Partners In Crime

Chapter 2: Another World

Geez I don't know why but I really enjoy writing this! 

I'll probably get a plot line going real soon! c:

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-Nashville, Tennessee

 As I have said so in the last three pages, I have absolutely no interest and is definitely not looking forward to working with you for oh, I don’t know, the rest of my life? Call me an immature teen but I doubt it’ll get you anywhere. For the record, I hate you I think that it’s just wrong to have your mailman sending me these useless letters every single week, get your mind right before you send these letters, please. Unlike you, all of us have a life.

…Screw this.

Crumpled papers lay beside the table she was sitting on. She was in absolutely no mood to write a declining letter for the third time. This agency bores her as much as her history teacher does and seriously, that’s considered really bad. If she gets another request to work in another person’s modeling agency she would have to move out of her house. Can’t they accept that she’s perfectly fine where she is now?

The afternoon sun blared through her window like a hot direct microwave. She always wanted to get to moving the table someplace else but couldn’t find it in her to do it. Laziness, that is. She sprawled her right arm across the table and lay her head on it. Her job can’t get more boring. Suddenly, she could feel the vibration of her phone on the table and she stood up in a jolt. She mentally cursed herself for freaking out over a phone and pick up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Lann dear, you are needed at your father’s place.” The man across the phone had a weird accent, like the ones that people see on television with a card teaching them how to pronounce the word with exact spellings.

She snorts loud enough so the end of the other line could hear her. “Tyler I swear to God you sound more and more like my mom every second.”

A mocking laugh was heard on the other line. “If the boss didn’t ask me to be polite with you I would have gladly invited you here in my own goddamn language.”

“So you do listen to my father’s orders all the time. Like a dog on a leash.”

“Now you listen to me you little twat, I don’t give a flying fuck of what your father says about me to you but if you call me that again I won’t go nice on you, eh?”

“I never said that I was referring to you, don’t get your boxers oh wait, I mean knickers in a twist. You’re making me go off topic here, what did father want from me?”

“Someday, missy, someday. How the heck am I supposed to know what he wants with you? The boss wants you to come within 30 minutes so get your pretty ass here now! And oh, you might want to tie your shoelaces properly.” It was all he said and the phone line went dead.

The blond haired beauty looked at her phone for a while and threw it across the room. This day just keeps getting better and better, doesn’t it? She stood up abruptly from the chair, not caring for the fact that the chair toppled backwards with a loud bang. She raced up to her room and got changed to meet her father, the “boss”. She can’t possibly waltz in the office building in her pajamas now can she? Yes, she’s still wearing PJ’s at 2 in the afternoon. That’s who she is, Lanna Phoenix Young.

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After driving for a good 30 minutes due to the stupid bloody traffic, Lanna ran across the lobby hall towards the stairs. She wasn’t afraid to admit that she has a fetish for elevators. It just makes her sick. She remembers the first time she came to this office building and went on the elevator, she threw up before they even got on the fifth floor. Ever since then, she knew that this was going to be the only weakness she has, ever.

She ran up the stairs two by two, rushing to get to the top. No one ever uses these stairs so she isn’t afraid to sprint. She was a good runner, trained at young age to make sure that her fetish will never be an obstacle. She stopped for two seconds to observe the drawings that she used to make by the walls of the stairs to motivate her to run. Lanna made it when she was 10. How young and innocent she was, to think that it would possibly give any help at all. She looked up and continued running towards the top floor within 10 minutes. The building wasn’t huge, just about 20 floors.

Lanna took one deep breath and walked into her father’s office. She stopped in front of his office door to re-examine herself. She was wearing a blue sleeveless dress with a red belt across her tummy. She took off her running shoes and replaced them with the available high heel at the side of the door, one that she had prepared for herself a long time ago as well.

She opened the wooden doors and plastered a smile on her face. The workers in the office were greeting her as she walked by and she gave them all a polite nod. She then stopped when she saw the sign in front of the CEO’s door.

Michael Kingsley Young

Chief Executive Officer

She knocked on the door and stepped in. She turned around to close the door and crouched down as she heard a loud smash of glass on top of her head.

“Did I not clearly say that you are to arrive within 30 minutes? Is that too much to ask of you?” There was a loud rough voice coming from across the room. Taylor stood up and walked towards that voice and stopped in front of a desk.

“I apologize, Father. The traffic was heavy out there.” Her father was short-tempered, but it also meant that he easily forgives. She knows the right words to speak to her father, it is best to be honest than to lie.

The man seemed to relax a little and laced his fingers together. “Since you apologized, I shall let this go. Come, sit.” He gestured at the chair in front of him and she sat without another word.

“I’m sending you off to London. Don’t worry, I’m not kicking you out. I need your help to do business.”

Lanna was shocked by what her father was saying. Business? Her? London? This was simply not registering into her mind.

“What?!”

“Lanna love, it is only for a short period of time. Do not overreact to small matters such as these.” His voice was strong with authority, and this made Lanna shut up completely.

“I have found another business partner out there in Cheshire, London. I need you to go there and explain my proposal to expand my legacy further towards the United Kingdom.” He reached under the table to his drawer and gave her a pen drive. “Give him this, and you can come home.” She reached out to grab it when her father’s other hand firmly grasped hers. “You have to give it to him personally, never let this fall to the hands of others, remember that, Lanna. If you fail, you shall find that there are no flight tickets for you to come home, understood?” Lanna deeply nodded and he let go of her hand.

She stood up and was about to make her way towards the door when her father called out to her. “Hold up, you’ll need this.” He placed a Colt SAA on the desk and pushed it towards her. She took it before it fell out of the table. Lanna examined it carefully before placing it into her bag.

What the heck is this proposal, to have her father hand him a gun?