rippers_game
Amy was pissed. Not only had Cain up and left without telling her where he was going, he'd taken that bitch Kennedy with him and now he was calling Amy for favours. It was like he didn't trust her anymore. At least she had Anna, and a stash of highly illegal goodies in her desk drawer.
Not that Jason noticed the increase in her champagne consumption or the pills Amy had swilled down with them. Now she had something better. Ana. Oh, the drugs were important too, of course, but it wasn't fun unless Ana was with her, wether they were buying out the Chanel boutique, or making out in it's changeroom.
For the first time in a while, Amy wondered why she was still at Cain's side. Was it about the power? Yes, but that was nowhere as important as the other thing. She loved him. Despite his distance and the knowledge that she was losing himself in him, Amy loved him. Ana was the only solace she had from his forceful personality. Inside his office, she felt invisible. Outside she was out to prove that she still mattered, that she was more then a nobody council secretary.
That was why she liked Ana, she made Amy feel alive, like more then a mere extension of the council beast.
Glancing at the notes in front of her, she picked up the phone.
----Message left for Genesis Torres----
Ms Torres? I'm calling from the council. Director Cain needs to see you immediately. I've got a ticket waiting at the usual counter at Heathrow. Make sure you bring your passport and a toothbrush. The flight is at eight.
Make sure you make that one, he's not going to be happy if you're late.
----End Message----
The business done, Amy opened the browser on her computer and went to google. Typing in "Stewardess porn", she clicked on a website called "Mile High Club" and pulled out a credit card, about to join, when a thoughtful pout settled on her face.
Dialling Ana's number, she left a short, wicked message:
"Babe, you know your daddy's jet? See, I have this fantasy, and I thought maybe we could do something about it. Give me a call later. Mwahs!"
Not that Jason noticed the increase in her champagne consumption or the pills Amy had swilled down with them. Now she had something better. Ana. Oh, the drugs were important too, of course, but it wasn't fun unless Ana was with her, wether they were buying out the Chanel boutique, or making out in it's changeroom.
For the first time in a while, Amy wondered why she was still at Cain's side. Was it about the power? Yes, but that was nowhere as important as the other thing. She loved him. Despite his distance and the knowledge that she was losing himself in him, Amy loved him. Ana was the only solace she had from his forceful personality. Inside his office, she felt invisible. Outside she was out to prove that she still mattered, that she was more then a nobody council secretary.
That was why she liked Ana, she made Amy feel alive, like more then a mere extension of the council beast.
Glancing at the notes in front of her, she picked up the phone.
----Message left for Genesis Torres----
Ms Torres? I'm calling from the council. Director Cain needs to see you immediately. I've got a ticket waiting at the usual counter at Heathrow. Make sure you bring your passport and a toothbrush. The flight is at eight.
Make sure you make that one, he's not going to be happy if you're late.
----End Message----
The business done, Amy opened the browser on her computer and went to google. Typing in "Stewardess porn", she clicked on a website called "Mile High Club" and pulled out a credit card, about to join, when a thoughtful pout settled on her face.
Dialling Ana's number, she left a short, wicked message:
"Babe, you know your daddy's jet? See, I have this fantasy, and I thought maybe we could do something about it. Give me a call later. Mwahs!"