Heir to a better fortune?

[andy]

Chicago, Illinois***

The privately chartered plane of Andrew Rose had landed an hour ago, bearing the cold of the Midwestern state's frigid climate for almost half an hour before his hired transportation had arrived. His personal assistant had insisted they remain in the comfortable, warm confines of the jet, yet he persisted, allowing the pilot to return to his origin. This chartered trip? Was one way. Something he was determined to do.

"Honestly, sir... why? Again? You heard your father... you're putting your inheritance to his fortune and placement within his empire in jeopardy by pursuing this... this... lunacy..."

Andrew only raised a finger to him, brushing his long hair from the frame of his face, before turning his head back out of the window of the limousine. He.... did not want to hear it. He was bored out of his mind playing the good model son for his father... only to be stalked his every walking moment in an effort to tarnish his father's empires future. The man couldn't even relinquish himself to a club visit anymore without a fleet of photographers taking a shot of every step from three separate angles. It was tiring... especially when he took up fighting to relieve some of the stress and provide a new challenge to himself.

Finally? He could call it... just... giving in. To it all. The media wanted something to write? Then... write about the son of a hotel kingpin shirking his inheritance, his hand picked place of his future of barely sitting in on a meeting a month, placing it all in limbo... just to become a professional wrestler.

"Boredom makes you do some crazy things, Geoffrey... Crazy things indeed..."

The car rolls on to a stop....

"Yes, sir, I understand that... but you're looking at forfeiting hundreds of millions of dollars... or, by the time your father passes, perhaps even billions..."

"It's not your problem anymore, Geoffery..."

Andrew says this as he exits the vehicle, ordering the driver to pop the trunk. Reaching in through clouds of his condensed breath, he shoulders the bags, shutting the trunk...

"Bloody hell this isn't my problem, your FATHER put..."

"Simple..."

Andrew walks to him, standing alongside his open limo door...

"You're fired. Your severance pay will be waiting for you when you return. You'll be quite set for life, I assure you... but me? I have things I need to do... if I don't? Who knows what kind of sheltered, but strangely public... life I'd live? I'm doing this for my best intentions... good day..."

He motions the driver that it was time to go, sliding his shades back up to his eyes and turning from the vehicle, hearing nothing more from Geoffery as he entered the tower lobby in front of him. Lake Shore Drive of Chicago, Illinois, huh? He already loved the lake front view... This? Would be a different pace for him. He'd already signed his registration forms... that were apparently his contract, smirked at his paycheck... but hey, it was something that he was earning for himself instead of being born into, so he guessed that was all good. He stops in the middle of the lobby, setting his bags down and taking off his shades, folding them up and sticking them in the front of his long, fur coat, brushing some of the cold from his hair.

"Well, so this is GCW, hm? Wonder what there is here... and..."

He pulls out the key from his pocket... Suite 523...

"Where this room's at..."

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Glancing around the lobby, he grabs his bags, heading towards the elevators. Most everybody appears to be busy with their own things, but that's cool, that's okay. He was pretty tired from the flight. Slinging the heavier bag over his shoulder, he starts walking his 6'6" into an open elevator, taking a look at his key again before shrugging. He knew in his father's hotels, that normally meant the first number was the floor number. Except... when the doors opened...

It looked more like a gym and relax area than anything. Strange....

Glancing over at the wall, of course, was a floor listing he hadn't noticed anymore, so he ran his finger along the list, selecting the fifth residential floor. Fifth residential floor with what looked like to be another three after that before the executive floors? Wow... there must be a lot of people here... or the living space must be very nice.

Which, considering how far apart the doors were when he got up to his floor... he considered it just that. These suites... had to be huge. At least three room apartments, maybe a little more. And he got the right floor this time. Suite 523? Wasn't much further down the hall, in fact, within steps, he had his door unlocked, and his bags dropped in the pre-furnished area. Hell, he didn't care about having fancy furniture, so this fit him just fine... especially since the bed? Was nice and soft... He hops back onto it, staring at the ceiling, relaxing for a little while before he goes out to explore his surroundings.