Genevieve's father was a very wealthy Frenchman who inherited such fortune from generations & generations of men in business in his family. Starting the very first car dealership in France all the way back in 1905.
Since then, his family invested greatly in other businesses, stocks, and funded heavily in political parties. Ultimately gaining them help in high places, status, and more money than they could ever know what to do with.
My job was to untimely find out just how high those places could take him because they might lead us to our guy.
Since I met Gen I've been trying to get on his good side and make my way into his inner circle. He automatically didn't like me for dating her so it took a lot longer than I thought.
But I only dated Gen because Levi found out who had connections with our guy and his name was on the list. All the other men on there either had sons, daughters that were minors, or no children at all.
Levi felt that he'd be the easiest to get information out of because of his daughter. And with me being "young and insanely gorgeous" in Levi's words, that was our only way in.
I left New York to fully commit to my mission. The closer I get with her father, the closer I get to finding our guy.
Eren: (ok so this skin tone was identical to his & I loved the thought of him wearing this with his eyes but please let's pretend like he's got more tats than that lil ass eyeball cause I can't do nothing w a man w no tats like what happen-)
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"So Eren, my Gennie Bean tells me that you've been quite the busy bee." Her father, Oliver, smirked over at me, twirling a golf club around before handing it off to one of his servants.
Among the many businesses he owned in New York, there was a golf course where he'd play with his inner circle to escape their responsibilities & wives for a few hours.
"Ah, yes sir. Well you know," I shrugged "comes with the job."
"Yes, I can imagine a man of your stature must be pulled in all sorts of directions." He patted my shoulder as we walked down the grassy hill towards his private clubhouse.
I gave a fake corporate laugh, "Nothing that I'm not used to by now."
"And what is it that you do exactly, Mr... Yeager was it?" One of his friends, Edward approached my side after handing off his golf club bag to a servant of his own.
