It was only his first week on the job and Declan was already finding that some people were not very timely with their payments. Of course, his father was a man of few words on the topic. He was a man of few words on every topic. The only consolation of his father not saying he was proud of his son for his third degree was a very nice Lexus upon his return to Newport. The man was sure it was more of an apology for future annoyance. Mr. Leadux was sure that there was only a matter of time before Dec was the one running the business and he could be sitting in his ivory tower grumbling and making passes at the maids. No, his father was a dirty old man and Declan had always known it. It was little surprise when his father explained his first account, the Jones, as "an old, useless man and his daughter who would look better wearing a lot less." For the most part, the man was able to ignore the comments. He knew his father was faithful (for the most part) to his mother, just like she was to him. He simply tried not to think on it.
Regardless, he was far from surprised to see that the old man was late on his payment. In fact, he was more surprised to get a call saying that there was someone there to make a payment so close to the first. The secretary, who was far too quick to make googly eyes at him, informed him that the daughter was there to make the payment. He sighed heavily and grabbed the file before fixing his vest and tie and slicking his bangs back. Dec headed out of his off and down the hallway. He immediately spotted the young woman with her coffee in hand. Considering she was quite lovely, he could only assume she was the one in question. His father, for once, had the same taste as Declan himself. Still, he kept a rather practiced and impartial face as he approached her, looking through the file as if he was not warned on who she was by someone else. "Miss Jones," he asked in an almost bored voice before stealing another glance over the paperwork.