For the hundredth time in less than an hour, Rob’s eyes moved from his wristwatch to the door. He was still expecting the beautiful model, Selena and his mouth watered at the perverted thought of her nude body in his bed. He knew how much celebrities like her valued their reputation and he knew that she would stop at nothing to protect hers. He smiled as he remembered the event that occurred that night. He had finally landed some hot chick that he had been trying to get for a long time and halfway through pleasure, Taron had called him. If it was a call from any other person, Rob could have easily ignored it. He couldn’t ignore Taron’s call however. Taron was the reason his once dead photography career was alive again, the reason he had the money to woo the girl he had his eyes on, and he didn’t want to offend his friend. He had reluctantly agreed to Taron’s request that night and went on to inform some other friends who he knew in the industry that the model, Selena, was a

Taron chuckled as he scrolled through headlines on his phone screen. He got a knock on the door and then got up to answer it, letting a blushing maid in with the breakfast trolley. “Good morning sir.” She greeted him and turned to to leave. Taron looked at the trolley and sighed. He went from struggling to getting more food than he could eat for three days for breakfast. Going back to looking at his phone, he saw the headlines. Crazy Celebrity Spotted At Monte Carlos With Friend. The photos under the post didn’t look too bad, but when he went through the comment section, he almost felt sorry for Selena. There were videos under other posts, and they showed Selena and Sarah running out of the building and coming out to be faced with different flashes from cameras. Selena started screaming and Taron exited the page. “She brought this upon herself.” He said as he went to face the meals laid out for him. “And even as it is, if there is a way to make things worse for her, I

"I'm not in the most comfortable situation here, Harry." Taron turned to whisper to his designated assistant for the occasion. Harry blinked back in embarrassment. He was the shy type, and talking to people wasn't his thing. Taron was surrounded by about five women who had come to him in the guise of 'Wanting to talk to him', but he was smarter than that, and he knew that it wasn't just a casual conversation that these women wanted. Not with the way they kept looking up at him and tried their best to discreetly rub their chests against him, or in Maureen's case, make a show of adjusting her top, which was actually her just pulling the hem down. As if she needed to prove that she had gigantic breasts. "So you know, when I was younger, I used to help my nanny in the kitchen. I mean, it was nice to have helpers to do the work, but sometimes I felt the need to be self reliant, you know?" Maureen gave a long suffering sigh. "And that's good for you, Maureen." Taron sighed. He

Taron sighed in relief. "I'm just grateful that it's you." Taron looked around just to be sure. He had to get used to the guards being around him all the time. "What do you want, Jonas?" Taron asked. "There's someone here to see you, sir, but I also wanted to speak to you about something." Jonas said. "Who is the person?" "He said his name is Rob." Jonas said. "Okay, he can wait. What did you want to talk to me about?" Taron sat and Jonas walked around the perimeter of his study before going to stand before Taron. "I just had to be sure that no one was watching." Taron was perplexed. "Do you need to sit down? It sounds like something very important." "The King Pins, sir. The old sir used to call meetings regularly. Very dangerous set of people." Jonas said, his face grim. "King Pins?" "Information about them should be in your manual, you're probably not there yet. They are an organsation of extremely powerful people, and you are supposed to be their new l

Selena went to a nearby bar to look for something to make her happy, if only for a while. Taron was everywhere. She had wanted him out of her life, but now it seemed that everywhere she went, she was cursed to see him. On the billboards, on the phones, on the papers, on her friends’ lips, even in her dreams. She could not let go of him. She didn’t even want to, but if it was just for tonight, she had to be happy. And Steve, Steve who was her initial goal, but became the backup after she found out about Taron’s wealth. Even Steve had come crashing down. If only the brat had pulled his weight around a little bit, then they wouldn’t be in this situation. “Three beers, please. The cheap kind.” Selena came from money, but even then, her father enjoyed getting normal priced beers for himself. Sure he could go all out for visitors and partners, but for himself, it was the normal Ratz or Trophy. “Sure you can handle all that, miss?” The bartender asked. “Just get what I asked you