Frank

I woke up to the alarm Monday morning, rolling over as I sighed. I had to pull out my suit and go into the office to learn the ropes today.

I'd been there as a kid and seen some of the operations, but it was mine now, as well as Mark's. I knew that we'd both been out this weekend, drinking and working the stress out of our systems but I felt guilty every moment. I knew that I needed to take care of Mom and Annabella, since our family happened to be small. There were a lot of friends and business partners offering help, making me feel the wonder of how many lives Dad had touched.

I heard the alarm blaring through the room again and pushed the button to shut it off as I ran my hands through my hair.

Once I was showered and partly dressed, I walked downstairs with my tie and jacket to get some coffee. Mark was already there and we exchanged a long look as he poured me a cup. He was dressed in similar black pants and a crisp white shirt and I sipped the hot liquid gratefully. "Ready for this?"

His voice was gruff from sleep and I nodded as Mom walked into the room, admiring us both as she gave us each a tight hug.

"You boys look so handsome. Just like your father," she sniffled a bit with those words, making slow work of preparing her coffee as we allowed her some privacy. "I think you'll love everyone there. They are kind and welcoming because Dad wouldn't have it any other way."

We talked for a bit, eating some toast before we got into the Range Rover to head over to the office. L&P stood for Louis and Patif, the last names of my father and his best friend. They started the company together, but eventually Jim moved onto something different. I looked at the tall building as we pulled into the garage, feeling my heart palpitating in my chest.

We got inside and went to the tenth floor, where the business took up the entire space. We greeted the receptionist, who gave us a sad smile before she directed us to the conference room in the right corner of the floor. I glanced around at all the offices along with Mark and saw how many employees were busy with work in the generous spaces that offered beautiful views. Dad wanted nothing but the best for working conditions and I could see the expense of it all as I took a close look around.

The conference room was large and there was already some fruit and pastries on the table. We looked at a man sitting wit

h a folder, who glanced up at us and stood immediately. "The Louis boys. I have heard so much about you." He shook our hands and gave us a sympathetic look. "Again, I am so sorry for your loss but we are going to make this as smooth a transition as possible. Your dad ran a tight ship and we are all here to help you keep that aspect of this company. He was also so generous to all of us and the average career here is twelve years and going strong."

I looked at Mark, all too aware that we never worked a job for a couple of weeks much less years. He showed us to the spacious break room that offered all the amenities and we made some fresh coffee in the machine before following him back to the conference room. Mark and I took seats and watched as the room filled with a total of ten people, all shaking our hands and extending their condolences before we got to business.

Dad had an impressive staff of three managers that handled the company, all intelligent and business savvy men. They went over the basics with us, assuring us that there would be a more private meeting many times to come. We spoke with a representative from customer service, a manager, who explained that process to us. I already knew that L&P was one of the best shipping companies due to their stellar customer service and now I saw the reasons why. She was professional and comfortable with her position, not to mention gorgeous.

I noticed many attractive women walking through the offices and I knew that Mark 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. Mark seemed to relax beside me and I sensed how tense he was during parts of the meeting.

He sipped coffee 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 Mark was the wilder twin. We sipped ice juice 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.

Fred 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," Mark 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,Mark. 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!" Mark 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 cook 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.

Annabella 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 Mark or I at that age. Annabella 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 Mark'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 Lydia. She's a bartender. 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.

Mark

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. "Mark," 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, Frank. 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 Frank looked at me. He nodded. "We could do that."

"What are you thinking?" Frank 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." Mark'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.

; 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 Mark.

"Let's just do some interviews. Everyone knows how busy we are," Mark said 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.