"What can I say, Xav? Bothering you is my long-time hobby." He pulled me into a brief, boisterous hug, laughing. "So? How have you been? I haven't heard a thing from you since Friday, mate. You're worse than an ex."
"I'm busy as hell, can't you tell?"
"Damn." He let out a low whistle at the sight of the reports piled high on my desk, a smirk playing on his lips. "Are all of these due this month?"
"Yeah, it's been eating me away and will keep doing it until the 28th."
"Sigh. Well, that's Oslic Corp.'s heir for you. I have to hand it to you, I usually ask my assistant to do these kinds of things."
"Tell that to the old man. He needs me to know my way around everything, and seeing how vast the corporation is, I can't even argue with him. He does have a point."
"See? That's the downside of being crazy rich. You need to work your part to keep it that big."
"Whatever, Marc. Take a seat. Want something to drink while you're here?"
