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Many phone calls were being made all throughout the organized crime circuit. The name Devin Davis caused a buzz in high places which caused more interest in Begonia. A rise in an already lucrative clientele began to form and the curiosity of the atmosphere spread.

Marcy, just returning from a business trip, walked into Devin's office looking well rested.

"Bonjour, Devin. Out of the five potentials, only two met the requirements. We have a few very wealthy prospects who wanted to discuss Begonia Beauties traveling."

Devin knew about the many requests made for travel but was concerned about the ladies safety.

"They offered to pay travel expenses and hotel fees for them."

Marcy looked at Devin, already knowing the answer. "We will talk about it another time."

"I was told you wanted to hire two more beauties. Did you find any that were to your liking?" Devin asked.

"Yes, I have." Marcy slid the folder toward him.

Professional photos of three women were inside and Devin began to read their bios. Shane stood in the doorway with two men standing behind him. Devin recognized them.

"Pourquoi sont-ils ici?" (why are they here) Marcy asked, looking at the men.

"Inspectors...what a wonderful surprise. How can I help you?"

The dark haired one walked into Devin's office. "We have a request from the city council and county to do an emergency audit and inspection on Begonia."

Emergency? I smell bullshit. They're being paid to find some failed regulations.

We seem to be getting alot of law officials showing up lately.

That can only mean one thing, you're starting to put fear in the wrong people and their panicking.

The wrong people?

Yup, meaning the right people.

"Ms. Lapointe, we'll continue this meeting another time. Thank you for the updates."

"Are you going to be okay?" She asked then looked at the two men.

Her protective nature came through ready to defend Devin in any manner she could.

Devin smiled. "Yes, madam. I will be fine."

Marcy nodded, got out of her chair and walked out. Once she was gone Shane closed the door and stood outside of it, keeping watch.

"Ok fellas, what's the real reason you two are here?" Devin asked.

The men looked at each other, then back at Devin.

"We wanna know who you work for...what family you're connected to?"

"I'm connected to no one and do not work for anyone. As for my blood family, that isn't any of your business."

"It is our business, you've rubbed a lot of important people the wrong way and they want answers."

"Judge Stonewell rubbed me the wrong way and I answered him. The same will happen to anyone else that threatens or attacks me. I do not answer to anyone but myself."

These pricks were sent by one of the councilmen. Stonewell still seems to be shaken up from his encounter with you.

"You need to move more carefully, your name is reaching places I don't think you're ready for."

Devin grinned at the man's words.

"You two have no clue how far my name reaches and it's going to stay that way. I have a lot of work to do so you two can leave now. Thank you for the visit."

The men looked at each other.

"Do you both need to be escorted out?"

The two men got up. "We have our eyes on you Davis...tread lightly."

"Ditto."

***

After a week or so, Devin was back at Abrams & Davis in Connecticut. He walked off the elevator and felt dread as he walked into the lobby.

It's been almost a month of him working remotely and when he returned he noticed changes immediately. The secretary was no longer at her station but Devin continued walking to what now used to be his office. A he walked by a few employees sat in their cubicles avoiding eye contact, pretending to be busy.

He walked into his office....His desk was bare, there were storage boxes filled that sat against the wall. His degrees, certificates and awards were taken off the wall also.

What the fuck is going on?

I think Abrams is getting rid of me.

"Hello, Devin."

He turned around to see his partner standing in the doorway. Without Devin saying a word Abrams began to talk.

"I sent you emails about what was going on, guess you didn't read them. But anyway, I sold the company....and before you say anything, I have your portion of the sale right here."

He handed Devin an envelope.

"I don't recall getting any emails about you wanting to sell."

"Look, I've been doing this for over 30 years and I'm ready to retire. I know I could have offered you the company but I'm sure you have enough on your plate running your whorehouse."

"Whorehouse?" Devin smirked.

"Yes, whorehouse....Word started getting around about it and it started to leak into Abram and Davis' reputation. It affected the company's integrity. Maybe you could invest your portion into some other businesses."

"Affected the company's integrity or your integrity? The same whorehouse that you enjoyed many times along with your peers."

Yup, the bastard flew in every weekend.

Abrams looked down, unable to deny the truth.

"I hope my portion is the correct amount, or you're not going to be retiring anytime soon. Now...are you sure I should open this envelope?"

Abrams stood for a moment thinking of his chances. He realized his error in underestimating Devin.

He knows the amount is incorrect. I can't believe he's trying to low ball you...what a fucking idiot.

Abrams took the check back and took out his cell phone to make some calls to his bank. He went into his office as Devin stayed and sat at his old desk.

Soon a young red headed woman stood in the doorway. "I'm sorry to bother you. I'm looking for Mr. Abrams."

The woman looked familiar.

Oh shit....that's Abrams mistress. She's way younger than I thought.

So much for integrity....fucking joke.

She is hotter than his wife.

Hush Ollie.

Devin put his focus back on the woman. "Abram is in his office."

The woman stood not wanting to leave and curiosity made her bold to know who she was talking to. Her wet panties caused her to shift legs and not walk away.

"Thank you. I'm Stephanie, by the way. And you are?"

Yeah, she wants to fuck.

He grinned and answered. "Mr. Davis..."