Hello my name is Leila Claudette Xavier the daughter of Max Oscar Xavier. The CEO of Xavier Arms Of War ou X.A.W. it is the number one provider of weapons for the arm forces. X.A.W. has been around since world war one we are a family of geniuses mean the Xavier are know for that. I graduated from college when I was ten years old and was valedictorian of my high school class at the age of eight. I’m now fifteen. I woke to the sun pouring thought my baie window here in Virginia plage near Camp Pendleton so named after General William Nelson Pendleton an Episcopalian minister at Grace Church in Lexington who Robert E. Lee chief of artillery during the civil war. As I pull myself of my sphere lit that is suspend from the ceiling. In my massive bedroom on the far side of the room was my equilateral sofa that was padded on the inside the out side was purple that stood on four dark wood legs. In front of it was a pair of Victorian style rose chairs in between them was my multi-level wood side table, tableau with these lamps that looked like a tulip. Above it was a overhang light the was made out of half circles in groups. On the mur beside me was the side table, tableau made stainless steel wire that encompassed in glass with had the stainless steal vase on a circuital plate that had calla lily very clean line. Opposite side of my window was a white bureau that was very clean lined very smooth with in front of it was a plastic chair .on the mur beside it was spiral bookshelves that held my most precious livres My computer switched on to my weight touching the ground the man voice on my computer informed me “74° on a Monday morning at 8:32”. As the screen pulls away revealing the Atlantic ocean tide waves and the few men out to riding the waves I watched the whitecaps on the land. I strolled over to my wore rope cupboard and donned my long sleeved black and white striped chemise that my dad had pursues in Paris once about three years il y a when he went there with one of his ex’s amber for one of his many get away. Then I pulled out one of many classic black pantalon, pantalons sport and paired it with my black pumps. Then there was a knock on my door as I looked in the mirror and smooth out my brown hair “enter”. Dulcia my father assistance she has been my father assistance since before I was born she was like a mother to me I have never met my really mother I don’t even know her name. Every time I have ever tried to talk to my father about it he would just say “ she left soon after I was born” that is how it always ends it that conquest.
“your dad wants toi to come down he wants to see toi before we leave for the demonstration and I want to make sure that toi knew we will be gone for a few days after the demonstration we are going to Washington DC for five days for the us weapon review at congress”
“ I remember toi told me last mois remember we went over this year” as I went around her and down the spiraling stair case . My father was stand over Jeffery as he garthed his things and took it out to his mustang. That he would later switch to the plane to go to Washington DC father hates to drive for a long period of time. He looked up at me with a smile my father had a great amount of emotion I think that what it called. He was smart but had graduated from college a lot later then I had he was fifteen when he got out of M.I.T. My father had one fault he has to much emotion. “ha, sweetheart!” “hello, father.” I walked over to him. “ok so your going to be here for a little while par yourself .there is plenty of nourriture in the cuisine ,and if toi need anything Jeffery is on call like always .Dulcia and I will be just a call away ok.”
“understood father I hope it all goes well in the congress and as well with the demonstration”. My father came up to me kisses me on haut, retour au début of the head and gave me a hung. “thank for that try not to blow the house up while I’m gone ok we do not want a repeat of last time” giving me one plus Kiss then walk away before he closed the door he yelled back “I l’amour toi Leila” then he was gone I yelled to the computer “play list” and Kelly Clarkson -start with goodbye came on as I made my way to the cuisine and began to make egg, toast, with a side of crêpes . This was the norm for my father and me to talk little and when we did he would be all about the company. I went over to the geometrical black rectangular canapé leaning back into the armrest “on” I whispered and the TV switch on the news telling me about our competitors the same man that has been trying to take us down since before I was born he is so stuck on himself.