The walls of his office stretched tall and glassy, offering a view that could make most people pause. But Xavier barely noticed the city humming beneath him. His desk was buried under spreadsheets, contracts, and mock-ups for the new branch his father had tasked him with supervising.
"No room for distractions," Xavier muttered to himself as he reviewed the latest reports. He'd been saying that a lot lately, like some steady chant to remind himself of where his focus should be.
His father, Alexander Dracarys, had made it clear: Xavier could have the company fully once he was married. It wasn't a subtle request. It was the condition. Marriage wasn't just a life event—it was a milestone to prove he was settled enough to take over.
But for now, this was his arena. The numbers, the projections, the expansion strategies—this was where he thrived.
He scanned the financial forecasts for the new southern branch, noting discrepancies in the cost breakdown. There was a supply chain delay flagged in red, and a pending contract still sitting unsigned by one of their overseas partners.
"Call logistics. Get this shipment cleared before Friday," he instructed into the intercom.
His assistant's voice crackled back, "Right away, sir."
Xavier's fingers tapped rhythmically against his desk as he mapped out solutions. The design proposal for the flagship store needed revisions. The marketing team was waiting on final approvals. The numbers were slipping slightly in their eastern sector.
His head filled with moving parts, deadlines, quick decisions. This was his world, and he needed to stay sharp.
His phone buzzed sharply, pulling his attention. It was a message from his father.
Father:Board meeting moved to Friday. Also, bring Lilian to dinner this week. We need to discuss the next phase.
The next phase. The next step. Always moving forward.
Xavier typed a quick response, confirming.
He'd bring Lilian. They would sit through the dinner, they would talk business and family and legacy. It was expected.
But right now, none of that mattered.
His gaze flicked back to the regional performance chart in front of him, the pressing weight of deadlines pulling him back fully into work.
His assistant knocked and entered, placing another folder on his desk. "The contracts for the southern expansion, sir. Also, a reminder that the designer will be finalizing the fitting next week. You requested to attend personally."
"Yes. Thank you."
The assistant left, and Xavier flipped open the contract, his mind already shifting gears. He penciled in adjustments to the supplier timeline, flagged sections that needed renegotiation, and noted potential issues in delivery schedules.
There was no time for distractions.
This was his proving ground, and he intended to own every inch of it.