Take over mission

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Mark

It had been a few days since the party. Seàn's injuries have almost healed, the man had no need to limp any more. He could move his shoulder with minimal discomfort. I had also had the stairs fixed, so they couldn't slice anyone again.

As for what Felix proposed...
Well it's been slow going.
Apparently the slave trade isn't like any company that I could just buy. You have to either get the boss on your side. Or overthrow it.
I had no idea how to do either.

So currently we were all at a cruising phase. We all took time to come up with idea and would regroup in a week.
Until then we all agreed to obey the laws to the best of our ability.
If any one of us was to die or go to jail our plan would surely fail.

At the moment I was at work. Sort of. I was watching Jacks photo shoot for the slave shop. So they could sell their products online with a model. I had to oversee it of course because it was in partnership with my company.

I was surprised at how good Jack was. He followed cues and did what he was told. It was almost like he was enjoying this.

Jack had been put against a white background. He was just showing off products at the moment. Just to catalogue everything. We would get to actual photo shoots later for advertising.

Sean stood on 'stage' proudly. Wearing a half top that was pink. Showing off his v line and the scars that littered his body. I was unsure if they would photo shop them out or not.
Jack put his hands behind his back and tilted his head up in a sort of submissive but rebellious stance. Exactly what the director wanted.
As I said.
Jack was good at this.

I watched as Jack put on multiple outfits. From leather to collar to hand cuffs and chains. He wore half tops and baggy pants. Even formal wear for slaves.

Next was the advertising.
Originally they had asked that I would step in as 'Master' much like I did for the motorcycle brands. But I had turned it down.

So instead they requested none other than Ethan to come in. They had seen him when we brought him here to get him clothes.

So they decide to put two slaves together because apparently it was better then one.

Jack was dressed in a black collar with studs on it. Attaching cuffs wrapped around his wrist but not connected to anything.
Black leather pants and a black tank top.
He looked bad ass.

Because Ethan was more innocent looking they went for an angel and demon look. So while Jack was decked out in leather and chains. Ethan wore a white half top and white short shorts. A blue collar and a green band on his wrist. Jack had a red band on.

I found it ironic that they both had red and yellow bands instead but it was all for the stake of staging.

Only their neck down was to be taken so their faces weren't shown. So Seàn held Ethan's collar tightly in his hand. While his own strapped down low to his feet. Ethan hugged his exposed stomach and brought his knees together.

I would be lying if I said it's what I would have wanted them to be picked. But it looked good.

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Afterwards I had offered to ride Ethan and Seàn back to my place to meet Tyler there. So we all piled in the car and headed off.

" Did I do good? I was so nervous" Ethan said  in the back seat.

I saw Jack smile at his friend.
" You were meant to look nervous you were fine".

" I was surprised at now Good you did that Jack, Ethan as well" I complemented.

The boys smiled at me for a Thanks as we pulled into my driveway. I got out and the boys followed me inside. I got my keys rom my pocket to unlock my front door when it swung open before I could even fit the key in the hole.

I jumped back in fright in unison to the boys. In the threshold of my door stood a girl. She was about as tall as me with pale pink hair. Far skin wearing white and black. She had a smile on her face.

" C-Can I help you?" I asked, confused.

The lady stepped aside and pulled the door open to let us in.
" Mr Fischbach. I'm youre new assistant. Amy" she introduced herself.
" Sorry for scaring you, your friend Tyler let me in".

I walked in with the boys trailing behind me and she shut the door behind us. I gave Ethan and Sean their leashes.

" Go upstairs into Jacks room, I'll call when I need  you" I fake ordered.

They caught onto why I had to treat them this way and scrambled upstairs. I turned back to the women and smiled.

" Of Course Amy, hello. Just call me Mark Okay?".

I offered my hand and Amy took it shaking it firmly. A smile still on her face.

" I've already started settling in. Is there anything you would like me to know? The rules of the house perhaps?" She asked.

I nodded and motioned for her to sit on the sofa in the sitting room to our left. She did so, her small farm sinking into the bags couch cushions.

" I don't have many rules" I started.
" I suppose don't slack off and don't order Jack around. That's my job".

The girl nodded, her hair falling around her face.
" Do my job and let you do yours. Got it".

" Have fun with it, you also don't need to ask to have time off. Just tell me. As long as your up to speed on everything you can do what you want" I explained.

My mind began to run to Hilda and when I had given her this exact speech when she first move in. I was still sad that I had lost her but at the same time I understood why.

" Okay Mark, what do I start with?" She asked eagerly.

" You know where the study is?" I asked standing up.

Amy followed suit as she nodded.

" Good well, there some paper work at the desk that has to be faxed to the company. Just make sure everything is signed. If not leave it for me to do" I said with a smile.

Amy nodded and turned to leave with a smile.

" Amy" I stopped her.

The women turned on her heel gracefully and met my gaze.
" Yes Mark?".

I sighed a little.
" I treat my slave differently to other people. I trust you can adjust and keep your mouth shut?" I asked simply.

A wave of concern faltered over her face for a second. As if she thought it was bad. But she just nodded and left.

I wonder if she'll ever tell on me and Jack to the police. Word gets out I'm not treating him properly and we're all doomed.

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