A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 & FLN826)
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				Title: <strong>A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 02:49:28</strong>
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				Bridgette Larson stood outside of the door for a good twenty minutes before ringing the doorbell, she was earlier than expected for the appointment she'd made, but she was so nervous she didn't know if she could actually go inside and ask for the loan.&nbsp; She had no idea how she had let things get so far out of hand, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Her father would bail her out, but it was possible he'd disown her after this, after the big stand she took about not accepting his money after she graduated college. How foolish she'd been when she declared in all her naive independence that she was ready to stand on her own and make her own way, if she could, she would have gone back in time and erased that day from her life.<br><br>She'd gotten a little behind on her bills that kept stacking up and then a little behind became very behind. The collection calls had thrown her for a loop and she'd made a really bad choice. Living on a budget was something she'd never had to do. Her father had always given her everything she'd wanted and what she couldn't get from him, she got from her grandmother and once even borrowed against her trust fund, but that didn't kick in till she was twenty five. She couldn't take the money from there for the same reason she couldn't go to her father now.<br><br>&nbsp;She had meant to only take enough to cover the most pressing of her debts and then pay it back before anyone noticed the money was gone. But she was young and brand new to the firm and she hadn't realized that her accounts would be monitored for the first year that she was there. The audit showed where she'd skimmed the funds. Her job was gone, her career was ruined before it even had a chance to get started and unless she could pay back every cent within the month, they were going to press charges.<br><br>Bridgette had met Luke Stein several times while she'd been in school. Mostly over the summers at her fathers country club. She knew he had a couple of titles and was supposedly some big deal over in Europe, but he'd always been kind to her and her father had always spoken very highly of him. OF course, that was when she wasn't about to go to him for a personal loan. There was little choice and she had to put her pride away. If he wouldn't help her, then she'd have to go to her father and she dreaded that almost as much as she dreaded the thought of the firm pressing charges against her. Finally she rang the bell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 03:29:54</strong>
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				Luke Stein actually didn't really have many day-to-day tasks.&nbsp; Like the rest of his family - he was very well taken care-of.&nbsp; He went to the best schools in Austria, had the best upbringing, and coming from the wrong 'arm' of the family, he didn't have any illusions of ever having to be on the throne.&nbsp; &nbsp;And considering the size of his native country was smaller then most American cities - it wasn't really that big of deal - in the grand scheme of things.<br><br>And after his brother's dalliances with that model - his quiet leaving for the 'New World' wasn't much noticed.&nbsp; And after studying for several years in Oxford, his English had a slight British accent that made most Americans mistake him for English royalty.&nbsp; Not that most could even find Liechtenstein on the map.&nbsp; From time to time he would consult with the New York offices LGT Capital Investments offices - he had a couple investments which kept him in the affluent lifestyle he was used to - and unlike most at the Country Club was more into the skiing and winter sports then the golf that Americans seemed so fascinated with.&nbsp; So he would spend more time at the Country Club near his house talking with the various locals between their holes.&nbsp; He was gregarious, funny, generous and strangely completely off-limits to women.&nbsp; He would flirt and smile, but no one would seem to get past the pleasant exterior... no matter how connected or appealing.<br><br>When his housekeeper informed him that he had an appointment with the daughter of one of his Country Club friends.&nbsp; He didn't have 'offices', and had the appointment made in one of his home-offices.&nbsp; His house was not on the more desirable 'ocean' side, however was a very nicely appointed house with parking for 4 (currently containing his Volvo C70 and large Chevy Tahoe.&nbsp; The grounds were immaculately kept.&nbsp; <br><br>The front door was answered by a small portly man.&nbsp; "Ahhh.. 'ello Fraulein Larson.. Heir Stein is expecting you.&nbsp; &nbsp;Please.." he bows slightly and indicates the way.. "May I take your coat, Fraulein?&nbsp; You may take your boots off here.." he indicated in the marble front hall, and then lead her down through the house.&nbsp; Somewhere some orchestral music was playing, and the walls were covered with large colourful painted murals.. crossed swords.. shields.. standards.&nbsp; It was all very..well..almost museum feeling.&nbsp; <br><br>Down a hall, and to a set of large wooden doors.&nbsp; The short man opened both doors and announced "Fraulein Larson, Heir Stein." and then stepped aside.<br><br>The lounge was even more appointed... walls of books.. paintings.. more swords and shields.. and a large wooden desk where Luke sat behind - reading a German newspaper.&nbsp; He set the paper down and smiled, raising..he was tall.. very strong jawline..short sandy-blond hair and was dressed in an expensive looking suit.&nbsp; When he spoke his English had a British sounding accent.&nbsp; "Welcome.&nbsp; Ooh.. would you like anything? Perhaps some coffee.. it is cold out?" He smiles..taking Brigette's order and adding to it.."And an espresso for me please." to his housekeeper, and then motioned for a chair at the side of his office, moving to sit in an adjacent wider couch. "Please.. tell me what I do owe the pleasure.. you're Nelson's daughter.. are you not?&nbsp; Did you not graduate last year?"<br><br>(http://api.ning.com/files/OhLNJPLdoEpB2pkvthK2B5KLqLgZ1oGTGTnC8cFubMiOQyxztwl42tqRWs0SeljodW4dXfD-cej9bXuSotvEcyhOaIKOR22B/jasonlewisishot.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 03:53:13</strong>
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				Bridgette was glad that she'd taken the time that morning to dress the part. She may not be the titan of business that her father was or the socialite her grandmother was, but she knew how to dress for any occasion. Though, how exactly did one dress to go begging for a loan? Her light brown hair was pulled back and held in place with a jeweled clip and the heels she wore added a good three inches to her height, not that she was sensitive about being on the shorter side, five feet suited her just fine. She wore a long pencil lined skirt with a matching jacket. At the very least, she thought, she didn't look like a crook or a beggar.<br><br>"Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, I'm certain you have a busy schedule"<br><br>Her heart was beating so loudly she was certain he could hear it. She sat with her hands folded in her lap mainly so they wouldn't shake. How was she going to ask him this? What was she going to say? She should have prepared something, memorized something, brought note cards, anything but just sitting there blankly while she tried to find the courage to bring it up. <br><br>"I did graduate last year, yes and I've been working in the city for the last six months"<br><br>Stop stalling, she told herself. Its like ripping off a bandaid, just get it over with. It will be painful and then over. <br><br>"If you don't mind Mr. Stein, I"d like to just get right to the point of my visit today. I have found myself in a bit of a jam, and for personal reasons, I cannot go to my family for help on the matter. I....I've come to discuss a personal loan"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 04:04:30</strong>
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				Luke smiled at the comment, but didn't say anything.&nbsp; Busy schedule?&nbsp; Not really busy in any real sense of the word.&nbsp; Whereas Bridgette was terribly nervous, Lukas was completely calm.&nbsp; He lifted his eyebrow at the matter which he could not go to her family with.&nbsp; He knew her father was quite reasonable.. <br><br>He glanced up.. his housekeeper had silently brought a silver tray in.&nbsp; Since she didn't order anything..the tray only contained his espresso and a small tray of small triangular cut sandwiches.&nbsp; Lukas took the small cup and nodded. "Danke, Heir Kempt.&nbsp; Please see that we are not disturbed." The short man bowed and then left, closing the door behind him.<br><br>"I am curious what nature would prevent you from approaching your father?&nbsp; He is a very understanding man, and he cares deeply for you." he brings the cup up to sip.<br><br>"I respect you getting right to the point.&nbsp; How much are you looking for?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 04:15:56</strong>
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				"Yes, my father is a very reasonable man, I should have said I wont go to him rather than I can't go to him. Its important to me that this matter is handled on my own rather than with his assistance. I realize my coming here out of the blue like this is....well I know how this must look"<br><br>She reached into the bag she had on her shoulder and pulled out a thin folder and handed it to him. Inside it detailed the amount of the loan she was asking for, a loan of seventy five thousand dollars and a repayment schedule with the bulk of it being paid to him on her twenty fifth birthday when her trust fund kicked in. <br><br>"As you can see, its all detailed there. I am not looking for a handout Mr. Stein, just a loan, one that will be paid back in full with interest, as you can see there"<br><br>Bridgette knew that the subject of why she couldn't, or wouldn't go to her father for help would come up again. She understood that it made little sense, but then she was just so angry at herself for getting into this mess and not being able to get out of it on her own, but the fear was gripping. She'd been living with it for a while now and that burden on her shoulders was heavy and the threatened to crush her. She hadn't slept a full night in over a month when this had all come to light and she just prayed he would grant her the loan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 04:35:44</strong>
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				Lukas gave a warm smile. <br><br>"I know only too well about the nuances of family.&nbsp; My brother is constantly .. mm.. how would we put it.. getting into trouble for his indiscretions."&nbsp; He took the folder, and raising, returned to his desk, taking out a pair of reading glasses.&nbsp; In an instant he had turned from a friendly family friend to full banking mode.&nbsp; He looked right at home as he reviewed the folder silently, and then closing it..leaving the folder on his desk, he returned..folding his reading glasses and holding them in his hands.<br><br>"Miss Larson,&nbsp; your request.. is not that uncommon." he sat down, taking his cup to sip.<br><br>"Perhaps you do not know..but my family is extensively involved with banking." he chuckles softly as if that is a joke.&nbsp; "I myself provide consulting services to some of our branches in New York - mostly in the realms of capital investments and wealth management." he pursed his lips for a moment..<br><br>"Miss Larson.. if I may be direct.&nbsp; No bank would even approach these terms you suggested.&nbsp; I do know your family is good for the amount - but your financing model.." he shakes his head.. gesturing with his glasses.&nbsp; "Deferring your expenses until your trust fund matures does not address your root problem, and worse it erodes your future earning potential." Funny..she never mentioned a trust anywhere in the documents..but Lukas was aware enough of american trust law to figure it out from the repayment schedule.<br><br>"You have no collateral.. you cannot independently sustain the debtload.." he gives her caring but closed expression.<br><br>"Miss Larson.... Bridgette.. I am sorry."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 05:18:55</strong>
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				"No Mr. Stein, no bank would agree to these terms which is why I am not sitting in the offices of a banker at the moment. I know I have no collateral other than the trust itself, which is more than the amount I'm seeking many, many times over. If the interest rate is too low, I'll increase it. I admit I know nothing about this sort of thing, this was not a field I studied in school and frankly I'm at a loss, but..."<br><br>There was no time to play games now, she was desperate and if he was going to shoot her down anyway, then she had nothing left to lose. <br><br>"I'm desperate, and I'm running out of time. I..."<br><br>Hearing herself say the words was almost more than she was able to bear at the moment and before she could stop herself, the first of many tears started to fall. She took a napkin from the tray his servant had brought in and used it to dry her eyes as she took a moment to try and collect herself. Since the entire incident started, she hadn't let herself fall apart and she was on the verge. <br><br>"I'm sorry, that was very unprofessional, I am just under a great deal of stress. I'm sorry I wasted your time, I just....well thank you for seeing me"<br><br>Her mind was already racing as to what she was going to do next as she started to collect her folder and her bag to leave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 14:11:05</strong>
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				Lukas suddenly had another worry.&nbsp; Of course no bank would accept those terms.&nbsp; He had come to America to get away from the attention his brother was drawing in the media - but also with the promise.. well..how did David-Le-Roth put it?&nbsp; Those American Girls...<br><br>His smile faded, and he had a more determined face.<br><br>"Vait a moment!&nbsp; What do you know?" He was confused as Bridgette started to break down.. "Miss Larson.. I can understand stress.. a great deal.&nbsp; And financial troubles makes one.. do extreme things.&nbsp; Let me be forthright again.. are you here to blackmail me?"&nbsp; He raised, and put himself between himself and the door.&nbsp; "And.. you just don't have the stomach for.. it?" trying to figure out why she would come here with the loan offer..and then breakdown.&nbsp; To him.. a failed blackmail attempt was more likely then the truth..she was just desperate for the money.&nbsp; Plus.. the guilt of some of his desires ate away at him.. he was always the upmost discrete - but it was only a matter of time before someone from the media would catch wind of his own.. dalliances.&nbsp; <br><br>The fact that the daughter of a highly-placed friend.. may know of his secrets concerned him.&nbsp; However why send her to offer the blackmail..&nbsp; his mind was spinning this into a completely wrong direction.. which may have only been more confusing to Bridgette.&nbsp; Did she stumble across something her father knew..and was here without his knowledge.. thus.. the need for secrecy?<br><br>"Tell me.." he guarded the door.. "Why can't your vather know of your debt?&nbsp; Vhat are you hiding, Miss Larson?" his germanic accent coming out alittle stronger.. giving indication that some of the jovial mask was gone, and he was getting serious. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 18:01:08</strong>
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				"Blackmail? No, no I would...I don't even know...I..."<br><br>She was stunned, the refusal of the loan was expected, it had been a long shot at best but one she'd had to try, but why was he accusing her now of trying to blackmail him. She didn't know the first thing about him to blackmail him with and even if she had, she would never dream to do such a thing. Bridgette, while she'd made some enormously bad choices and mistakes that led her here, didn't have a malicious bone in her body.<br><br>Mr. Stein suddenly seemed very intimidating, much more so than she would have thought. This, she realized, is why he was such a success most likely, he could easily cow any of his rivals or competitors just with that gaze he was giving her now. <br><br>"I ...I cant tell my father about the debt because of how I acquired the debt. He wouldn't understand. But, I didn't come here to blackmail you, I don't even know you or anything about you other than you were friends with my father. I'm sorry, I....I shouldn't have come here"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 18:33:18</strong>
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				Lukas didn't know whether to buy it or not.&nbsp; Either she was completely innocent.. and in that case her fear was genuine.. her claims honest.. <br><br>Or she was trying to backpeddle out.. feigning innocence.. either she lost the stomach to go through with the blackmail.. or she was just feeling him out.&nbsp; A little part of him started getting reved up.. the part that relishes the Dominance.. the part that he brings out in the final stages of negotiation against a hard client who is refusing to move..&nbsp; The predator in him saw the fear and weakness..and wanted to exploit it to find out what she truly did know.. what she truly was hiding.<br><br>He took a step forward, although the room seemed to telescope out like a bad movie special effects.. and with his second step he was within arm's reach.&nbsp; His face was hard and steel now.. his eyes boreing into her.<br><br>"Don't know me?&nbsp; No you DON'T know me!&nbsp; You do not know what I am capable of..&nbsp; &nbsp;You don't think I'd see right THROUGH this?&nbsp; What you're trying to do here?&nbsp; Women far more sophisticated then you .. far more worldly then you have tried to take advantage of me.. have tried to use me." he reached out, taking her wrist, and holding them up.. the folder scattering to the floor.<br><br>"Debt.. debt.. Don't hold onto that farce.. TELL me why you REALLY are here!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 19:10:04</strong>
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				"I did....I did tell you why I was here, I needed a loan"<br><br>Oh god, not only was he not going to help her, but the man was obviously crazy as well. The way he'd practically pounced on her and grabbed her wrist had her eyes wide and she couldn't for the life of her think why he was doing this. More than anything, she was terrified that he was going to tell her father that she'd come here to, to what? blackmail him for who knew what.&nbsp; <br><br>Bridgette was at a loss, but she was going to have to tell him everything now, if only so he would let her go. It all came spilling out in broken speech between the tears and small sobs she couldn't stop. The independent stand she'd wanted to take, the bills that piled up, the embezzlement, and lastly why she'd had to come here for the loan, because she'd had nowhere else to go.<br><br>"Please, you have to believe me, I wasn't trying to hurt you, to blackmail you....I couldn't have"<br><br>She felt drained after getting it all off of her chest and at the same time, it had been somewhat of a relief to tell another person about it. It didn't lessen her anxiety or ease her fears either about the situation she was in with her old firm, or the one she seemed to be in here right now. But at least she'd said it all outloud, something she hadn't been able to do yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 19:23:33</strong>
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				He listened to her..holding her arms the entire time... his grip firm and tight as she teared and sobbed.. as she let it all out.<br><br>The piling bills.. independence.. and then the petty embezzlement which all spiraled out of control until she was in a situation where she was going to lose her job, possibly go to jail.. drag her family's name down the drain and all because of her pride... and not a hint.. not a wiff of anything remotely to do with his sexual tastes.<br><br>He held her a moment as she sobbed.. and then his grip shifted.. lightened.. and he reached to pull the small girl into his chest.&nbsp; Just to console her.. he tried to tell himself.. but the Dominant part of him was loving this.. she was so young.. so sweet and naive and perfect..and he had broken her down... so vulnerable...<br><br>He pulled her against him.. guiding her head to his shoulder and holding her even though she was just an acquaintance.&nbsp; He reached up to pet her hair softly.. loving how she felt in his arms..sobbing..needy.<br><br>"I'm sorry for being firm.. shh.. it's okay.. I was mistaken.&nbsp; I thought you were.. well.. nevermind what I thought.." he kept holding her.. <br><br>"I'm good with secrets.. don't worry about your father.&nbsp; I can take care of your job too.. although for optics they will probably need to fire you.. I can find you something.&nbsp; And don't worry about your bills."&nbsp; it was strange..after all that how bad of a risk she was..and then the practically yelling at her..suddenly he's all mister nicey?&nbsp; Of course she had broken down..and he seemed to relish being the 'hero' to save her..&nbsp; (not sure if she'd pick up on his..'nevermind..what I thought'... either)<br><br>He finally released the embrace..reaching into his pocket for a monogrammed silk handkerchief..and reaching up he brushed some of her hair from her face to dab softly at her eyes.. he could have just given it to her..but he subconsciously enjoyed doing it himself.. in a way 'taking' her care from her and onto himself.. "A man in my position needs to be very careful.. "
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>30-11-2010, 22:24:46</strong>
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				As much as he'd scared her by taking her wrists the way he did, the way he spoke to her and looked at her, when he pulled her into his arms and let her finish crying it out, she felt extremely comforted. It had been a very long time since she'd felt that from anyone, so determined to do everything on her own, to be her own person and not lean on anyone. It never occurred to her that leaning on someone for support wasn't a sign of weakness but its own type of strength. <br><br>After the last of her tears fell and she'd sufficiently buried her face in his chest, she was mortified when the haze cleared. He was drying her eyes and it made her think back to when she had been a little girl and her father had done much the same, of course, this wasn't her father, but almost a stranger, an acquaintance at best.<br><br>"I'm sorry, I don't know what just came over me, its not like me to break down in front of someone I barely know like this"<br><br>She was embarrassed and her cheeks flushed slightly as she struggled to get herself back under control. She didn't think too much on what he'd said originally, that he thought she was there to blackmail him, too wrapped up in her own troubles to have given it much thought once he'd released her wrists. In fact, she'd barely heard a word he'd said to her at all.<br><br>"I really should go, I've taken up enough of your time. I would appreciate it if you kept this between us"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 01:18:16</strong>
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				Lukas shook his head.&nbsp; "No.. not yet.&nbsp; Please do not feel uncomfortable.." he dabed her cheek, and then reached to put the silk handkerchief into her hand.&nbsp; He gazed at her blush, and then turned and guided her back to their seats. <br><br>"Please sit.. I am more.. amiable to your plight.&nbsp; I'm sorry - I should not have acted so defensively.. I didn't mean it.&nbsp; Besides.." he sits down, looking at his espresso, and then frowning setting the small glass down.&nbsp; "Besides.. I don't want you to have to go to someone else.&nbsp; No bank will consider you.. and I couldn't bear to think that you would need to cry on another shoulder before someone would truly listen to you.<br><br>His voice was soft.. <br><br>"I can identify with you.. wanting your independence.. to be your own person.&nbsp; More then you could imagine.&nbsp; And I completely understand secrecy. And the need for privacy." He let out an exhale... and then shook his head to change the subject before he went on too far.<br><br>"Do you have a lawyer?&nbsp; First above everything.. you will need one to protect you.&nbsp; Even when you pay them back.. they will hoist you up the flag pole unless you can protect yourself.&nbsp; I know how businesses can be." he gave her a small smile.. "Don't worry.. I could.. I could protect you." a hint of warmth came into his cheek, but he fought to keep that under control.<br><br>"Now.. let me know the details.. and this time without the hysterics.&nbsp; Just tell me the plain truth of what you did.. and let me try to get you out of it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 03:14:14</strong>
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				"I've been living with this for so long, so afraid to tell anyone, I didn't realize how much it was building up"<br><br>Gratefully she took the hankerchief and sat back down, finished drying her face before she turned her eyes back to him. Gone was the intimidating bear of a man who practically made her shake where she stood and instead was a calm, gentle and comforting man. He was a mystery to her and so few people were.<br><br>"At first I was a little behind on my bills. I could have....I should have gone to my father then, he would have helped me, it had been my idea not his afterall that I stopped taking from him. I really thought I was ready to make my way myself, but I never really learned how to manage money. I hadn't had to"<br><br>Bridgette was sorry she hadn't asked for a glass of wine, or a shot of something very strong. Even though she'd already told him what had happened, saying it again now, without the crying jag to accompany it, made it sound all the worse. Though there was no way to sugarcoat what she'd done.<br><br>"I knew, even as I did it, I knew skimming from the accounts I was handling was the wrong way to go, but I couldn't seem to stop, it got the creditors off my back but then I needed more and, well I didn't know they would find out, I thought I could pay it all back. I was so stupid. I know my career is over, I deserve that, but I don't want to go to jail, and I really don't want to drag my families name through the tabloids either. Do you really think I need a lawyer?"<br><br>She knew one of course, but she couldn't trust that he wouldn't tell her father everything since he was her fathers attorney. She couldn't imagine why he was willing to help her. The loan was one thing, it was what she'd come here for, but more than that, why?
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 03:26:32</strong>
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				He can see that this was distressing to her..but he also had to know some more of the details.&nbsp; When she was obvious that was getting upset again, he raised his hand.."Okay.. I get an idea.. and yes.. you will need a lawyer..one who is not related to your family lawyer..so it does not get back to them.&nbsp; Let's talk of something else to take your mind off of things." he gazes at her for a moment, and then snaps his fingers. "I know.&nbsp; I will be right back." he smiles.. "You can put the folder on my desk.. don't you worry Bridgette.. can I call you Bridgette?&nbsp; I will take care of it when we return." he stands and goes to the door, calling out, switching to German to talk to his housekeeper.<br><br>If Bridgette goes to his desk.. one of the pictures on his desk catches her eye.&nbsp; It's Luke.. obvious..but he's standing all spiffy in a suit with a sash.. beside a Queen... like TV.. like someone like Queen Elizabeth.. or Princess Diana with a crown and scepter.. with the dress and jewels.. they are standing infront of a throat in what is obvious a palace.. Some men have pictures of them shaking sports guys.. or if they are connected.. shaking hands with presidents.. no.. Luke has a picture of him with a Queen!&nbsp; And then .. next to it.. a picture of a King and Queen.. and Lukas and a couple other guys.. they all look similiar..must be the brothers he talks about..but what are the all doing hob-nobbing with royalty.<br><br>"I've made us some reservations.. You like Italian, yes?&nbsp; Some food and drink to take your mind off of your troubles." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 04:39:55</strong>
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				Take her mind off of things? How was she supposed to do that when her whole life, her very future hung in the balance. But it seemed that he was going to help her, the why she supposed didn't really matter, he was going to help her and she wasn't going to jail, her father wouldn't disown her, and her life wouldn't be completely ruined. <br><br>When she put the folder on his desk as he stepped out of the room, she looked over the photograph that was there. Picking up the frame, she took a closer look and wondered if it was an authentic picture or something taken at a costume ball. Though, she did recall that he held some title in Europe or somewhere, so it was probably real. She had to admit, she was impressed and a little in awe. <br><br>She put the frame down when he came back in. He wanted to take her somewhere to eat? The day, she realized, couldn't get any stranger. When she came here, it was in the vague hopes of getting a loan, she hadn't expected him to be so kind to her, his earlier threatening demeanor already forgotten. <br><br>"Thank you, that's...I would like that. Is there somewhere I could freshen up first perhaps?"<br><br>The last thing she wanted to do was go out looking as she did now. She knew her eyes were red and puffy from her crying fit and she'd want to make sure she was presentable before she went anywhere with him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 05:07:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded and smiled. "Of course.&nbsp; You can use the spare room upstairs to freshen up." He smiled and looked at the photo she set down. "That is my uncle... and my aunt." he gave a distant smile.. his expression lost for a moment.&nbsp; "Oh.. and those are my brothers.. Wenzeslaus, Alexander and Rudolf. That photo was taken at my cousin's appointment as Regent.&nbsp; It's.. " he waves his hands dismissively.. "It's difficult.. most Americans do not understand our ways.&nbsp; And it's okay.. I came here to get away from the constant scrutiny."&nbsp; He smiled and set the photo back down.&nbsp; "Come with me."<br><br>Out in the hall, the housekeeper was waiting.&nbsp; &nbsp;Lukas smiled and nodded towards the short man.<br><br>"Mister Kempt will show you to the guest quarters.&nbsp; Please make use of the en-suite there.&nbsp; If there is anything specific you need, he will make sure you have what you desire."<br><br>Lukas gave another smile, and then the short man guided Bridgette towards the front hall, and then upstairs.&nbsp; He was spritely considering his plumpness and short stature.. leading Bridgette to a very nicely appointed room..looking more like the 'presidential suite' at an expensive hotel then just simple guest quarters.&nbsp; A large four-poster bed with red satin sheets.. several makeup desks..mirrors, and of course many large paintings on the walls.&nbsp; Most of the paintings were either mountainous landscapes or portraits of people wearing official looking clothing having their portraiture done.&nbsp; Most were labeled.. in German.<br><br>"Through that door is the en-suite.. through that door is the walk-in closet - if you are curious.&nbsp; This" he indicated a brass plate with a button "is a buzzer that will ring.&nbsp; You may use it to summon me when you are ready." he paused, clearing his throat. "You will not keep Heir Stein waiting?&nbsp; He is a generous man, and we both know that he has a certain weakness for.." the man smiles and gives a wink.&nbsp; "Please do remember yourself in public and do not betray the trust Heir Stein has given you."&nbsp; the words are given as friendly advice, with only a slight ominous tone.&nbsp; However they are entirely bizarre too..&nbsp; considering she was only asking for a loan.&nbsp; What could he possibly be thinking.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 17:44:29</strong>
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				As she was shown upstairs to the guest suite, she was amazed by the quality of artwork that was all around the house. She'd traveled through Europe on her summers while growing up and had developed a fine appreciation for it. While she couldn't name every painter or sculptor she saw, a few pieces she knew right off and was impressed. The man obviously had class, or at least a damn fine decorator.<br><br>The room was exquisite and as tired as she was, it was so tempting to fall into the overly plush bed, sink under the covers and sleep until morning, though maybe getting something good to eat as well as a glass of wine and good company might be a better way for her to take her mind off of her troubles, rather than wallow in them. <br><br>Bridgette wanted to ask him what he'd meant by Mr. Stein's weakness and it occurred to her that whatever it was, might just be what he had been accusing her of trying to blackmailing him with. She didn't give it too much thought as he excused himself and left her alone in the room.<br><br>She took the clip from her hair and brushed it out, liking the way the natural wave of it let it fall around her shoulders. She decided to leave it down for the time being as she knew it looked better this way, and if she looked good, perhaps she'd start to feel a little better about things in general. Bridgette knew it would be very difficult to feel much worse. She touched up her makeup and made sure that all traces of her crying fit were gone from her features with the help of some eye drops and when she was done, she was satisfied with how she looked. Pressing the little button on the brass plate, she waited for the butler to come and get her, though she imagined she could have found her way back downstairs herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 18:55:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The housekeeper was almost instantly there, smiling.<br><br>"I trust you found everything you required, Fraulein Lawson."&nbsp; He gave her abit of a knowing smile and then lead her back down to where Lukas was waiting in the front hall.&nbsp; He was holding Brigette's coat, and helped put it on her.. quite the gentleman.&nbsp; "I don't quite have that amount of funds laying around.. would you be able to return later in the week to pick up a bank draft?" Lukas gave some idle chat as they dressed.<br><br>"But Heir?&nbsp; Certainly you.." the Housekeeper started, and then stopped abruptly as Lukas gave him a harsh look. "I shall be tidying the rec room, Heir.." and then gave a bow.<br><br>Lukas chuckled.. "Don't mind him.. he's just being cagey.&nbsp; Sometimes I think he longs to go back home, and I would let him... but he'd never leave my side."&nbsp; He leads her out to his dark gray European sports sedan.&nbsp; The weather is still dreary so the hardtop is up, but it has one of those segmented roofs that are retractable.. a convertable without the hassles of the separate pieces.. or the soft cold leaky vinyl roofs. (sue me..I like cars :) Living vicariously through Lukas)<br><br>Inside he roars the car to life.. it's a stick shift.. and smiles.&nbsp; "A rule.. we shall not talk business while we are out.&nbsp; Let me know..what do women your age gossip about.&nbsp; I must admit I am about out of touch with the comings and goings of North American culture.. your American Idols.. Sex in the Cities.. I don't quite get it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>01-12-2010, 20:46:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course, and, we can at that time draw up a new loan agreement then?"<br><br>Before she could get an answer, the butler, or housekeeper, or whatever function the older man served in made his displeasure at the idea known. He didn't come right out and say what a horrible idea it was, but it was plainly written all over his place. She decided to chalk it up to his being overprotective, though it wasn't necessary. Bridgette wasn't there to scam him out of anything, simply the loan she'd asked for and nothing else. <br><br>She would have preferred to take her own car, that way she could leave directly from the restaurant, but before she could even suggest it, she was ushered out into his car, though she had to admit, it was probably better this way. This way she could sit back and enjoy herself and not have to concentrate on the road while her mind was reeling in a thousand directions.<br><br>"I'm afraid I'm not all that big on gossip or reality television. The culture here is so diverse what one person enjoys is vastly different from others. May I ask you a personal question? Why did you leave Europe?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 01:24:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He nods.. "Yes.. at that time we can draw up the new contract."&nbsp; At the word contract, he shot another look at his housekeeper.<br><br>Outside he prided himself on his vehicles.&nbsp; He didn't drive fast, but it was a very smooth ride, even though he needed to shift through the gears.&nbsp; "I think you could easily understand why.&nbsp; Family.&nbsp; You want your independence.. I wanted my independence.&nbsp; Plus my brother.. " he breathed out.<br><br>"My brother was bringing a great deal of attention onto our family.&nbsp; He was fiercely independent.. and did things his own way.&nbsp; And that infuriated some of the more.. how about we say traditional members of our family.&nbsp; It was bringing alot of attention onto us.&nbsp; And then there was.." he stops..his cheeks turning a moment of red. "I just needed some privacy.. and I certainly didn't want to draw any more attention onto myself.. or my family.&nbsp; So I raised the idea of me coming over here.&nbsp; I don't think it's a secret..alot of Europeans look down on Americans... it was advantagous to have one of us over to look in at the bank from time to time.&nbsp; Of course the bank over here is run by Americans.. but you know how some of the traditional people like having one of us at the helm... so to speak."<br><br>It's not a long journey to get.. well..too many places in the Hamptons, and Lukas wasn't finished by the time they pulled up to the exclusive Roberto's Restaurant.&nbsp; "I called ahead to reserve us a table.&nbsp; Although with the golfing season over.. it won't be that busy.&nbsp; I never did understand the American fascination with golf.. although I suppose it was a Scottish game..was it not?&nbsp; Now Skiing.. that is pleasurable.&nbsp; Do you ski?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 18:16:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She listened to him speak on the entire drive to the restaurant. She found that she enjoyed his accent and the cadence of his voice and could have listened to him speak for hours. The accent wasn't rough or clipped as she might have thought, but rather soft and flowing. <br><br>Bridgette had to admit that she felt a thousand times better after getting so much of that off of her chest. He hadn't judged her, or called her stupid for what she'd done, understanding it seemed that she'd berated herself more efficiently than anyone else could have possibly done. He almost seemed to know that what she needed was a friendly face and a strong hug to let her know she could let it all out, though she was still slightly mortified from breaking down the way she had.<br><br>Hearing about his own family problems, though he didn't go into too many details did help her feel more comfortable. He wasn't now just some random friend of her fathers, but rather a real person that she could, in some small way, relate to. <br><br>"I don't really understand the appeal of golf either, though my father adores it. I've never actually been skiing, unless you count jet ski's, though I think its vastly different"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>03-12-2010, 23:23:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah.. yes.. Jet Ski's.&nbsp; You know another american fasincation.. to put motors on everythings..whether it needs them or not.&nbsp; Waterskis.. or bicycles.. or model airplanes.. if someone can make it.. some American can make it with a motor.. " he smiles warmly.&nbsp; "The skiing around here is decent.. up north.. have you ever been to Canada?&nbsp; Fantastic skiing.." he gets out, walking around to let her out..although Bridgette probably would have let herself out by that time robbing him of the pleasure (don't mean to metagame for you..just keeping it flowing.. but if she did wait..he'd open the car door for her)<br><br>They walk up into the small exclusive restaurant.. it's pretty empty at this early time.. and the maitre'd obviously knew Lukas.&nbsp; "Right this way Sir.&nbsp; Your table is ready."<br><br>They settle down, and Lukas receives the menu<br><br>Lukas eyes Bridgette somewhat playfully.. "Mind if I order for us?"&nbsp; he then proceeds..<br><br>"mm.. perhaps the Roasted Beets.. the one with the Chianti Dressing.. for Antipesti.&nbsp; Now it's early..and I think we should have something light.. the Flounder Puttanesca with the vegetables Coutorni please.&nbsp; &nbsp;And we'll start with a bottle of the Tiefenbrunner Sauvignon.."<br><br>He smiles and then sits back.. "Where were we...yes.. Skiing.&nbsp; Delightful..
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 19:03:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She wondered if he even realized how condescending he sounded when he spoke of Americans, but decided he most likely didn't and she wouldn't take offense. How could she when he was bailing her out of a crisis from which she didn't think she'd escape from. He was so charming as well, the way he opened her car door for her, ordered their meals for both them, though she had no idea what half of what he ordered was. <br><br>"I'd certainly love to learn how to ski, though I imagine its much different than it is out on the water, but exhilarating nonetheless"<br><br>He had been peppering her with so many questions she was certain she'd missed half of them, but she was going to do her best to keep up, the last thing she'd need is for him to think of her as a flake and rescind his offer of assistance. <br><br>"Do you miss it, your home? Do you think you'll ever move back or are you too settled here now?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 19:24:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Their conversation continued over the meal.. which started with some white wine and breads being delivered.. and then some appetizers.. which were some roasted vegetables and cheese served in this sauce.<br><br>"Home.. mmm." his pace of talking paused while he reminisced.&nbsp; "It is very different then here.&nbsp; Much smaller.. much more.. I suppose intimate.. friendly.. hard to describe really.&nbsp; You know my country.. it barely has over thirty thousand citizens.&nbsp; That wouldn't even be a city over here.. It is a small Nation.. and in such a small nation.. rumours.. people's opinions can take on a mind of their own.&nbsp; But I do miss it.. and I do go back.&nbsp; Back to stay.. perhaps sometime.. but not right now." <br><br>He smiled..sipping the wine as they went through their appetizers and moved on as the main course and side dishes were brought out - this being fish and more vegetables.&nbsp; And once the first bottle of wine was finished, Lukas paused, and then nodded to order a second one.&nbsp; He gave a smile.. "Do not worry.. I'll have Herr Kempt pick us up.. and they could send the car home later.&nbsp; It's been some time since I've had such delightful company." and he sounded sincere.&nbsp; Spending so much time with bankers.. it was nice to just have a conversation which didn't involve banks.. and which didn't have any ulterior motive..such as a woman trying to dig her hooks in to try to land a rich husband.&nbsp; He enjoyed just.. talking.<br><br>"Let me tell you about my brother.&nbsp; Well.. he was taken by this woman.. she was a model.. and even though the family frowned.. he went ahead and dated her.&nbsp; Well.. the tabloids caught wind.. everything blew up into this big to do... and the more the family tried to keep things quiet.. the more flamboyant he would become." he pauses and sipped his wine.. "Of course.. I doubt they'd ever marry..although.. once Alois takes the crown.. that may all change." he gives a shrug.. "I'm sorry.. I do not want to bore you with court nonsense.&nbsp; Let us talk about you.. Once we get this nonsense with your job settled.. what would you really want to do?"&nbsp; Lukas is getting alittle tipsy.. but in a friendly talkative way.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 18:59:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Regardless of if someone were going to pick them up or not, Bridgette had switched to water half way through the first bottle of wine. She still had to drive back to her apartment when they got back to his house. At least it was still her apartment to get to, though with no job and no savings, she wasn't certain how she was going to pay rent. She supposed she'd have to move back to her fathers home and make up a good reason as to why. <br><br>The more she listened to him talk, the more she realized that while he had been perfectly charming, save that small incident back at his house, his people didn't have very high opinions of Americans. It didn't seem that he held the same view, though it was too soon to tell. <br><br>"Why would marrying a model be such a scandal? Unless she's the type of model that the magazines come in plain brown wrappers for. What about you? Have you ever been married?"<br><br>She changed the subject rather than answering his question about what she wanted to do with her future. She couldn't see her future past the current crisis she was in, she would think about the rest as it came, for now she just wanted to bury her head in the sand and wish it would all magically go away.<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 19:44:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He winced at the question.. not a big action.. but it was obvious he was trying to steer the conversation away from that direction, and Bridgette took it directly into it.<br><br>"Mm.. It's just.. our family had sortof.. expectations.&nbsp; And she wasn't an erotic model.. she modeled for Victoria Secrets.. did some modeling in Paris.&nbsp; It's just.. my family is very traditional.. and as such.. their relationship drew attention.&nbsp; And it wasn't just their relationship.. my brother is.. flamboyant.&nbsp; Any changes of downplaying the issue..he rather drew attention to it.&nbsp; He liked being in the attention of the media."<br><br>He sipped some more..enjoying the meal, and continuing to talk after the meal was finished..<br><br>"Mm.. no.&nbsp; Not myself.&nbsp; I guess I have not found the right woman.&nbsp; Plus it is difficult.&nbsp; I've had many women express an interest.. but it's difficult to see if they are genuine.. or if they are marrying for the money or prestige.&nbsp; In a way that's part of why I came to America.. plus it's a surprisingly closed society back home.&nbsp; Here.. I'm much more anonymous.&nbsp; &nbsp;I can enjoy myself without the pressures of family..&nbsp; I can take them on my terms."<br><br>He finishes up.. "Just bill my account please.&nbsp; Oh..I think I've had too much to drive.. can you call Herr Kempt to pick us up?&nbsp; Thank you." he smiles at the waiter, reaching to sign over a generous tip, and then raises to help Bridgette with her coat, and then don his own.<br><br>"So.. when you come back.. I can have all the papers drawn up, and a bank draft for the amount." he smiles..chatting while they wait for his house-keeper to pick them up.&nbsp; "We'll take very good care of you, Miss Larson." he smiles and shakes her hand in a jovial 'seal the deal' type manner.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 21:32:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				By the time Bridgette arrived back at her apartment that night, she felt a sense of relief she hadn't felt in months now. Everything would be okay, she wasn't going to jail for embezzlement, not that her father wouldn't have fixed it if he'd known, but now her pride would also remain in tact. She was going to do whatever she needed to, in order to pay back the loan in full. <br><br>The whole day had been surreal, the house, the strange conversation, the dinner, none of it seemed quite real but by the time she'd left, they'd set a time for her to come back to sign the papers and get the money. She called her old boss and set up a time the following week to come in and take care of the repayment of what she'd taken, as well as fill out whatever legal papers needed to be seen too and to clear out her office. <br><br>While she wandered around her apartment, she wondered what kind of a job she could possibly find now that would allow her to keep her place, realistically she knew that she wouldn't be able to. But that was tomorrows problem, for tonight, she would be able to sleep for the first time since this all started. As she drifted off that night, all she could think about was Lukas.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 00:16:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After seeing Bridgette off, Lukas continued around the house.&nbsp; His housekeeper chided him for allowing himself to indulge in wine.. and in the middle of the afternoon to boot!&nbsp; He made some phonecalls to get lawyers working on Bridgette's case.. and made a couple others to the bank down in New York.. even though he was little more then a figurehead.. the senior executives would bend over backwards to try to keep him appeased.&nbsp; After all their bank was wholey and completely owned by the royal family.. and Lukas /was/ that royal family as far as they were concerned.<br><br>Lukas remembered how nice the conversation was.. how free he was to talk.&nbsp; He thought back to some of his other dalliances.. the ones he keeps behind closed doors.. but even with them he isn't allowed to really talk freely.&nbsp; For them it's little more then a business transaction.. <br><br>It slowly dawned on him that Lukas was... lonely.&nbsp; Of his own creation.. he kept people away with his standoffishness.. and would be especially guarded around female company.&nbsp; He did not want to create a fuss like his brother did..and honestly he never really felt he could find someone who truly understood him.&nbsp; But with Bridgette there was no danger of that.&nbsp; She came to him.. and in exchange he got some pleasant company with no ulterior motives.<br><br>Well..apart from the money..that is.&nbsp; Lukas continued his day..and his week.. ensuring that everything was in order for the scheduled return of Bridgette.&nbsp; He even gave Herr Kempt the day off..
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 21:03:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bridgette spent half of the morning getting ready on the day she was going to see Lukas again. What did one wear when picking up a check of a sizeable amount of money from an interesting and handsome man? How did this all get so mixed up in her mind. He was her fathers friend, of sorts, he was doing her a favor of which she didn't know that she could ever repay, the money aside which would be repaid.<br><br>One outfit was too casual, the other too formal, finally she settled on one of her more casual suits sans jacket. It was a business meeting of sorts but that didn't mean she couldn't look nice for it. The man was a complete mystery to her, one moment he was serious, the next he'd moved to terrifying and then comforting. It was enough to make her head swim, but at least this time when she saw him, she was more prepared. She'd been sleeping a little better and some of the worry she'd been feeling had started to ease away. Of course, she was still terrified of what would come next in her life. The uncertainty of it all left her stomach in knots, but the gripping fear that her life was ruined was gone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>30-12-2010, 15:01:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lukas' cars were in the parking lot.&nbsp; Unlike the overcast day earlier, today was sunny and bright.&nbsp; The week had a number of rainy days, but today was past that.. the sun was out.. the air was crisp and fresh and the colours seemed more vibrant.<br><br>There was a delay when Bridgette came to the door, and Lukas eventually answered the door in person.&nbsp; He smiled.. "I'm sorry M'dear.. I had given Herr Kempt the day off.. and when the door rang.. forgot about that fact..and assumed he would get it.&nbsp; Please.. come in."<br><br>As usual he was wearing a very fashionable business attire.. more meant to relax in a bistro then work in an office however.<br><br>"I hope you had a good week.. have my lawyers been in touch with you regarding your work?"&nbsp; They talked as they retired to a back patio.. overlooking a pool and tennis court.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 17:11:35</strong>
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				When the door finally opened, Bridgette was glad to see that it was Lukas and not his butler that answered, the other man made her entirely nervous and she had a feeling he thought that she was there to take advantage of Lukas. In a way she could admire the loyalty there, but it grated on her nerves nonetheless. She wanted his help yes, but not a handout and she wasn't going to take advantage of anything.<br><br>"Yes they did, and they are going to be speaking with the company to resolve it. I cant thank you enough for what you're doing for me"<br><br>She followed him out on to the back patio and took a good look at the grounds. They were exquisite. The way the landscaping was done, the flowers that were chosen both for scent and looks, it was the perfect spot she thought.<br><br>"The more of your home I see the more I like it"<br><br>She gestured to the tennis courts as they continued out.<br><br>"Do you play?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 20:19:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lukas smiled at the compliment.. "Oh... thank you.. thank you.&nbsp; It is such a lovely and spacious house.. back in Europe.. space is limited.. houses.. cars..roads..everything is much smaller.&nbsp; It's such a luxury to be able to spread out." he smiled at the young woman.. "Would you like to see more of the house?&nbsp; I could take you on a tour.. if you were interested.&nbsp; Unless you are in a hurry and want to just conclude our business." <br><br>He smiles.. feeling quite at home with her... "Tennis.. alittle..recreational.... nothing more.&nbsp; I also like to swim.. in the summer time naturally.. "&nbsp; &nbsp;They paused.. his was one of the houses that didn't look out onto the water..being on the inner side of the road..and not the outer side which backed onto the small bay.. but there were many beaches just within walking distance.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 19:22:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'd love a tour, if you're sure I'm not taking up too much of your time today"<br><br>While she did want to conclude their business so it wasn't hanging over her head any longer, she saw no reason to be rude and take his check and leave. Even if she got back into the city late, it wasn't as if she had to get up early in the morning for work, though she was going to have to find a job sooner or later. <br><br>"Living in the city this past year, I didn't realize how much I missed living in a house with property to it, not being right on top of your neighbors. You must love it out here"<br><br>Good looking, rich and single, she imagined he didn't stay lonely here for very long, though, she certainly wouldn't say that to him. <br><br>"Does your family visit here often? Or do they prefer to stay in Europe? I'm sorry, I hope I'm not prying"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 23:51:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He started taking her around his house.. on the main floor mainly being rooms for entertaining others.. a smoking room.. his 'office'..a library.. and large opulant dining room.. a small breakfest kitchen which overlooked the backyard.&nbsp; They continued talking as he travelled..interupting to describe where a particular piece of art.. or the odd portrait which seemed to be of various European nobility and royalty.<br><br>And in some of the photos.. Lukas could clearly be seen.. hob-nobbing with royalty.. sometimes with movie stars..&nbsp; and some of the expensive pieces are truly 'crazy' expensive.. one of his proudest pieces being an original Rembrandt.. the sortof painting that should be in a national art gallery.<br><br>"Oh.. it is absolutely delightful.. I love having the grounds.. although without Herr Kempt and the occasional temporary gardening staffing I couldn't hope to take care of it." he smiled..taking his time and pausing when Bridgette wanted to look at something.<br><br>"My family tends to be rather busy with their affairs.. My one brother has come over.. I doubt my parents would.&nbsp; It's far too much hassle.&nbsp; I get home several times a year - although with the prices of places back home I just rent a suite at the hotel for the time I'm back." he pauses, smiling.. seeking out a photo of someone looking similar to Lukas.. who has a supermodel on his arm. "This is my brother..and his companion.&nbsp; And no.. Bridgette.. I honestly love the chance to talk.&nbsp; I rarely get to.. how do you say.. open up." he looks into her eyes..his defenses coming down..she's such a young pure person.. finally someone who isn't trying to 'hook' him.. "I don't have many people who I can just talk to.. you would be surprised.&nbsp; So many people have ulterior motives.&nbsp; It's very refreshing having a.. friend.. like you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 22:29:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Yeah, I'm a real treat</em>, she thought. She had thrown away her career, tried her hand at embezzlement, had to go begging to her fathers friend to bail her out of it, and he was glad to have someone like her to talk to? Either he was completely full of it, had another motive himself or was genuinely just a lonely person. She hoped it was the last one, for she enjoyed his company as well, probably more than she ought to. <br><br>Wondering, not for the first time, if other peoples motives to get close to him are what sparked that small outburst she'd seen the day she'd first come here. She also couldn't help but be curious about whatever secret he was trying to protect that he'd accused her of blackmailing him, though she already knew she'd never ask. If he came to trust her in time, perhaps he'd tell her, but he was doing enough for her, she didn't need to push anything else.<br><br>"I'm sure someone like you would find plenty of people who wanted to get to know you withut an ulterior motive, if you were open to it. I don't believe you're as hard to get to know as you'd have people believe"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 22:46:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He thinks about that as they continue their tour.. heading upstairs..although mostly it's to peek into rooms..not dwelling too much on the bedrooms or bathrooms... he doesn't want to give the wrong impression.&nbsp; PLus he doesn't take her into the rooms which he lets Herr Kempt.. respecting his privacy.<br><br>"Hmm.. You know Bridgette.. I think maybe you may be right.&nbsp; I may not realize it.. but I'm so .. paranoid about all of the.. what is the term.. gold diggers.. that I don't really give people chances.&nbsp; But you know.. it is really hard to really get to know anyone." he lets out a sigh.. "Sure.. there are many fantastic people.. but it is hard to know what they are thinking.&nbsp; Money..banks.. companies.. they are much easier to understand."<br><br>He shows her his bedroom briefly.. it's massive.. with the ornate paintings and statuary that the rest of the place has.. a massive bed which looks so comfy.. and then strangely beside his bedroom is another door..which he just passes by.&nbsp; Bridgette does catch him looking at the door.. then a faint red come to his cheeks as he quickly goes off topic to talk about his bathroom..which has a nice hottub and a small wooden sauna .. "Whoever invented this was a genius... after an afternoon of skiing.. or what have you.. this is the best thing for the aching muscles."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 22:28:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"But if you simply close yourself off to getting to know people and putting the effort in, aren't you really denying yourself the chance to meet those wonderful people, dooming yourself to being lonely? I know its none of my business, but I think you're interesting and the fact that you were willing to help someone you barely know, means you're innately kind. I'd hate to see all that kept locked away because maybe you're afraid to risk getting burned"<br><br>Bridgette knew she was talking a little out of turn, but she felt as if she could say what was on her mind to him and he'd appreciate the honesty. At least she hoped she had read him right. The tour of the house was interesting and she would have been lying if she didn't say she had some curiosity as to what was in the other door in his room, but didn't think it was appropriate to ask. It was probably just another closet anyway.<br><br>"I couldn't agree more. You know now having seen more of it, my opinion on your house has changed a bit. Its a lot more appealing than I had thought from the outside. But it must feel so isolated at times."<br><br>Having always been a social person, she couldn't imagine living on so much property with no one to keep her company except a few servants. It was one of the draws of the city for her, there were always tons of people around any time of the day or night and she could be as alone or as crowded as she pleased.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasen03</strong> on <strong>27-01-2011, 23:11:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nods.."I do think you're right.. although it's nice to have the quiet.&nbsp; Back in my country.. houses are built ontop of houses.. the roads wind up and down mountains.. very narrow.. It's much like your downtown New York..and yet.. not at all.. It doesn't have the hustle and bustle.. " he smiles.. "Perhaps one day you will see it for yourself.&nbsp; Growing up amongst that.. it's quite nice the amount of space that we have up here in the Hamptons.."<br><br>He likes how honest and forthright she can be.&nbsp; On the way past..he pauses ever so slightly at the one 'mystery' door..but doesn't mention it.. returning back downstairs..<br><br>"Out back..well..with this weather there isn't much to see.. you surely need to return in the spring.. it's much nicer then." he smiles..leading them into a lounge.. "Can I get you anything?&nbsp; A drink.. refreshments?&nbsp; I can cook for my own.. Just because I have a house-keeper doesn't make me totally useless.." he jokes..<br><br>With refreshments taken care of, he sits opposite her on a couch.<br><br>"Now.. I guess to business.. " he slides a large envelope that's been on the table the entire time. "That is the money you need.&nbsp; I know you've been talking to my lawyers too.. they should have taken care of all of the affairs.&nbsp; And I can make arrangements for you to have an interview at one of our banks downtown.. Unfortunately we don't have any branches out here in the Hamptons.. although if you need..I do have a small flat in the city you could borrow while you're trying to find yourself someplace to live." he smiles..
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Kasen03 &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 22:10:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking the envelope from him, she wasn't certain she'd heard everything he'd said quite right. She expected to have to find work doing some menial job like a cashier someplace or worse. She never expected him to help her find work, the loan was more than she should have asked for in the first place. She wanted to be able to refuse him outright for the offer of a place to live while she found other arrangements since she could no longer afford her apartment, but she wasn't in the position to turn down such an offer. <br><br>"I don't even know how to thank you. The loan was one thing, but you've really gone out of your way me. I don't know why but I'm really grateful, thank you"<br><br>Bridgette knew she had to be careful with her feelings, she was more than a little vulnerable and part of her thought she might be mixing gratitude and a general fondness with something more when it came to the man sitting across from her. For the first time since all this started, she felt safe and cared for, and it was something she liked. It didn't hurt that, while old enough to be her father, he had kept himself in fine form and was certainly attractive. Yes, she had to be very careful how she tread.
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