? where did he start. what did he want to tell her? this was all becoming a little odd to him. he had every piece of mind to just walk out. he was well within his rights to do that but something niggling in the back of his head told him to just sit down and put up with it. he had a feeling it was his little inner voice telling him to behave. pay back for all the times he'd sat there for hours forcing his son to eat the vegetables he hadn't wanted to sit and eat. with a sigh he gave in, close his eyes for a second and pressed his fingers into the corners as he thought back. "i was born in new york, raised by one nanny till my sister came along and then it was two. my parents were more concerned with their social lives and running the business that was making them money than the fact they had children." he said, no tone of resentment in his voice at the way he'd been raised, just a matter of fact voice for a matter of fact. it wasn't unusual for children who had been born into families like his to be raised by nannies and hardly know his parents. most of his friends had the same issue and it was a rarity that one of them knew their parents well. though it didn't stop his parents meddling in his life. he'd known from the time he was seventeen that he was going to be married to the daughter of one of his father's friends. it was the done thing. joining two families with money to keep money with money, god forbid that someone without money or of the wrong breeding got their hooks into nicholas or their company. though he wasn't about to let his parents control every aspect of his life. you see he was his father's son. he did not allow people to push him around. so he agreed to marry isla, on the condition that his parents had no say in where he went to school or the career he would have. threatening to divorce himself from his parents in order to get what he wanted worked. they let him make his own choice and he went to law school. graduated in the top ten of his class and much to his father's annoyance, got offered a chance to work at a law firm in new york. "i went to a fancy school and now have fancy law degree's hanging on the wall in my office and i'm about to sign divorce papers from my ex wife who my parents forced me to marry" he said, not able to lack emotion about this subject. if it hadn't been for ben there wasn't any way he'd have stayed married to isla for eight years. eight long years without a moment of wedded happiness, well behind closed doors of course. it took him a few years to see that his marriage had started turning into that of his parents. he and isla had put on a good face for their son and the world around them, but there was no love, there never had been and there was never going to be. they had both been different from the start. she wanted the family and had decived him about using contraception so she could have ben. she loved the glamour of being rich and the ability to do absolutely nothing around the house and let nannies raise her children, only being seen to interact with them when there was company about. it had disgusted nick. though now? he'll admit. "the only good part about the last nine years is having my son in my life and watching my sister grow up and become the woman that she is" he said, the pride in his voice evident. you just get more and more interesting. is that a word that someone would describe you as? no? then what is something that people would say you are. "a word?" he asked, thinking a little about how people saw him. he had long forgotten to worry about what people thought of him. he didn't care. it didn't make any difference whether people liked or disliked him. "stubborn" no wasn't a word that he heard a lot. he had always been able to command the attention of most of the people around him with just his voice, his father had made sure that his children had grown up with a back bone and knew when and when not to back down from a challenged, thankfully it wasn't often that nick had been made to back down, and the older he got the more people were afraid to stand up to him. at least in his office anyway. "hardened" he thought that would be a good word to use. things didn't effect him any more and he wasn't rattled by the cases that came through his office. he was young sure, but he'd worked his way up through hard work and pushing through the unpleasant things that other people didn't have the guts to do. "protective" he said a little softer than the last two, his thoughts moving to his son. he could easily be two people. the person he was at work and the person he was around the people that mattered to him. with his son he was affectionate, playful and he hoped everything that he had wished his own father had been growing up. he tried to keep an eye on his sister too, fulfil his brotherly duty to protect her from men and people that might hurt her and his friends, well he wasn't sure how they would describe him but he doubted it would he hardened. do you agree with what people say about you? "yes." he nodded as he said it. it was hard to argue with what was true most of the time. well i still think you have a certain something, not really sure what that is but i bet your boyfriend/girlfriend knows or are you still on the market? he had told her about his wife had he not? he was sure he'd have mentioned her in there somewhere. "well my wife counts doesn't she? soon to be ex wife but i doubt she'll be so willing to say a nice thing about me" he said, tapping his fingers on the arm of the leather chair. he hadn't meant to be the husband he had been, but he wasn't about to pretend to be happy when he wasn't. the effort he'd put into his marriage had been lacking, but neither of them had brought much to the table, both keeping to themselves most of the time and while he was thinking about it, he couldn't remember the last time they had slept in the same room. "once my divorce goes through, i'll be forever single." shit, time flies. my next appointment will be here in a few minutes. it was a pleasure to meet you! "well at least you shall be on time for this one, shan't you" he says as he stands up from the chair and grabs his suit jacket from the rack by the door. "if i see so much as one word of what i said or a twisted version of my words show up on so much as a back woods blog that comes out of someone's basement, it will be the last thing that you ever write." nodding his head he slips out of the room without looking back.

SHADOW| AWST | 22 | ELLIOT GRAYSON CASEY

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well damn, he sure is super hot wow. i really love his character and this was a well written app. i'm really hoping we can plot and thread together soon! please run off do to your claims <3