SLOW HANDS

Timothy Kavell-Packard hurried to his father's office like he was being chased. He was actually driven there... Driven by surprise and anger that his father had made such a big decision about their company without telling him first.

Actually, he had been told, but he just didn't think that giving the account to Golden gate promotions was a good idea when there were better Ad agencies to consider, and he couldn't believe that after making it clear that he hadn't made up his mind yet, his father had gone through with it without notifying him.

His father, Jensen Packard was strong willed and determined, but it was still unlike him to make a decision like this without making sure that they were both on the same page. Which was why he was heading to his office to make his displeasure known.

He was greeted by some of the staff as he walked by, and he responded to their greetings with series of nods and handshakes, although he wasn't even really listening to what any of them said. He was so tensed that he didn't knock when he got to his father's office, but he simply grabbed the door knob and pushed the door open.

Jensen Packard sat behind his desk, his head bowed as he wrote on a paper in front of him. That head rose now and there was a frown on his face. Probably pissed at whoever had the guts to open his office in that manner and ready to make sure they didn't do it again. Only his wife would do something like that, and he was sure that she wouldn't unless he had done something to piss her off. He didn't remember doing anything because he was always careful not to. Katherine didn't always get angry, but whenever she did.... Well, Jensen just hated to see her in that mood so he did his best to avoid it.

His features softened when he realized that it was his son, but that didn't stop him from scolding him.

"What is the matter with you? Don't you knock?" he questioned. "I believe I raised you better than that"

Timothy didn't reply, instead he closed the door behind him and stepped into the lavishly designed office. The windows were huge. A sea of royal-blue carpet covered the floor. There was a vast desk at one end and some fascinating etchings framed in gold on the walls. At the other end there was a brown leather buttoned three-piece lounge suite set about a coffee table.

Jensen Packard sure knew how to enjoy life. In his late fifties, Jensen still looked really good and could pass for someone in his late fourties. He was an intriguing looking man, and the patch of Grey hair on the left side of his head mixed well with the dark ones, giving him a 'sugar daddy' kind of vibe. Not only was he a fine physical specimen beneath the faultless tailoring of the navy-blue suit he was wearing, he also had rather remarkable dark eyes. The planes and angles of his face were sculpted finely and his mouth was thin and chiseled. There was a kind of eagle intensity to those dark eyes that gave every intimation of a man who knew what he wanted.... and got it.

Tim was like his father too....Not physically, because Tim was adopted. They both had dark hair, but while Jensen's was straight, Timothy's was curled. Something he had disliked when he was a teenager and had done a lot to straighten. Back then he didn't understand why everyone loved it so much. To him, they looked childish.

Although Tim didn't share facial resemblance with Jensen, he had learnt so much from him... In fact he had learnt everything he knew about business from him. He knew that the company would be his when Jensen retired, and that was why he was so upset that such a decision had been made without him. He felt left out. Maybe it was a good idea to give the account to Golden gate promotions, he wasn't sure, but still he didn't like that his father had gone through with it without checking with him.

So Jensen could look as intimidating as he wanted, but Tim wasn't affected. He knew that beneath all that tough look, was a kind, loving man. He knew because Jensen had raised him... And he knew that if he couldn't get something from his father, all he had to do was persist, and if that didn't work, he could just speak to his mother, and he would get it. He knew how much his father loved his wife, Katherine Kavell-Packard. There was nothing he wouldn't do for her, but Tim tried not to make a habit of rushing to his mother when ever things went wrong.

There was no need to involve his mother in this. He could handle it on his own. He slammed the papers he was holding on the desk in front of Jensen. Papers that Jensen didn't make any effort to look at. There was no need to look, he knew exactly what was in them, and he had expected this exact reaction from his son so he remained calm.

"You should have told me" said Timothy, pacing the room back and forth. "I can't believe that you made a decision without telling me. What the hell dad?"

The expression on Jensen's face immediately turned back into a frown. "Mind your language, Young man" he said sternly, but the frown disappeared from his face almost as quickly as it had appeared. "Now sit down and tell me what's got you all worked up"

Timothy made no move to do as his father said. Instead he stopped pacing only to look his father dead in the eye. "You know damn well why I'm upset. I'm so mad at you dad" he said, gritting his teeth. "You have no idea how...."

"I said sit down" Jensen repeated. "I will pay you no attention if you are just going to stand and stare down at me. Now sit down and tell me what's you are so mad about"

Timothy knew that tone. He knew when his father was serious, so he took a seat, and started speaking right away.

"I can't believe that you would decide to give the account to Golden gate promotions and you didn't tell me about it "