By the time Vic settled into his room at the Genoa City Motor Arms Motel, it was late on Sunday night, and he had resolved on making his appearance before Victor Newman, at Newman Enterprises, on the following morning. He was even almost resolved to accept Victor's job offer. During his flight, he had worked on a pros and cons of accepting it. The biggest con was that it would put him under the control of a very powerful, ruthless person whom he barely knew. However, he couldn't figure out how his current career path was any less risky. Did he really have anything to lose in going to work for his biological father? Newman Enterprises was an internationally renowned company. Just being able to put it on his resume would be a great career move, and besides, nothing would tie him to it permanently. Most of all, he just saw it as an opportunity to know more about the father he never knew until recently and the origin of his own existence. As he sat in the seedy motel room, he also thought about his name. He was Victor Adam Wilson, always known by others and thinking of himself as Vic. It was impossible now to think of that without realizing that he had been named Victor Newman, and that just felt…..weird. The name Adam came from his mother, whose maiden name was Adams. Vic began now to think for the first time in his life of going by Adam instead of Vic. Especially in Genoa City, it made sense to go by Adam Wilson, given that in this town, it was unlikely that he could ever escape the shadow of Victor Newman.
He showed up at Newman Enterprises wearing his best suit, which he had packed so carefully for the trip from New York. The closer he came to Victor's CEO office, the sillier he felt. The feeling as he approached the desk of his father's secretary can only be described as butterflies in the stomach. Actually, he felt like he did not even have a stomach as he opened his mouth to speak.
"My name is Vic Wilson. I came for a meeting with Mr. Newman."
She smiled sweetly. "Do you have an appointment?"
"No," he said. "Can you just tell him that I'm here?"
"Sure," she said. She picked up the phone and announced to her boss that a Vic Wilson was waiting to see him. The response from the other end of the line surprised her. She hung up the phone. "Go on, he wants to see you right away."
"Well, I'll be damned," came the great man's voice as Vic stepped into the office.
"Hello, sir," Vic said nervously but with forced confidence. He looked directly at Newman, who approached him with arms outstretched. Vic extended his arm as for a handshake, thus putting a little distance between them and preventing the hug that was obviously Victor's intention. Victor let it pass and they shook hands.
"It's good to see you. I have to admit, when we said goodbye in Kansas, I wasn't sure if you would come." Victor walked to the drink cart. "Can I offer you something? Water or something stronger?"
"Water is fine," said Vic.
Victor returned to his desk with a water for Vic and a scotch for himself. "Well, what brings you here? Curiosity or dare I say interest in my offer?"
"Both," said Vic. "I am interested in the offer."
"Why the change of heart?"
Vic hesitated and his hesitation prompted Victor to add: "Don't get me wrong. I asked you to come work at Newman because I want my family involved in the company. Newman is a family company and my children are always welcome to work here."
"I want to make something clear," Vic said as he took a seat opposite Victor. He took a quick sip of water and then proceeded. "I'm not here as your son."
Victor gave him a penetrating stare, his head bent forward, and his eyes hooded. "You are my son, whether you want to accept it or not. I think you will find that in Genoa City, you won't find it easy to hide from that fact."
"I understand that," Vic conceded. "I would just prefer to keep it professional. For instance, I am keeping the name of Wilson, the man who raised me and was my father in all the ways that matter."
"Cliff Wilson was a good man," acknowledged Victor.
"And I'd like to be known by my middle name from here on out. Adam Wilson."
As Victor considered his son's words, he lifted his chin and continued to study the young man closely. "Is that right?"
"Yes. I think Genoa City may not have room for another Victor."
The old man couldn't help smiling at this. "That may be. Adam Wilson it is. I gather that this all means you accept my job offer?"
"It does," said 'Adam.' "Under one condition."
Victor waited in silence.
"I'm not going to call you 'dad' or anything. I'd like to keep it lowkey, the fact that you are my biological father. And I don't want any special treatment."
Victor smirked. "You want to be regarded for your own merits."
"Exactly," said Adam. "I don't want anyone to be able to say that I'm only here because of nepotism."
"Why are you here?"
"I'm here because I graduated second in my class from Harvard Business School. I'm one of the best and brightest among young business minds to recently graduate from the most prestigious MBA program in the world. Newman offers a lot of opportunities and challenges for me."
Victor was smiling broader than ever now. "I'm convinced. You're hired." They shook hands across the desk.
"Where are you staying?"
"Eh… A motel, the Motor Arms? The first one I saw on the road from the airport."
Victor shook his head. "No, you must stay at the ranch."
Adam resisted. "That seems like special treatment to me."
"Well, at least let me recommend better lodgings than the Motor Arms. You should stay at the Athletic Club. And give them my name. They will treat you very well."
Adam thanked him for the recommendation. After he was gone, Victor picked up the phone and dialed the number for the Genoa City Athletic Club.
"Yes, hello, Victor Newman speaking. There's a young man, a new employee of mine, on his way there. I want you to provide the best suite you have to him, and send me the bill. Give him anything he wants and treat him like royalty. OK? Thank you…. And please, don't tell him you're sending me the bills. Just let him think that he's paying."