You're my one- Fallon Carrington

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A few weeks later

I was in my apartment when I heard a knock on the door. Fallon was stood at the door.

"Hi. I know you told me you never wanted to talk to me again, but... we need your help." Fallon said.

"We"?" I asked.

"Yeah. We." Culhane said. I let them both inside. Then Fallon started explaining somethings.

"And then the FBI almost busted Culhane for delivering drugs to one of Max's old VKI connects." Fallon said.

"Yeah, but you have no actual evidence that Uncle Max was involved." I said.

"Well, that's why we need your help, to access the files. We need to find the paper trail that leads back to Max." Fallon said.

"Even if I had it... I told you to never call me again, Fallon. And it's sort of a big ask. You know, me turning on my favourite uncle, who is dead, to help my... sort of ex-wife and... her new fiancé. And this would ruin his name. My name." I said.

"Tell her." Culhane said.

"When we were in New York... Max wouldn't sign for
your family to buy C.A. from my family... unless I had sex with him." Fallon said.

"Wait, wait, wait. What?" I asked.

"I'm sorry. I should have told you. I was afraid it would blow up the deal." Fallon said.

"So you... Did you?" I asked.

"No. I did what any normal person would do. I blindfolded him and hired a look-alike escort to pinch-hit for me. But then her... expertise... caused him to have a heart attack." Fallon said.

"And in the process of cleaning all that up, I got tied up with Ada." Culhane said.

"I'm sorry. I hate asking you for anything, especially right now, but... please." Fallon said.

Timeskip

I was sat in the office helping Fallon find proof.

"You're really going to the ends of the earth here.
Are you sure this is all worth it?" I asked.

"Are you sure you're okay with all this coming out about Uncle Max?" Fallon asked.

"If he did what you said what he did then he's lucky he's already six foot under. Uncle Max deserves this." I said.

"So you believe me." Fallon said.

"I do." I said walking over to Fallon's desk.

"I know you think I made the wrong decision... about who to be with." Fallon said.

"You said it, not me." I said.

"Well, your uncle did a pretty good job at covering his tracks." Fallon said.

"Yeah. Looks like all the shipping invoices have been professionally doctored." I said looking at my laptop "I don't think we're gonna find a smoking gun here, Fallon."

"Well, maybe we do some doctoring of our own." Fallon said.

Timeskip

I was playing football when someone tackled me. I felt a pain go through my knee.

"Fuck." I yelled.