Brave New World

Windows, rolled down, sunglasses, taken off, hair, neatly blowing behind him, driving gloves, tightly fit. Neuman abandoned his chauffer a ways back in his old life. Suitcase in hand and accessories in place Neuman pursues his father's wishes to find his roots, to look for a way to be in touch with the poorest of consumers and more importantly to find out what life would lead should he fail in new reign. Neuman glances at the surroundings, a Target, a sports center, not poor enough, it needs to look bad, it's supposed to feel awful. He drives onward to his new life.

The Jaguar comes to a trot. The windows are bombarded by smells of restaurants that usually would only come from exotic trips, and yet made in very... what's the word, eccentric fashion. Perfect. Neuman passes a motel with seemingly 2 cars to an occupied room. At least they look like cars. It's nice but something about it makes it seem like a very temporary residence.

Neuman sets his sights on the seemingly tallest building, a towering monstrosity amongst most the rabble, yet it's architecture (due to years of training) is noticeably ancient like a Stonehenge amongst specs of sin. Something about it seems unavoidably drawing. The Jaguar pulls into the parking lot. The stick locks into place as the Jaguar's wheels disengage and the wheels lock. The Jaguar runs silent. Neuman turns the key and takes a deep breath. This is my new home. For now, just treat this as a little project. Neuman takes the keys and unlocks the car taking his suitcase, a large book, a wallet and the suit on him. He kisses his necklace and tucks it back in tightening his cuff links promptly tossing his keys behind him on the windshield with the door unlocked.

It's going to be fine. It won't be long until he controls his father's assets. Despite an incredible arrogance permeating from him he leans on the table of the front desk paying the clerk up front asking for a simple window room. Neuman's eyes a lushful greenish blue he only runs his fingers through his hair to take in the steps he's taking to fulfill his father's wishes. The locks of the fine black hair seems to place itself in a jet smooth flatness. He feels the absence of 'business gel' sighing heavily. The clerk comes back with a key and Neuman takes the key graciously. He eyes the elevator and he doesn't need take out his fake stylish reading glasses to see that it makes for a perfect time to maintain his cardio by taking the stairs.

The teeth on the key reveal it's wear, but it's after a few jiggles the door forces open. So this is home. He locks the door and unpacks his new life. It won't be long now. Better to get settled in. Neuman watches his Jaguar from the window and can't help but wonder, what's its final destination is and when will it arrive there.