Colors In A Glass
Aug 12, 2010 14:54:18 GMT -5
Post by viktor on Aug 12, 2010 14:54:18 GMT -5
you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESIST
J U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D
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Viktor sat on one of the lounge chairs by the pool. He had his towel beside him but no real desire to get wet anytime soon. His father was away on business again and his mother was no doubt off spending his money somewhere while his sister was probably with her friends.
Viktor never had much to do since graduating from high school but he wasn’t one of the people that needed some sort of motivation to get by. He was more than happy to sit comfortably by the pool knocking back whatever drinks he wanted, unless they were alcoholic because the club had very strict rules about that sort of thing.. As they should being illegal and all.
Picking up his book once again, Viktor delved further into Leibniz’s Monadology. He was by no means a genius but he did like to read and re-read until he was absolutely certain he understood a text. This one was recommended by a friend in college who was a Philosophy major. Viktor suppose he should be doing something more constructive with his time, like gaining a degree or some sort of qualification but he wanted a break and his father had deemed it acceptable so why not enjoy it while it lasted.
He knew his future was inevitable. His father wanted him working in the business and then taking over when the time came but Viktor was happy to avoid it for as long as possible. He didn’t really care about businesses and how they should be run. To him it was all facts and figured and boring board meetings. He wasn’t going to fight it either but some procrastination was definitely in order.
Sipping his drink, he flipped the page and read on with his favourite Armani sunglasses resting nicely above his forehead. This was going to be a nice quiet aftern- Viktor cringed as his phone rang. The unwelcomed interruption was something he had learned to expect. Answering it, he spoke in a calm voice in Russian. It was his mother checking up on him. Viktor was certain she would be distracted until the stores closed but apparently he had been wrong. After hanging up he spoke a few more Russian words in annoyance before going back to his book.