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Still Sunday in Texas! Technically. I actually finished this like 20 minutes ago but got distracted. Sorry guys :/ So this is super late and I have no valid excuse… I love you guys? And I’m sowwy :(
Anyway this is mostly filler, but stuff actually starts to happen in the next part so yay (:
On with the show
As I walked into work on Monday morning, I felt relaxed. Justin and I had spent all of Sunday just chilling at his house- I guess I should start calling it our house now- and it had been nice. We hadn’t done anything like that for a while and I loved just spending time with him. After Saturday night- or I guess Sunday morning- , I had definitely needed the rest too.
“Hey girl.” Taylor had been leaning against my desk waiting for me as I came in and I grinned easily at her.
“Hey,” I put all of my stuff down before sitting in front of my computer, “Don’t you have work to do today?” I was the secretary for the editor-in-chief- of Luxe magazine, so all of my work was done behind this desk, but Taylor was a photographer, so she spent a lot of time out taking pictures.
She shook her head. “Nah, not until later anyway.” She moved some stuff over and sat on my desk, facing me with a grin. “How was your anniversary? I didn’t hear from you yesterday so I’m guessing that it went well?” Taylor gave me an exaggerated wink and I laughed. “Yeah, it was nice.”
“Where did he take you? I bet it was super romantic!” she sighed. I frowned remembering the business dinner. That hadn’t been the part of the evening I had been talking about when I said it was nice. I was definitely talking about what happened afterwards.
“Actually he had to go to some business thing so he brought me with him.”
“Oh,” Taylor pulled a face, “That sounds boring.” I shrugged. The dinner on the yacht had been okay. But even with my business degree, I didn’t understand even half of what those people were talking about; it was as if they were talking in some weird code. And Gerald Skyes was downright creepy. I don’t know how Justin’s dad had been partners with him for so long, but then again I never met Justin’s dad; I just assumed he must have been a great person because he raised Justin pretty much all by himself and Justin turned out fine. Overall, the entire dinner was just odd; a lot of the guests just gave me this weird bad vibe. Justin’s friends had all been nice though; I was glad that I had finally met them.
“It was ok; some of the people were a little weird. But Justin definitely made it up to me afterwards,” I grinned and Taylor laughed.
“I can already guess how he made it up to you,” she teased.
“Good, because I’m not giving you any details,” I replied with a wink.
“Sel, you know I live vicariously through you! Hearing about your dates with Justin let’s me delude myself into believing my love life isn’t nonexistent. “
I laughed. “Or you could just find a boyfriend…?”
“Ugh, guys are assholes,” Taylor rolled her eyes, “That gay or taken rule totally applies to my life. I think you got one of the last good ones.” I couldn’t help but smile at Taylor’s words. I knew that I was so lucky to have someone like Justin. All of my relationships before him had ended badly, and when we first started dating, I was always half expecting him to mess up too, or do something stupid, or turn into an asshole, but he never did. Justin was just a truly great guy.
“If only I could make my dad see that.”
“You still haven’t told your dad that Justin asked you to move in with him?”
“Taylor, are you crazy? Of Course, I haven’t! My dad will be so pissed.”
“You’re going to have to tell him eventually…”
I sighed, “I know I am; it’s just going to suck. I wish he would give Justin a chance.”
“Maybe he’d be less angry if Justin put a ring on it before you moved in with him,” Taylor joked.
I snorted, “I think he would be angrier if Justin ‘put a ring on it’. My dad hates Justin’s guts; he doesn’t want me to marry him.”
“Do you want to marry Justin?”
“Well… yeah,” I said with a blush. Getting married to each other wasn’t something that Justin and I had ever explicitly spoken about before, but we had spoken about marriage in general and I knew that it was something that we both wanted in the future. I just didn’t know if Justin wanted that with me. I hoped that he did, because I knew that I did with him. At this point, I couldn’t really imagine myself being with anyone but Justin.
“You should start dropping hints about it,” Taylor advised, “Like asking him to go to the mall with you and purposefully slowing down when you get near the ring store. Or asking him to watch a movie with you and playing something, engagement related. Or casually leaving bridal magazines around the house, or-“
“Taylor, Taylor, stop” I laughed, “I’m not going to do any of that stuff.”
“Why not,” Taylor pouted.
“Because I don’t want to rush or pressure him. Or creep him out.”
“Good point,” Taylor acquiesced. “So when are you moving in with him?”
“At the end of this month when the lease on my apartment finishes. But I pretty much stay at his place all the time anyway.”
“You’re so lucky,” Taylor sighed again, but before I could reply to her, my boss poked his head out of his office.
“I’m hearing a whole lot of talking but not a whole lot of working,” he said with a pointed glance at me.
“Sorry Mr. Payson,” I said dutifully and Taylor jumped off my desk, mumbling a quick goodbye before heading over to her own desk to check her photo assignments. As far as bosses went, Mr. Payson was okay. He was nice enough, just very serious about his work; this magazine was his baby. And I respected that; I didn’t dislike working for him, I could have been way worse off, especially considering that I had gotten this job practically straight out of college. I just knew that business wasn’t where I wanted to spend the rest of my life doing.
My business management degree had been a sort of compromise with my dad. When I first went into college, he had wanted me to follow in his footsteps and go to law school, but I couldn’t stand the idea of that. It was all so boring to me, and I definitely didn’t want to spend the rest of my life in a courtroom. But my dad didn’t want me to choose a ‘stupid’ major that wouldn’t be useful, and I didn’t know exactly what I wanted to do; business was a suitable middle ground for both of us. It was practical enough that my dad didn’t lecture me about wasting time and money, and it was flexible enough that it didn’t limit me.
I still haven’t really decided what I want to do with my life yet. That’s kind of depressing to think about, considering that I’m 23, but I know that someday I’ll find my calling, and then I’ll pursue it. Hopefully.
“Everyone is dismissed.” The 20 or so people who had been sitting around my board room all got up and made their way back to their various offices or buildings as another one of my routine Monday morning Board meetings.
Bieber enterprises is a huge business, and as such, I always had to have a way to keep on top of all of the separate business dealings and operations that were going on.
Monday morning meetings were something that my dad had started as a way to keep track of each sector of business.
The Bieber crime pyramid, as I liked to call it, had a very basic structure.
At the top was, of course, me. I was in charge of everything and everyone and nothing could happen without my seal of approval or there would be dire consequences. Right below me was Scooter, Alfredo, and Ryan. Although they didn’t directly control any of the ‘business’ sectors, their positions as right hand man and enforcers meant that they were the only people who knew almost as much as me about what was going on and they frequently helped me take care of any ‘unpleasant business’ that I might have. Below my enforcers were what I liked to call industry leaders; they ran specific sectors of the empire like drug dealing, weaponry, smuggling, spying, prostitution rings and stuff like that. Basically they were the highest ranked people who actually dipped their hands directly into all the illicit activities we ran. There were only about 10 of them. Directly below them were leaders of specific leaders within each specific activity who ran smaller activities all over the city, crime ringleaders. They were your basic low life thugs and dealers and didn’t have much of a skill set or use to me except that they were threatening and ruthless. There was about 100 of them so they were pretty disposable. Below them were my loan sharks. They didn’t work within any specific crime circle but simply did exactly what their title described. They borrowed ridiculous amounts of money to desperate people at dangerously high rates and never failed to provide fatal incentives when people couldn’t pay the money back in time. That was definitely one of my most lucrative areas, considering I had over 500 loan sharks all over the country. At the bottom of the pyramid were rookies. I didn’t know exactly how many of them they were because I didn’t directly hire them myself, they were hired by crime ringleaders, but I knew it must have been in the thousands. Basically, the rookies did low level grunt illegal activities; armed robbery, breaking and entering, hookers, kidnapping and vandalism to send a message, threatening people, and anything else they were asked to do. They were at the level of the pyramid that had the most contact with the crime, and were therefore arrested the most often. But my dad had been clever with the way he set up the business; because I never had any contact with the people at the bottom, they could never connect any of the crimes to me.
The business I conducted was definitely ruthless and would probably disgust the average person, but I had grown up with this, so I was basically desensitized from it. Don’t get me wrong, I know that all the violence and crime isn’t right, I just don’t really give a shit. This is my way of life, and it always has been. “Great quarter boss.” I snap out of my musing and nod curtly at James, one of my industry leaders who dealt with a drugs operation I was conducting out of Columbia.
“It could have been better, but it could have been worse.” I stated noncommittally, careful not to give away any of my true feelings about how the business was doing. Truthfully, it had been a great quarter; profits were up and police activity was down, but my dad had always taught me to never reveal too much to anyone in this business ever, even if it seemed like an inconsequential piece of information.
Trust nobody, and you’ll go far, he always told me.
James, seemingly having no answer for my response, simply nods at me and makes his way out of the door with the rest of the board members.
Once everybody has cleared out, I was left in the room with just Scooter, Alfredo and Ryan.
“So what did you guys think?” I questioned. I’d given them the task of scoping out the meeting for any suspicious behavior to see if we could get a lead on the possible rat.
In a business like this, one hole in the pyramid is all it would take for the entire thing to come crumbling down.
Ryan simply shook his head, “If any of these guys is the rat, they’re damn good at hiding it.”
“Maybe we’re looking to high up. We don’t want to underestimate the less powerful people who work for the Bieber family,” Alfredo pointed out, but Scooter just shook his head.
“There’s no way anyone who is any lower down than these guys would have the clearance, power or followers to even be able to come close to pulling off anything that could jeopardize the empire.”
I sighed. “Well, just keep your eyes open. We can’t afford for this shit to go any further than it already has.”
“So how’s everything going on the Selena front?” Ryan asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
I smiled, “Great. I’m going to propose to her.” Scooter frowned at me.
“You haven’t given up on that crazy idea yet?”
“No, and I’m not ever going to. I love her scoot. And I want to spend the rest of my life with her.”
“Well that’s all well and good Justin, except for the fact that marrying her would mean you would have to tell her the truth about what you do. As your wife, she will be legally implicated in everything if we get caught.”
“Well I’m not exactly planning on ever getting caught,” I scoffed.
“But you still have to tell her, Bro,” Ryan pointed out, “Marrying you would make her a huge target. It would be messed up if you shook up her entire life and then didn’t even explain to her why you have to have 24 hour surveillance on her to make sure she’s safe.”
They were all making good points but it was just something I didn’t even want to think about. I love Selena and I want to marry her. I wish it was just that simple.
“Well I’m all for you guys getting hitched; I could tell that you love each other a lot,” Alfredo stated. “But you have to think about how Selena will take it when she finds out the truth. She seems like a cool chick, but I don’t think anybody is that cool that they would okay with their boyfriend secretly running an empire of illegal and deplorable activities.”
“Let’s just not talk about this right now, alright guys?” I sighed. “I have assignments for you. This is going to be a busy week.”
As much as I wanted to just jump into the whole engagement with Selena thing, I knew it was something I would have to hold off on for a while.
I love Selena and I know that eventually, I will have to tell her the truth.
I just hopes she loves me enough to get past it.
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chrissybooker002 asked: When are you posting?ツ
I’m trying to write the next part right now, but it’s a little weird getting back into writing after such a long break. Hopefully today or tomorrow but the update may be shorter than usual :/
Anonymous asked: what the heck happned to you?
This is a good question that I unfortunately do not have a good answer for :( Senior year is crazy but I WILL try and get back to my writing (:
Anonymous asked: okay but now its been a week
i’ve been babysitting and getting ready for my cousin’s wedding all week so i’m sorry. just hold on a little longer
I don’t know if I’ll be able to get criminal intentions out tonight. I’ve been babysitting my baby cousin for the past few hours (technically I still am) and he’s such a handful, I couldn’t even hope to pull out my laptop with him around, let alone write a chapter (I’m doing this on my kindle). He’s supposed to be going to sleep soon, but even then, I’m so shattered I think if I tried to write a chapter it would be pure shit and I don’t want to give you guys that. (yesterday I fell asleep before he did when I was trying to get him to sleep. One year olds have too much energy) However, my spring break just started, so hopefully, i’ll be able to treat you guys this week (: