Fading Scars: A Series of Malec One Shots

Business As Usual

This one's gonna be a whopper. Requested by my lovely Su (the little shit) via Twitter.

"Today is your big day, son. Today is the day you work alongside your old man in the family firm and bring fresh blood into the company. How do you feel?"

How do I feel? I'm sweating buckets, my hair has twenty pounds of gel in it and I accidentally wore mismatched socks this morning. But Alec actually didn't say any of this out loud. "Great. Ecstatic. Can't wait to get started."

An oblivious Robert Lightwood clapped his son on the shoulder. "L&L Firm has been around for a hundred years. We have thousands of satisfied clients all across the country who are nothing short of incredible. We're the highest rated law firm in the United States. That speaks volumes."

Alec nodded to let his father know he was paying attention. Robert liked to boast; a trait that wasn't passed on to his oldest child Alec due to the fact that Alec had nothing to boast about to begin with. His father, on the other hand, practically had the world eating out of the palms of his hands. This company was his life's work, as it was his father's work and his father's fathers work. Now it will become Alec's work.

"The boys are excited to meet you. The last time they saw you was when you did your work term back in high school. Remember that? You were so scared that day."

Alec preferred not to remember that dreaded term. For two weeks, he was required to work at the firm for a bit of work experience for one of his classes (he went to private school. Classes were a little different there than they were at public school). He brought coffee to meetings. He answered the phones. He made photocopies. Your typical office duties. Nothing special.

The boys that Robert were referring to were the other lawyers that worked at the firm. They were colleagues of Robert's for years. Some even attended Harvard with him way back when. They were all Ivy League bastards, as Isabelle liked to call them. Alec didn't really fancy any of them.

L&L Firm was New York's pride and joy. Located near Madison Square, it was a busy building to be working in. It was steady, on the go, your typical American upper class 9-5 work day. The pay was great, the view was great and the services they provided was also great. Everything was great.

"Today's your lucky day, kiddo. I'm dropping you like a bomb into our quarterly meeting. You can present your graph you made. Throw in some fresh ideas on how to gain new clients."

Alec had taken business in Harvard, much to his father's disgust. He learned how to attract customers using the most simple of ways. He learned how to double the earnings a small business usually made by making the most subtle changes without actually tearing apart the brand. But most importantly, Harvard helped him build his rising legacy and business.

Alec sold ideas for a living. That was his calling. He always dreamed of becoming an entrepreneur of ideas that could potentially help other businesses. He'd always been good at pitching ideas. He was full of them. He was able to sit down and learn the background of a business, big or small, learn its strengths and weaknesses and then process the information in order to come up with an idea for that said business to help it grow. He was good at what he did.

That's the only reason why his father hired him on. He wasn't a lawyer. He was a creator. A thinker. A maker of dreams come true.

"We're just going to go right into the conference room. We'll introduce you to the rest of the gang later. Right now we need you in that board room showing off your insane marketing skills," Robert's smile revealed a set of pearl white teeth as he grinned at his son. "This is going to be so much fun! I've waited years for this moment. Father and son. Lightwood and Son."