With a solid grunt, the ginger haired man tossed his stylus pen to the desk and rubbed at his tired eyes. Despite having spent the majority of the day unpacking boxes in a haphazard fashion (a trait very much unlike him), the near work-a-holic CEO could not keep himself away from his work for long. There were financial orders to double check, new business propositions to consider, PR responses to oversee, to top off the many other responsibilities one has being the owner of a sizeable company. He might not be in charge of a financial market, but the growth his business has seen over the course of it's founding was remarkable even by big wig standards. McGillian Books Corp. at a value of 40.0 Billion was nothing to sneer at.<br/><br/>The laptop screen in front of him took on a slightly blurry turn, making Joshua come to the conclusion he had been sitting at his desk too long. While to the outside world he was a ruthless cut and dry businessman, who took risks and plunges that many publishing companies would not dare, few saw the reality once the hardcovers were closed and the spines pushed away; he was drained. With all the flair of a young successful entrepreneur in the modern world, being a powerhouse in it didn't do him any favours. He had to fill a certain role that was ever changing, especially in a field where paper and  ink had a long history of remaining stubbornly stagnant. Not Joshua. He took that future bull by the horns, rode on it's back even with it tossing and turning to annihilate him, but he remained triumphant. His life was that of business meetings in high towered glass rooms across the country and beyond, breaking into foreign markets without mercy to set his foothold.<br/><br/>That was most likely why having the rug pulled out from under his feet in his home life nearly shook him down to his core. Joshua hated surprises on a good day; a back stabbing in the form of rumple sheets and spilled wine was worse.<br/><br/>Stretching out his broad muscular back, he pushed back his high-backed chair and stood, rubbing the back of his neck. His office was the most set up room in the house, even more so than his bedroom, which still lacked sheets. He had explicitly made sure his wifi had been set up and running properly before even moving in, in case video calls were needed. His competent subordinates seemed to be handling the wheel just fine in his absence, but Joshua didn't want to be away for long. Despite the few friends he still had begging him to take some form of vacation, he refused. Taking a few days to move and settle in was already too much time wasted.<br/><br/>If he timed the rest of his day right, he could try to set up at least the bench press in the basement and work out some of this aggravation. That phone call from Geroge earlier still set his mood to boil, wishing that the hag of an ex-wife would get the idea through her dull-witted skull that his business assets were untouchable to her. He had started this business before they had even dated, therefore she had no stake in it's stocks or worth. The old house he had willingly given up and let her keep, too disgusted over the fact they had probably fucked all over the damn place to stay there a moment longer. Hiring an exorcist was not on his high priorities list. The woman still had the gall to think that he would give her more money simply because he could acquire it. He had been more that generous even with the circumstances of their divorce.<br/><br/>Fucking greedy bitch. Why had he ever married her?<br/><br/>Once again he turned towards the wall length windows, looking out into his yard in an attempt to soothe the aching burn. Taking a few deep breaths, he shut his eyes and let his forehead rest against the glass, brows furrowed deep in thought. He reminded himself why he moved to this area in particular. The neighbourhood was for families, but while there was probably some nosy neighbours and a weekly barbecue that he'll need to attend for the sake of goodly neighbour appearances, it was quiet compared to the city. Joshua liked the city, downtown with the honking horns and bustle of people rushing to get to their jobs, sirens blaring and sky trains screeching. But the chaos had been unsettling to him, too much noise when he needed to gather his senses. This was for his own good.<br/><br/>Lashes much to long for a corporate man brushed against his skin as the blue eyes opened, unfocused as his mind wandered. Absently they scanned the expertly tailored grass and landscaped shrubbery, somewhat uncaring as they looked over into his neighbour's yard. The sun was out, reflecting on the water, and two men with the same face were taking a swim, bodies naked and hands grazing all over--<br/><br/>His eyes widened in surprise, realization catching up with his train of thought. First that the young men indeed had identical faces, perfect in their mirrored images, though one has more or less hidden from view. Second, that yes, they were completely naked. In the pool. And it wasn't a game of skinning dipping or tossing around a set of trunks in a game of chase. No, with the way those hands were suspiciously moving, over one another, something of a different nature was going on.<br/><br/>Something that left Joshua's jaw slightly open, still staring. He couldn't look away as the sight compelled him to watch transfixed.