Katherine Jackson
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*Disclaimer! This is my first time writing and I had no editor. Constructive comments are always welcome, and I would love to know what you think of the story.
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Standing at the police station Ash frantically turned on his laptop. It had only been missing a couple of hours, and he was surprised that the police had even found it. Fuck. He quickly saw that the most important document in the world to him right now, was missing. The computer wasn’t valuable in itself, however the file it contained, it worth more than his yearly salary, in the right hands. Hoping against hope that whoever had decided to ruin his life wasn’t particularly bight, he took a deep breath and clicked on the recycling bin. Nothing. Shit. Fuck. And fuck some more. He was dead.
Ash had been following his client’s girlfriend around and had some pretty incriminating pictures of her, and like an idiot. He had kept the only file of them on his PC. He had no fucking idea who took his laptop, or his phone, and he wouldn’t have even gave a shit if his boss wasn’t the hard ass he was. He’d seen people quietly ‘removed’ for a lesser mistake than the one he just made. In hindsight, setting both his phone and his laptops to the single easiest password to guess, Password, may not have been the smartest move.
If he got out of this one with his life, or maybe even his job, he swore he was going to go back to church, and that he would be there in the pew worshiping right along with the rest of the saps. He set his laptop back in its black case, slipped his phone into his pocket, and walked out of the police station. New York has a well deserved reputation for being the city that never sleeps. Its was almost one am and yet the whole goddamn city seemed to be awake. Gathering his wits about him, he strode towards his office building. Working for Homeland security seemed like the dream job, not an average day of work for Ash. And since he was pretty sure this was the last time he would ever do this, he stopped at the doors.
Rising above him at an impressive height was his building, where his boss worked, the very same man who also happened to be his bother. Lance worked at the very top rung of Homeland, and took his job extremely seriously. He wasn’t going to be happy about this. Fuck. Ash let out a very shaky breath and walked into the building labeled Bank. They couldn’t exactly be obvious in his line of work so the first ten floors or so of the building, there actually was a bank. And although most didn’t know it, the most secure bank ever.
The secretary barely looked at him as he passed by and got on the elevator, and yet Ash knew she could have told anyone who asked who he was, what he was wearing, and probably a whole slew of things that Ash himself didn’t even know. The fact that he was only twenty had nothing to with his job here and everyone knew it. They also knew that the half the company could have been his, if he had wanted it to be, but he didn’t want to be tied down to a career just yet.
The elevator arrived on his floor and he crossed directly to his brother’s office where he knew the secretary had already informed him of his arrival. He knocked once, than stood outside hands clasped. Inside he could hear Lance growl out, Enter.
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A good two hours later Ash exited, after being thoroughly reamed. He still had his job, but there would be no church for him this Sunday, In a particularly cruel turn of events, he had to be the one to deliver the news to the client that he had screwed up. The goddamn President’s son. He had been following the girlfriend of the afore mentioned man, for about six weeks. Just as he was finishing up his work on the cheating bitch, his apartment got broken into. And the only two things stolen were his laptop with the oh-so-important file on it and his phone. They were only missing about three hours, the only three hours he allowed himself to sleep. In this, his one moment of reprieve, they were taken from him. He went down to the police station to report them items as stolen, only to find that they were already waiting for him there. But the damage had been done. Ash was no longer in possession of the pictures. And now he had to go tell the First Son how much he had screwed up, on the only job he wasn’t allowed to fuck up.
As Ash walked back to his apartment, mind full of thoughts of tomorrow, he didn’t notice the the black jaguar passing him on the road, the driver paying special attention to him as he walked.
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Barley even conscious, he slapped his alarm clock to the floor. He never was much of a morning person, but as soon as he remembered what he had to do today, all he wanted was to disappear underneath his comforter. He allowed himself about two more seconds of self pity, than heaved himself out of bed and got dressed. Standing in the kitchen looking at what it had to offer him, he opted to eat on the way. Stepping on to the forever busy streets, Ash grabbed a bagel and hailed a cab. Once safely inside he checked his phone, mainly to reassure himself that their parting had been brief, but also see if Lance had tried to get in touch with him. No new messages. Shit. He was kind half of hoping for a ‘You are fired’ text, but he knew the world wasn’t nearly that nice to a guy like him.
‘So what a pretty thing like you heading for a motel like this one anyways,’ drawled out the cab driver, looking at him in the review mirror. Ash, instead of giving this dick a response, stared him down. ‘Fine then…,’ the cabbie muttered to himself. Ash hated it when people commented on his looks. Well… he was hott. And in the way that everyone notices. Olive skin, jet black hair and summer green eyes. It really pisses him off, seeing as his job is to observe people without being observed himself. Looking the way he did, it was a huge problem. On most jobs, he had to down play his looks with brown contacts and a ball cap. On personal meetings, such as the on he was headed to, he had to wear a suit. Which only helped to amplify his overall yummyness.
He checked his watch. Damn, it was six thirty already. He was barely going to make his meeting with Vasly, the First Son. The put-out cab driver pulled up to the sad excuse for a motel and stuck out his hand. He payed the man and slipped out of the cab. He brushed the nonexistent remains of bagel off his suit while studying the building. It was nothing to look at on the outside, one dirty building in dire need of being torn down, boasting of bed bugs, cold showers, and a way to high of a rate to stay there. Ash didn’t let the outside fool him though, and with sure strides crossed the equally grungy lobby to the elevator. He pressed to button that would deliver him one floor down, and chewed his lip. He was tempted to flee this building and the man who was to meet him here. Before he change his mind, the doors opened and he stepped onto a hardwood floor of luxury. As he passed between the metal detector, two men came up to flank him. They walked with him down a corridor and he took a seat on the plush Lazy Boy in a crude but posh waiting area.
‘He’ll be right with you’, one of his silent companions said and they both departed.
Ash tried not to shift as he was left in the area alone. Minutes passed. Lots of minutes. Just as he was about to get out his phone and check to make sure that he was where he was meant to be, a young man breathlessly rounded the corner. Looking disheveled and flushed, he could tell the guy was obviously running late, as he didn’t notice Ash, and went into the office reserved for The First Son. Surely that’s not him he thought even as the two men who escorted him here came around to get him couple of minutes later.
He sucked in a deep breath and stood. Entering the office, he immediately noticed three things. First, that the First Son was young. Like twenty something. And that he had on jeans and a printed graphic tee. The second was that he had his feet up on his desk. The last thing he noticed after sl
iding his eyes around the room was that the First son was also extremely hot.
Huge baby blue eyes, fair skin, and contrasting dark purple hair.
‘Leave us.’ Vasly was looking right at Ash with a hungry look. A look that screamed of power and dominance. ‘Now,’ He barked to his two bodyguards. They stood a moment looking between the First Son and his visitor. Then, realizing that their jobs were seconds away from being terminated, they nodded to him, and retreated. ‘Sorry about those two, they lack basic manners, but they do their jobs well. I’m Vasly,’ he said in a much warmer tone and stuck out his hand.
‘I know. I mean, nice to meet you,’ Ash finally got out and took his out stretched hand. Where his?… They were. Vasly’s nails were painted black. ‘I’m Ash.’
Vasly smiled and walked to his chair. ‘Sit, sit.’
Ash sat. And after a pause he attempeted a smile. He was sure he failed misurably. Vasly looked at him for a bit with squinted eyes, than gave a small chuckle.
All kinds of alarms going off in his head, he choked out a small, ‘What?’
This time the First Son let out an actual laugh. ‘I… Oh, haha… I know why your… hahaha, Here. You just look so scared and small. Hahaha.’
Letting himself to have a small smile he asked, ‘Really?’
‘Yeah. Geez, you really think I wasn’t the first to know that my private eyes apartment was broken into?’ Now that Ash thought about it, that would make sense. Vasly, coming down from his laugh attack, pinned Ash with a steely gaze, ‘And I know who did it too.’
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