I'm taking back the crown
His father loved these sort of events and once upon a time, Apollo had too. A night filled with dancing and schmoozing, rubbing elbows with Manhattan's finest. It used to be a great time, putting these sorts of things on, smiling at the guests without a care in the world. These days however, expectation had been heaped upon his shoulders. Apollo was expected to spend the evening standing about with a bunch of old men, discussing politics and business practices. While he had gleaned the knowledge necessary for such endeavors he had little interest in actually doing so. Business interested him little, most especially when his father was standing so close, a hand on his shoulder and looking much like a hawk or other bird of prey. No no, Apollo had no desire to have that be his evening and so when his father had insisted he attend with his new assistant, Noemi, Apollo had jumped at the chance. Granted, he didn't much think she was going to a ball of fun, but any excuse to get out of standing around with a bunch of stuffy old business men was good enough for him.
He knew his father would have enticed Noemi to accompany him tonight. The young woman all but loathed Apollo and he knew it, been feeding off of it for a few weeks now. When she was around he did his best to grate her nerves, trying diligently to make her just go away
. She was a stubborn one though, he had to give her credit where credit was due. Whatever reasons she had for sticking to this, they must have been incredible because she'd yet to abandon ship with him. She'd lost her mind once or twice and on several occasions Apollo had seen fire in her eyes, saw her fingers twitch as she contemplated beating his face in with the nearest inanimate object, but she hadn't. No, Noemi Vidal was a picture perfect assistant and if he'd have been someone else, she'd have been his best asset. At the moment though, she was little more than a reminder of what a huge failure he was, not only in his position, but as a person as well. There was no way he'd have been able to deal with all he'd tossed at her had their roles been reversed. Noemi had a stamina he didn't possess, didn't know if he ever could possess. She pushed on, every day arriving early and sometimes even staying late. She did all that he asked, so long as she deemed it necessary, and was quick to try and put him in his place. It didn't always work, often times he'd needle her and drive her mad, but she never let him roll her over. Well, not really anyway. They had both had their wins over the past weeks.
Apollo was actually looking forward to the evening, in truth. He'd yet to see his assistant in anything more than her work attire, all prim and proper with her glasses on her face and stern look on her features. She was beautiful in those moments he caught her not glaring at him, when she was working on something without any thought as to who else was in the room. There was something about her that made made his heart quicken, though he'd pushed it aside so far. Noemi had no interest in him, that much he'd gathered about her. He was smart, but she was brilliant. Where he was spoiled and laid back, she was strict and dutiful. They would make a terrible pair, he was sure but that didn't stop him from thinking about it. He hadn't mentioned it to anyone, not even Shaw. Noemi would be out of his life just as soon as he could convince her to drop him and then that would be that. She'd go on to do whatever it was her heart desired and he'd continue on doing what he did. What was it he was doing, anyway? Again, he pushed the thought away. The future wasn't something he liked to think about. Not anymore.
He'd been instructed to pick Noemi up at her apartment, something he was more than pleased to do if only because he knew it was going to irritate her. He didn't much care, Apollo knew his father had paid her a pretty penny to accompany him tonight, so if she was put out that she had to show up to the gala on the arm of a rich and gorgeous man, so be it. Apollo was going to be more than pleased with her on his arm, even more so because he knew she was going to be glaring daggers at him. He couldn't wait to see what sort of trouble he could stir up in her this evening. He didn't have anything particular planned, but realistically, just being himself grated her so he didn't think he was going to have to work to hard. Still, he intended to stay alongside her most of the night, or at least until she tried to choke him to death.
Apollo slid out of the car, adjusting his jacket. He was dressed in mostly gold and black, two of his favorite colors. He ran a hand through his hair before heading for Noemi's apartment. She'd been instructed to be ready by 5pm. It was 4:50.
He came up to her apartment door, knocking three times. He doubted she expected him to collect her personally, but he was intent upon surprising her. A little bit of it was because he wanted to irritate her for the maximum amount of time, but he'd not admit that he wanted to have her to himself for just a few moments. He wanted to see her, to really see
her before the whole shindig started, before people's eyes were on them and he had to put on a show. He still had a show to put on of course, Noemi thought him a certain sort of person and he had to keep up the act, but he'd be a liar if he didn't say he wanted her to see some facet of his true personality. What of his true personality that was showing through was anyone's best guess, but Apollo put on a charismatic grin and waited for Noemi to open the door.
⚔ NOEMI C. VIDAL ⚔