05-21-2019, 03:07 PM
Jivana wasn't really known for throwing big bashes. At least not here in Moscow, but their new research facility and business branch's open would change that. This was where Cruz would take the family business. VP of RnD was not his title yet, but it was his as soon as he graduated from Moscow University.
And his grandfather had spend a pretty fortune on the new facility in the heart of Moscow. All before his father betrayed him. This was all planed and set in stone, and now Cruz was here. Not that he didn't want to be here however, he loved Moscow, right in the center of the world where the most powerful people pushed and shoved to get the Ascendancy's attention. Cruz had no desire for that, but the chance to learn from the greatest mind was something that he longed for. He envied Nox in having met the man personally on several occasions. Though Nox didn't exactly think it was such a great thing, and his attitude probably had a lot to do with it, stupid Americans.
Though without Nox Cruz wouldn't be here. He'd probably be dead. It was Ivan who had helped him stay alive, but it was Nox who gave him the tools so he didn't blow himself up. And that was more important than just surviving.
But now dressed in a brand new tux Cruz was first and foremost the heir to the Jivana throne - when his grand father retired, Cruz would get the mantle. CEO of Jivana. One of the most prestigious medical equipment and research facilities in the world. The Vega family legacy, and he was sole heir to it.
They were hosting the grand opening in the lower level of the new facility. The lobby, and several conference rooms were dedicated to hosting special events to show case the technology and their research projects coming to the building upon it's final opening stages. It was an open bar, mix and mingle type event. Soft music played through the hidden speakers and there were presentations everywhere to be found. Jivana was showing what it had to offer the community - not only projects but the wealth it brought to the city. Not to mentioned the new jobs.
Cruz didn't sit at some table and wait. He walked around the gathering at his grand father's side. If he was a younger version of his father, Senior Vega was what he'd look like when he was that age. There was no denying the family resemblance.
"Come Cruz, let's meet our guests." Emilio Vega said as he straightened out the fabric of Cruz's lapels and they were out on the floor making a name for himself.
And his grandfather had spend a pretty fortune on the new facility in the heart of Moscow. All before his father betrayed him. This was all planed and set in stone, and now Cruz was here. Not that he didn't want to be here however, he loved Moscow, right in the center of the world where the most powerful people pushed and shoved to get the Ascendancy's attention. Cruz had no desire for that, but the chance to learn from the greatest mind was something that he longed for. He envied Nox in having met the man personally on several occasions. Though Nox didn't exactly think it was such a great thing, and his attitude probably had a lot to do with it, stupid Americans.
Though without Nox Cruz wouldn't be here. He'd probably be dead. It was Ivan who had helped him stay alive, but it was Nox who gave him the tools so he didn't blow himself up. And that was more important than just surviving.
But now dressed in a brand new tux Cruz was first and foremost the heir to the Jivana throne - when his grand father retired, Cruz would get the mantle. CEO of Jivana. One of the most prestigious medical equipment and research facilities in the world. The Vega family legacy, and he was sole heir to it.
They were hosting the grand opening in the lower level of the new facility. The lobby, and several conference rooms were dedicated to hosting special events to show case the technology and their research projects coming to the building upon it's final opening stages. It was an open bar, mix and mingle type event. Soft music played through the hidden speakers and there were presentations everywhere to be found. Jivana was showing what it had to offer the community - not only projects but the wealth it brought to the city. Not to mentioned the new jobs.
Cruz didn't sit at some table and wait. He walked around the gathering at his grand father's side. If he was a younger version of his father, Senior Vega was what he'd look like when he was that age. There was no denying the family resemblance.
"Come Cruz, let's meet our guests." Emilio Vega said as he straightened out the fabric of Cruz's lapels and they were out on the floor making a name for himself.