Empire- An Au Hs Fanfic (COMPLETED)

Chapter 48

I woke up early the next morning to go to work. I pulled on my jeans and my crop top before sliding into my heels after I showered. I finished getting ready then headed downstairs to prepare breakfast which was pancake, eggs and bacon which I left in the oven under keep warm before leaving. 

I arrived at work and saw Jan's frantic expression. "What?" I asked, signing in. "DEA is here." "And?" "They've been waiting all morning. They're in your office." "Okay." I nodded and walked in with my coffee and bag to see two tall men standing at my door.

"Can I help you gentlemen?" I asked, opening my door. "We just have a few questions." "Proceed." I sat behind my desk and awaited them to get situated after shutting the door. 

"You're Leslie Ibarra?" "I was, yeah." I said and they looked at eachother oddly, going over their notes. "It says here your last name is Ibarra." "I got married recently." "We didn't know you were dating." "Why would you? Proceed with your questions, I'm late on catching up with work." 

"Where were you for the past week?" "Easy, I was in Russia with the Russian Prime minister." "For a week." "Yes, we were discussing business over me getting grants to place a few more locations of hotel in their soil." "Who can verify this." 

"The minister himself, my husband, my mother. My good friends Felipe, Octavio and Marcus who accompanied me me on my trip." "Can you call one of them?" "Sure." I shrugged, dialing Felipe on speaker.

"Hey Felipe." "Hey beautiful, what's up." "I'm sitting with two DEA Agents who want to verify where I was for the past week and what I was dong." "Easy, Russia. You were trying to get the minister to give in and allow more locations of B&W." The agents scribbled in their pads. "Thank you." "Your welcome, is your husband mad?" "No. Well he was but I mean he's fine now." I rolled my eyes remembering how mad Harry got when I told him I had to go to Chile. 

"Satisfied?" I asked the agents as I hung up. They nodded and I looked at them. Wires. They were wired. 

"I never caught your names." "I'm agent Fisher." The bald one spoke, blue eyes boring into mine. "I'm agent Adams." The dark haired male with brown eyes spoke and I nodded.

"May I ask what this is about?" "We have suspicions on one of your hotels that is said to be filled always. It's hard to get a room. Explain how that works. From our understanding there's different room colors." Fisher pressed and I nodded. 

"Blue rooms are people I'm doing business with at the time. White rooms are for those who I have done business with in the past. They rent it out as apartments as proof we hold a stable place in our partnership. They are rented to nobody else but them. Red rooms are for staff members who reside in the hotel. They are Red rooms because they are off limit to the public and are guarded at all costs with military grade weaponry because the safety of my employees is a priority to me. I had an incident a few years back where one of my staff members was stalked up to her room and shot point blank when she refused to give a client extra shampoo because he had gotten 3 more than regular." I explained and they looked at me. 

"So you admit there are people with weapons on site." "Yes. I have permits for all of them if you would like to see." "No, we believe you." Adams said and I nodded. 

"What is your affiliation with Harry Styles?" Fisher asked and I widened my eyes. "What does he have to do with any of this?" "He's been photographed leaving and coming to this office alot. That strikes suspicions you're working with this man." Adams held up photos of Harry arriving and leaving. I chuckled softly. 

"What harm in it if I work with him?" "This man is a criminal. We need you to help us testify against him!" Fisher said in an inspirational voice and I crossed my arms. "I can't." "I get it, client confidentiality. We want this man behind bars, if you don't. You will go to jail."