We Meet Again [18+] | BxB

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟒

Asher stepped into the sleek and modern conference room of Cheney Tower. The air was charged with a sense of formality, and the polished mahogany table stretched out before him. At the head of the table sat his father, Richard Cheney, a formidable figure in the business world.

The meeting was already in full swing, with key executives and advisors seated around the table. The room buzzed with the low hum of discussions and the occasional sound of documents being shuffled. As Asher took his place, his father acknowledged him with a nod, a silent recognition of his presence.

Richard Cheney, a man of experience and authority, led the meeting with a commanding presence. His sharp gaze assessed every detail, and his words carried weight. The topics discussed ranged from business strategies to upcoming projects, each point carefully dissected and analyzed.

Asher, accustomed to these high-stakes discussions, took notes and occasionally contributed insights when prompted. Despite his reserved demeanor, his opinions were valued, and his father made a point to include him in the decision-making process.

The meeting continued, weaving through financial reports, market trends, and projections. As the discussions delved deeper into the intricacies of the business, Asher couldn't help but appreciate the legacy his father had built and the responsibility that rested on his own shoulders.

Hours passed, and the meeting reached its conclusion. Richard Cheney wrapped up the discussions with a firm summary and a clear vision for the path ahead. Executives filed out of the room, leaving Asher alone with his father.

"Good work today, Asher," Richard acknowledged, his tone a mixture of approval and paternal pride. "Your insights are becoming invaluable."

Asher nodded in acknowledgment, a silent acknowledgment of the expectations that came with being the son of a business magnate. The weight of the Cheney legacy pressed upon him, and as he left the conference room, he couldn't shake the awareness that the decisions made within those walls shaped not only the future of the company but also his own destiny.

As Asher sat in his private office, surrounded by the polished walls adorned with accolades and achievements, a mischievous thought crossed his mind. The unexpected spiciness of Damian's prank lingered in his memory, and a subtle grin played on Asher's lips.

His fingers danced across the keyboard as he contemplated a way to playfully retaliate. Asher Cheney was not one to be outdone, especially not in his own territory. A plan formed in his mind, a way to turn the tables without causing any harm.

With a few clicks, he accessed the security system of the bakery, utilizing the resources at his disposal. 

After all, that bakery was under his soon-to-be company.

He decided on a harmless yet amusing strategy – altering the background music playlist that played throughout the bakery. Instead of the calm music, Asher changed it to heavy metal music, something he'd never want to listen to himself.

The usual melodies that filled the bakery were suddenly replaced by the intense, pulsating beats of heavy metal. Asher, sitting comfortably in his office, watched the security camera feed focused on the bustling bakery below.

Damian, engrossed in his work, initially seemed unaffected by the change in music. However, as the heavy guitar riffs and energetic drum beats continued to blast through the speakers, the customers and even some employees began to glance around, puzzled by the sudden shift.

Asher's lips curled into a suppressed smile as he observed Damian's reaction. The delinquent-turned-baker was now trying to process the unexpected turn of events. Damian looked around with a mix of confusion and mild annoyance, clearly not expecting the bakery's ambiance to take on such a rebellious tone.