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just_1_word | 12.9. Unexpected
Saturday, 10 January 2009 01:02 am12.9. Unexpected
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[Follows THIS, THIS, THIS & THIS]
Marc hated LA. No, scratch that. He fucking despised it, and he meant that in the nicest way possible. It was just so unlike his inner self that he had never managed to find a shred of tolerance in him to like it. Not as James Campbell and certainly not as Marcus Fraser. He had been here two nights and the work at the conference had swallowed up just about all his time. He knew Harri was here and they managed to catch a twenty minute lunch together earlier in the day (followed by a frantic quickie in ladies room for dessert), but the investigation had more than demanded he stay focused on this one. He was tailing another CEO from a company based in Chicago. The Department had intelligence that may indicate the guy was using his company exports to traffic heroine into Malaysia, but it was a fucked up lead and Marc realised that afternoon that the guy might have a bit of pot stashed in his briefcase, but he wasn't a damn trafficker. However, someone in the company was and that just opened a whole other can of worms.
( He had the penthouse suite of some trendy five star LA hotel. The afternoon had come as a welcomed relief because his day had been a busy one... )
All muses referenced with permission and are from theprinceton2nyc universe
Word Count | 1,328
Co-written with
straight2point[Follows THIS, THIS, THIS & THIS]
Marc hated LA. No, scratch that. He fucking despised it, and he meant that in the nicest way possible. It was just so unlike his inner self that he had never managed to find a shred of tolerance in him to like it. Not as James Campbell and certainly not as Marcus Fraser. He had been here two nights and the work at the conference had swallowed up just about all his time. He knew Harri was here and they managed to catch a twenty minute lunch together earlier in the day (followed by a frantic quickie in ladies room for dessert), but the investigation had more than demanded he stay focused on this one. He was tailing another CEO from a company based in Chicago. The Department had intelligence that may indicate the guy was using his company exports to traffic heroine into Malaysia, but it was a fucked up lead and Marc realised that afternoon that the guy might have a bit of pot stashed in his briefcase, but he wasn't a damn trafficker. However, someone in the company was and that just opened a whole other can of worms.
( He had the penthouse suite of some trendy five star LA hotel. The afternoon had come as a welcomed relief because his day had been a busy one... )
All muses referenced with permission and are from the
princeton2nyc universeWord Count | 1,328
