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2020.

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A Kendall Roy (Succession) Series

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: established relationship.

All characters are of age. This story is 18+.

part 1 part 2

NEW YORK

 “Hi, I’m looking for Kendall? Comco?” says a lean, off the street, suited up man. There are creases on his pants. His jaw is slacked and eyes are blown and puffy. She turns her gaze over to Frank from her position on the chair handrest and motions for him to acknowledge him. Frank fixes his tie and doubles over. Emily clanks her teeth and looks over at Kendall.

She wonders if he had received her lawyer’s notice. Kendall still has those washed-up ocean eyes, Emily notices. It wouldn’t surprise her if he tried to subdue her lawyer or worse, buy him out. He was fully capable of going to any extent to prove his superiority. But she was tired of the game. It isn’t fun like it used to be back then. Long before, they were fighting and making up. His strong arms were always there to cradle her when she fell apart. But this time it was radio silence. She had wailed at first, throwing hands like a child. And then she went back to work like it was any other day at the firm.

The Business Alchemist opens his decked-up briefcase. His cerulean eyes roam over the room and settle on Emily. He relaxes his nerves and speaks.

“I was sent by” he looks flustered “Roman. To burn some sage?”

Inside the briefcase are a bunch of dried herbs. Emily quirks her brows. It is so biblical; she wants to laugh. Instead, her eyes gleam with anticipation. If she stayed up all night trying to write an official email to Logan about the buyout hike and explaining to her lawyer how to approach Kendall’s legal team, her foundation does not show it. She runs her hand through her hair untangling it, she squints her eyes towards the team expecting someone to speak up about the security breach.

“Excuse me?” Kendall’s mouth is open. Theres a bead of sweat on his Adam’s apple and his neck looks so menacingly appealing.

“It’s auspicious? I’m a business alchemist. It’s a gift, from your brother. He has a bunch of sage pulled out.” Emily perks up at the mention of the younger Roy. She has always held a soft spot for the joker card.

“Will it set off the smoke alarms?”

“Not usually.”

“‘Not usually’?” Kendall questions mockingly. Emily tries not to laugh. A small smile seeps its way through. Kendall gazes at her longingly. The day has been good so far. And if the board notices, they don’t react. 

“Yeah, we’re looking at a 20 billion market cap merger so I think we’ll need a little more reassurance before we break it up with a building evacuation?” Frank looks up at Emily in an affectionate manner to put some sense in her caffeine filled mind. She looks right back at him.

Just then, Roman Roy, 38, taut and face like midsummer dream, ready to roll, steps in. He’s wearing a blue suit with gelled back hair. Emily offers him a nod. He ignores her with a huff.

“Hey Hey Hey Motherfuckers!” he says with his usual charm.

“We’re just concerned about the smoke alarm?” Frank looks confused if not surprised.

“Yeah, right, bad ju-ju.” He points towards the business alchemist” I think just fuck off thanks.” He waves his hands as he rushes him out.

 “You okay man?” Kendall’s face gives out his true feelings. Is he there to breach his step up to the company?

“Of course I’m okay. Obviously, I’m okay. Why do you ask?” Kendall interrupts him with something but Roman is quick to ignore his pleas in a Roy fashion. Roman continues “So what’s the bid?” Everyone looks around. For being in such high positions, Emily wonders, they do not have much vocational skills. But she understands, one syllable overstepping the mark, and the Roy’s would fuck them over for life.

“What that’s “commercially sensitive” - I’m still on the board bro!” Roman genuinely feels left out most of the time. But Emily knows better, the actual oldest sibling remains forgotten all the time.

Kendall hesitates. “One twenty five.”

Roman is sceptic. He isn’t going to put himself out there by pinning down just what this implies. Emily scans his face, she of course knows he wants to say.

“Whatever! You seriously think you can swallow something this big? Your funeral. You’ll be captain soon enough.” He lets out a bitter laugh. Kendall widens his eyes motioning him to shut the fuck up.

“Oh c’mon, every intern on the Street knows you’re stepping up. Congrats man, congrats. So pleased to be out. The company was essentially a cage to me.” He looks around and chuckles.

“And look at this fucking bullshit, chipmunk doesn’t even bother to call me back.” Roman finally smiles up to Emily. The room lights up. He moves up to hug his brother’s wife. He wraps his arms around her in a bear hug. He smells fruity. Almost a strawberry scent with notes of vanilla. Emily lets out a breath.

The team scatters out not wanting to witness the family’s interactions. “I’ve missed you” Emily whispers, hands clawing at his chest. Her eyes are glossy. He whispers something back to her but she’s too lost in comfort to listen to his blabber. Kendall is standing outside the glass door looking at them. His eye bags appear more prominent. He’s trying to breathe in but all he’s offered is carbon.

2PM

The room at the investment bank has been tidied up, but recessed with breakfast stuff. Emily is sitting there quietly circling the plate with her spoon. The pasta sauce has almost dried up. There’s a crack of the doors opening.

“Logan?”

“How’s it going?” he passes a genuine lift. The room jerks into life with a bolt of electricity, everyone present sits up tidier. They try to adjust to the new center of gravity in the room. Yet, this is a poised version. Logan sweeps the room. He clocks Frank. And winks at him.

“Hey, need something? Emily walks up to the bear. He’s moving in to the private space where Kendall is sitting. She takes a moment to consider if she wants to be a part of this specific family time. She turns back on her heel and tells him she’ll be right out. She lets out a breath when she realizes he’s gone. There’s a buzz of surprise inside the room. It takes a while before she gets her call.

“Uh-huh. That’s what we expect. Do you need Emily?” Logan calls out for her looking at his son in distaste. Kendall looks paranoid. He wants everything to go his way. And he definitely doesn’t want to seem like a manchild who needs his wife for everything. Emily walks in with slow steps and logan motion her towards the papers in hand.  

“Do I need to lawyer all this?” she looks at Kendall questioningly. She’s not sure where he stands with his father after the latest mishaps and roman’s arrival. Her eyes are blank when Kendall tries to read her expressions.

“It’s housekeeping.” Logan hands Kendall a pen. There is thick tension in the air. Even though Kendall wants to be trusted he still worries about the prophecy. He looks over at Emily. She’s going through the papers with pursued lips. Theres a frown on her forehead. Kendall knows this can’t be good.

Logan clearly wants this - and Kendall wants to be liked, to demonstrate his faith. Logan throughout the ordeal continues making an assessment of his son. Emily looks up at him and blinks twice. There is no time. Kendall takes the pen.

3PM

 “Yeah. On that. Lunch. I really want to be with you but –“Kendall motions to the room, the deal.

“If you need to stay here, you need to stay here.” Kendall tries to read his dad.

“Thank you. I really want to be with you?” Kendall looks over at Emily to look for agreement. She stays still. “It’s just, in case anything blows up. Not that I can see how it would” Kendall waits for a hint. But Logan gives him no steer. He’s trying to read the situation how his father would. Kendall wants his dad to tell him what to do, but also, both personally and professionally doesn’t want to ask for direction.

“Son, it’s your call. It’s just - priorities. That’s hard. Business versus family. I hope you, on the other hand, will be there”. Logan motion towards Emily. She nods looking down. Marcia had given her a call inviting her. Marcia had also implied that she didn’t understand why she had to call the couple on both ends. Emily though agitated by her remarks, replied curtly that she would love to visit representing the senior team.

“Listen. Let me see how things break down, okay?” Kendall is interested now if he wasn’t before. He thought Emily would up front refuse any personal meetings with his family. But he realizes that the wound runs deeper.

Logan rushes off and Kendall pulls Emily to an empty boardroom.

Author’s note: Next chapter will be filled with smut. Yooohoo less go. Any and all interactions are highly appreciated. Also requests for other fandoms are open <3

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A Kendall Roy (Succession) Series

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: faint mentions of established relationship, sexual tension. All characters are of age. This story is 18+.

part 1

NEW YORK

3.12 AM

Emily stares at the white flushed screen of the newest shitop available in the market. She’s deciphering the flow of the shares today. Her glasses are turning blue with all the big numbers and the emails flowing through the system. There’s an untouched tumbler of souvenir matcha sitting on her desk. Her room’s illuminated a pale white with white lilies on her nightstand and an empty buzz from her phone. Emily rubs her temple, according to the entire finance department of Waystar, the Roys will take the company down with them by a decade. The lavish living and black dog services come with a price. A price they’ve long since forgotten to repay. Emily grunts and bites back her tongue. She looks up at the cerulean walls of her home painted with the same blood as them. Her chestnut eyes gleam, she dreams of Sicily and lush cherries. Bruised corridors and bluer skin. She turns towards the New York sky, cracking her knuckles and wonders how ground hog criminal she must’ve been to witness the corporate red with her own hands.

The next morning, a tall man with pale beach skin and visibly rich eye bags sits with four or five of his advisors and a bunch of younger executives. Emily does not accompany them. She stalls in her own office looking at the sugary buyout. She’s about ninety percent sure that Lawrence, the eldest son’s new venture, will and soon fuck Waystar. She lets out a giddy laugh in her mind and stays put at her cabin, chivalry gleaming in her eyes. Her posture is sleek, not too laid back but neither very professional. Kendall, suited up with cocaine in his back pocket, looks engaged, and rightly denounced, a little too lively.  

“This is a merger offer. Not an acquisition. We love what you do.” Kendall appears really passionate about the deal going through. His hands are clammy. He stares right through the upturned eye of the media guy.

“I get it. Of course, someone is always boss. And I don’t think that would be me?”

Kendall’s eyes briefly meet Emily. She’s intensely watching how this playdate plays out. Kendall can’t seem to focus between her glass of white wine at 11 am and that too tight white skirt riding up her thigh. He pretends to fix his tie. Hands imitating her face full of his length. He’s gone. Lilacs and bright Italian skies take over his vision. He’s sucking in another breath. So gone.

Kendall nullifies the rest of the conversation from his head. His eyes juggling between his two memento moris. There seems to a notable disagreement though, Emily senses it before she sees it. Her lip twitches as Lawrence stands up to leave. Kendall abruptly follows, seemingly surprised at the turn of the events. They walk next to each other down the wide corridor that border glass offices with venetian blinds on each side. He’s even wearing those knuckle deep expensive boardroom shoes, Emily peeks. Kendall steals a glance before the elevator door dings. She’s looking back at him with remorse. Soon, Lawrence whispers something inexcusable in his ear and the board sees him visibly loose his composure. He leaves the floor’s eyeshot rattled in fury.

LONDON

10 AM

“It’s inappropriate. It’s a fitness, thing. It’s - it’s basically a heart rate monitor. It’s a fucking abortion.” A broad shoulder man squeals. “is that what you give your 80 year soon to be father in law? To your boss? As a gesture of obeisance? When you’re looking for promotion? Or is that, say, like giving him a colostomy bag and a viagra? The optics are fucking horrible.” He keeps rambling on to the redhead beside him. She takes no notice of the priced-up suit or her satin shirt shining in the harsh auburn sun. Two black Mercedes line up bedside them.

Shiv, instead, is focused on a text.

Shiv: you coming?

Em: maybe :/

“Tom. It’s fine. Yeah, my Dad doesn’t really like things.” She advises him to throw ten to fifteen grand at some posh shop that sells sea shells. She’s staring at her phone with pursed lips.

NEW YORK

1PM

  “So, last call guys. We happy?” Kendall frantically looks around his team. Emily sits there looking uninterested at their long faces and sheets of robbery. Jess took an appointment, filing “wife needed for support” for her to be there. Back in the day, rose would’ve tainted her cheeks. Now, she only sits there. Stoic, unimpressed. She knows all too well that this was just another tactic for her to see him win. He’s bitter. And he hopes she knows.

Frank reassures him, ”If the committee play straight, we win. If they don’t, we go legal.”

“And we don’t want to just bump the number another point?” Young Alessandro, the investment banker looks towards Emily almost questioning the authority of her presence.

“You’ve already over ridden your Bali beach numbers. Although, I can give you an extra mil to demonstrate a knuckle fuck to Frank” Emily looks Kendall dead in the eye as if scolding a child. She crosses her legs and sits up straighter. Alessandro witnesses the change in power dynamics.

“You wanna call your Dad?” Alessandro offers.

Kendall looks like someone’s punched him in the nuts but he refuses to react. Emily only juts out her lips. She’s almost on the verge of enacting the scenes from their college days. Kendall gives her a so much so a threating look in response. His eyes dart to her mulberry pink lips. His mind fickle enough, churns him back to those same hot days with Emily on her knees.

 “Do I want to call my Dad?” he glares at the board.

“No” he comprehends. “I don’t want to call my Dad.”

“Do you want to call your Dad?” he bites back.  

“Does anyone want to call their Dad?” Silence surrounds the cascading white room except the timely tapping of Emily’s jimmy choos.

“Okay. No one wants to talk to thier Dad. So, let’s get in there, buy this fucking company and go top ten, shall we? I’m pushing the bid to 120. Okay?” Emily lets out a sigh in disapproval. Kendall pays no mind to her wandering gaze down his body. She wonders how she can put this in the mad bear’s plate without pissing him off.

1 AM

“What’s the number?” logan’s call disrupts Kendall in the midnight. Kendall did know, there was going to be consequences to raising the bid. He only hoped Emily had flower petaled logans fuck over shoes to bendable China. He dabs his forehead with a white tea cloth to soothe his nerves.

“I’m going to one twenty.” He intakes a sharp breath, eyes blown and sitting upright. he prays that his quaver of tone isn’t detectable. He fists his bedsheet into a stress ball. A minute goes by where you can hear the chaotic New York night pass by. He’s untouchable; how does the teen spirit bubblegum wrath seep in?  He speaks further in a fever dream, “Good. Look are we still good for tomorrow? Today?”

“Uh-huh. Yeah.” Logan is tapping away on his mouse. Unfocused eyes cram in all the emails from the week.

“Cos it’s gonna get out there?” Kendall’s eyes twinkle. They perfectly reflect the times square brightness.

“We’ll announce.” Logan rolls his eyes. His right hand is reaching for the will in his drawer.

“Great, so I can pre-floating to like Frank and Emily? If I need to. Cos it’s getting soft-floated.” The line goes dead. Kendall closes his eyes. He’s breathing raggedly. Theres a voice in the back of his head telling him he’s going to fuck it up. He blinks. Hard.

authors note: engagement of any sort is greatly appreciated. will try to update the next part this week itself <3

part 2