A Debt Repaid (Scrapmask-FLN826)
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				Title: <strong>A Debt Repaid (Scrapmask-FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 10:28:56</strong>
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				Water stopped running as he turned the shower off. He's already reaching for the towel before he's even stepped out of the shallow pool of water in his tub.&nbsp; Rubbing the dark threads of his hair in the towel, attempting to dry himself,&nbsp; he begins brushing his teeth. He doesn't even bother to wrap the towel around himself. He just brushed away and dabs at himself at the same time. The strange cobination of actions begining to test his coordination. He was in a hurry. Because of a phone call.<br>It took him a moment to realize who it was. Before he realized, she asked to see him right away. She sounded distressed, and hesitant. It was enough to get him to climb out of bed this early and grab a quick rinse before his company arrived. The steam of the shower did nothing to remove the sleep from his eyes. He rubbed at them with the backs of his hands.<br><br>"I'll be there shortly." she'd said. Shortly was much sooner than he'd have liked. He hadn't kept contact with her brother, let alone her, for some time now. But here she was, out of the blue looking for some sort of help. He caught himself in the mirror and shook his head. Aaron couldn't figure out what could have been so urgent that she needed to stop by at this hour. Despite his confusion, he was still washing himself up for her. 'Guess it's an old habit.' he thought. 'Always have to be presentable for the ladies.' even in his head the words dripped with sarcasm.<br><br>He pulled his pants on and started buttoning up his shirt when his doorbell rang. He practically glided down the flights of stairs as he approached the door. He ran his fingers through his hair one last time in front of the mirror, and turned to the door, opening it up and rubbing even more sleep away as the door hit the stopper.<br><br>"Er, hello?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Scrapmask-FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 16:38:44</strong>
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				Amanda stood outside of the door for a good twenty minutes before ringing the doorbell. She had no idea how she had let things get so far out of hand, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Her brother was the only family she'd had left and she wasn't about to go crawling to him to bail her out again, especially since the last time he'd made it clear that it was the last time.<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. 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>Aaron had been her brothers best friend growing up. When they were in college and she was barely in her first year of high school she'd had a ridiculous crush on him, but she knew he only ever saw Mandy, her friends sister who tried to tag along whenever she could to be with them. She knew they had lost touch over the years, mainly due to her brothers moving across the country for his work. She had no idea if he would be willing to help her out now, but she was desperate and she knew that he had money, had come from money and had made his own as well. Her hand was shaking when she rang the bell and her voice caught in her throat when he opened the door.<br><br>She walked in when she opened the door and gave him a quick hug. She supposed pleasantries were in order first but she felt like she might pass out if she didn't get it off of her chest. The whole story came pouring out before she could stop herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Scrapmask-FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>19-06-2010, 11:03:52</strong>
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				Her words ran past him rather quickly. He hadn't been ready for such a lengthy explanation. He fought to keep track of everything she said, allowing her outburst to run it's course before reacting. His face became more and more serious as the seconds past. By the time the story was over, he had his fist in his chin and was staring off into nothing. He remained silent for a little while.<br><br>Without saying a word, he walked into the kitchen and opened a cabinet. He pulled down a bottle of scotch, and proceeded to pour a small amount into a glass. He turned to her and held up the bottle. "Would you like any?" he asked softly. He pulled out a chair for her as he spoke. "If you don't like scotch, I have other drinks." He placed the bottle down for a moment and took a slow sip of his drink, inhaling deeply afterwards to get the full effect of the burn at the back of his throat. He looked at her in silence for a few more moments. He took a deep breath before speaking.<br><br>"Mandy. You got yourself into some trouble. Big trouble." His emphasis on 'big' causing his eyebrows to raise. He took another swig of his drink. "I don't think your brother would be very happy with any of this at all. What were you thinking?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Scrapmask-FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>19-06-2010, 15:17:41</strong>
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				Even though it was still early in the morning, she gratefully took the drink and the seat he offered her. Now that she'd said it all out loud, she felt completely drained and was doing her best not to fall apart in front of him or cry. Bringing up the fact that her brother would be less than pleased by the situation stung a bit, surely he had to know that she had come to him in hopes to avoid telling her brother what she'd done. <br><br>"I know, I know I screwed up...but I don't know what to do now, I don't want to go to jail"<br><br>There, she'd said it out loud. She didn't want to go to jail and if she didn't pay back the money, that's exactly what would happen. Amanda had never been so scared or ashamed in her entire life, she didn't even think it was possible to feel this low. <br><br>She dropped her head into her hands as she couldn't stop a few tears from forming. She was 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, in a way she was relieved to have told someone finally. Now all she could do was pray he would help her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Scrapmask-FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 01:06:53</strong>
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				He drained his drink and placed the glass down softly. He rubbed his eyes once more and watched her sob for a moment. He had never been good at comforting people. He'd always been the person who told people what was wrong, no matter how harsh the truth was. He wasn't exactly uneasy with tears. He just didn't know what to do about them. He'd made plenty of people cry in his day, but when he wasn't the one controlling it...it was foreign to him. He felt like taking charge of her sadness by going through the laundry list of problems she had, and telling her how to fix each and every one. At least then he was the one causing her to cry. Unfortunately, telling someone what they did wrong has never worked. He had to show them. <br><br>He shook his head before speaking. "What are we going to do about this?" His tone was soft. His eyes drifted over to her, his hand followed. He put his hand on her head, rubbing her hair in a soothing manner. "You don't have the money, and you can't simply get money for nothing." <br><br>He had to remind himself that this was Amanda. He'd practically grown up with her. She had to know how harsh he typically is on people. But still she came here. Was it for lack of choices? Was it because she wanted to be told off, so she could have someone say what she was thinking? Or was she really just looking for someone familiar to hold her hand through hard times?<br><br>"If you need help that badly, I have more than enough money to pay off your debts." He stopped petting her. "But if I pay off your debts like that..." He snapped his fingers as he spoke "...You would just wind up back in a similar situation, looking for another get out of jail free card." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Scrapmask-FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 03:40:38</strong>
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				She allowed herself to lean up against him and cry it out. There was something comforting in having someone who knew you so well holding you while your life was falling apart. Of course, she knew this rare moment of tenderness from him was just that. While Aaron could at times be very compassionate, he was also blunt to a fault. He never held his punches in what he thought and she'd often been irritated by it, and admired him for it. You always knew where you stood with him. <br><br>It would be so easy to just beg him for the money to bail her out. She was certain out of loyalty to her brother and her family, he would give it to her, though she knew it would go against his nature to do so. The truth was, she wasn't looking for a handout this time, but she knew she needed help.<br><br>"No, Aaron I'm not looking for you to just give me money, I just...I didn't know where else to go. I...I do need the money, or I'll go to jail. But I don't expect you to give it to me, at least not just give it to me. It would be a loan, I'd pay you back every cent, I'll work for you, I'll....I don't know, I'm ..."<br><br>She was desperate, that was the plain and simple of it, she was desperate and out of options. If he turned her down, she knew that her life as well as her career were over. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Scrapmask-FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 06:06:46</strong>
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				His hands began petting her head more. He let his fingers intertwine with her hair as she cried. He could see where she went wrong. He knew this was all because she was careless and made a number of bad decisions that were all preventable. He wanted so badly to tell her that she had put herself into this situation, and she had to dig herself out. He wanted her to learn to stand on her own more than anything. <br><br>But he couldn't do that to her. He couldn't do that to Mandy. He'd spent too much time watching her get hurt. He didn't want to sit through it again.<br><br>He sighed and pulled his hand away from her head once more.. "I can give you the money...but you'd have to work it off." he said after a moment of silence. He looked around the room before speaking again. "You could be a maid...maybe you could run errands. Be my personal assistant?" He couldn't believe he was doing this. It went against everything he had done before now.&nbsp; <br>"Don't make me regret it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Scrapmask-FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 16:53:11</strong>
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				She became overwhelmed by relief, he was going to help her out, and she wouldn't have her freedom taken away from her. If he wanted her to clean his house or run his errands, she'd do whatever she could to pay back every cent, that was a promise she made to herself as well as to him. This was not going to be something she was going to let fall to the wayside. <br><br>"I don't know what to say except thank you"<br><br>Wiping the tears from her eyes she looked over at him for a minute. She wasn't entirely sure why he'd agreed so easily, but she was grateful. She supposed she came off as pitiful enough that he felt the need to help her, though she hadn't tried to play him, she was a genuine mess. For a moment she wondered if he was going to say anything about this to her brother. She certainly hoped not, he already thought she was a lost cause and screw up, destined to never do anything right, not that she'd given him any reason to think otherwise. <br><br>"Do you think I need a lawyer? Or just the deal they put on the table doesn't require on? I'm....I haven't been able to think clearly since this all started"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Scrapmask-FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 02:00:55</strong>
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				"Whatever their deal was, I will cover." He doubted that she would have stayed out of jail this long if the debt was too high for him to handle. It was a safe bet that they only wanted to punish her as an example to the other staff. If it was a large enough case of embezzlement, she'd have been in court faster than she could apologize. "But if I do that, I am going to expect you to work this all off. All of it. Anything I say goes. I am assuming you don't have a job anymore, after this?" his voice had beenl soothing, but he changed the tone and expression very quickly. He made sure to show how serious he was as he spoke.<br><br>He glanced at the clock and felt tired again. He wanted to crawl back into bed. But he had to deal with this. He couldn't just let her off the hook that easily. He stood up and put the liquor away.&nbsp; "Mandy?" his voice going back to calming "Why did you wake me up so early? Why were you even UP this early?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Scrapmask-FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 02:38:32</strong>
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				She nodded her head when he said he expected her to work the debt off, she intended to work off or pay back every cent he was going to put forward to clear this problem up. She barely trusted her voice any longer she was so grateful and emotional, and tired. She hadn't slept a full night since this whole thing started and even before then, when the collection calls started coming in, she had bee so stressed on how to fix that problem, she couldn't remember the last time she felt secure enough or safe enough to really sleep. <br><br>"No, no I don't have my job anymore after this"<br><br>Everything she had worked so hard to achieve was gone with one stupid desperate act. Her reputation was ruined, no one would hire her again for anything in her chosen field, she'd be lucky to get a job in a coffee shop when this was all over. She knew she was being too emotional about it, the bright side was now she wouldn't have to worry about a criminal record on top of everything else.<br><br>"I guess I didn't realize it was so early, I've been up for hours, actually I don't think I went to sleep at all last night. I'm sorry I called so early"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Scrapmask-FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 04:28:32</strong>
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				"Tomorrow...eh....after I wake back up...we can go bring the money in and repay them. Then you can start working for me right after that." He looked at Amanda a moment, processing the situation and debating what to do. He eventually gave in and decided that rest was more important at the moment. "Why don't you sleep over here? I'll crash on the couch. For tonight only!" the urgency in his voice spiked, he didn't want her to get use to taking his bed. If she was going to be working for him, he couldn't go too easy on her. But right now she needed to relax and get herself stable again before she could improve.<br><br>"You can go ahead and take a shower. Get some sleep. We can discuss what I am going to do with you tomorrow." His head was starting to feel a little too much pressure. If he thought about this too much longer, he might find himself with a massive headache. He wasn't even entirely sure what he was going to have her do. He worked at home. He was use to doing things alone. It would be strange to have someone to run around and do work for him. Hell, he might even have a cleaner place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Scrapmask-FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 14:53:01</strong>
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				Amanda didn't bother to mention the fact that he had two guest rooms upstairs, seeing how tired he was and not thinking too clearly. That and the fact that she was beyond grateful at the moment he could have said the sky was purple and the grass was red and she would readily agree. She got up and gave him the tightest hug she could manage before turning and heading upstairs before she started to cry again. <br><br>Once upstairs she looked around his bedroom, impressed at how a single man who lived and worked out of his home could have such good taste in decor and keep it all presentable. She couldn't imagine what he'd need a maid for, if he didn't already have one, but, at least this place would be easy to keep clean as it was already starting out that way. She had a lot to figure out now. Her bills were all paid off and Aaron was going to pay off her debt to the company that she'd stole from, but she would have to figure something out. She still had to pay rent to her apartment and all the utilities and living expenses, even if she cut out every single thing she didn't have to have, she realized in addition to working for Aaron, she was going to have to find another job as well to keep her head above water. The thought of it was too much at the moment and she decided to take that hot shower and try to rest a bit. <br><br>She took her time in shower letting the hot water ease away some of the tension that had been building up inside of her. When she got out, she realized she didn't have anything to change into so she grabbed his robe that was hanging on the back side of the bathroom door and wrapped herself in that before crawling into the bed. She was asleep within minutes of her head hitting the pillow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Scrapmask-FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 09:27:38</strong>
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				While she showered, he plopped down in a chair in his living room. He let his head roll back and rest on the back of the chair, his legs stretched out on an ottoman. His thoughts wandered as he drifted to sleep, but they always came back to Amanda. She was in trouble, in more ways than one. Even though paying her debts would help the immediate situation, the old saying "teach a man how to fish..." crossed his mind more than once. It persisted until he fell unconscious in the seat.<br><br>He woke up a few hours later, with a stiff neck and a slight headache. He climbed out of the seat and stretched, feeling more aches in his back and shoulders. 'lovely' he thought. 'next time she can find her own bed.' his poor sleeping conditions only adding to his attitude. He hadn't even considered using a guest room yet. He often forgot he had other rooms to his house. He never ventured far from his office or bedroom during the day. Not much demand to explore the place. He had very few needs, and he met them all rather simply.<br><br>That had to change. If he was going to break Amanda of her bad habits, he would have to make things harder for her. If he could make the thought of being in debt or making poor decisions painfully unpleasant for her, she might not do it again. 'but how do I make things harder for her?'<br>He knew ideas would come to him, but right now he just needed to relax. He climbed the stairs, ignored the other bathroom he passed by, and walked straight into his room. He took his shirt off and threw it on Amanda's head. "Wake up." he said simply as he began unbuttoning his pants. He walked into his personal bathroom and shut the door, preparing for a long soak in the tub.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Scrapmask-FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 00:21:38</strong>
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				The way he chose to wake her up had startled her awake. She barely had time to register where she was when she saw him walk back into the bathroom. Getting up out of the bed Amanda walked over to the vanity and took a good look. Her eyes were still red and puffy from her earlier crying fit and she still had some dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep. She had been under so much pressure and stress she didn't remember the last time she'd felt secure or safe enough to sleep through the night.<br><br>She was grateful beyond words that he was going to help her out of this situation and she didn't have to go begging her brother to bail her out again. This had been humiliating enough and she knew that she was going to have to pay Aaron back, the tightness she had been feeling in her chest at the thought of jail was starting to loosen up a bit. <br><br>Not for the first time in their lives, she wished she could read minds so that she could figure out what he was thinking. Aaron was always so quiet and serious, the exact opposite of her brother who was the eternal life of the party. How they had been so close was always a mystery to her. She supposed his rather serious nature was why he was still single. He was extremely attractive, had money, a good career, why he had never settled down had baffled her, but she supposed that wasn't any of her business. <br><br>She made the bed up and went back downstairs while she heard the water running in the bathroom. The least she could do was fix them something to eat for when he got out. She wasn't much in the kitchen, but she could handle something simple like sandwiches or soup if he had anything in the kitchen. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Scrapmask-FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>scrapmask</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 06:09:54</strong>
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				The hot water helped relieve the tension in his neck from the bad sleeping arrangement. He tried to relax as much as possible, breathing deep and trying to focus on the sensation of the air going into his lungs. The cool sensation mixed with the steam helped energize him as he bathed. After a long rest, he climbed out and began drying himself off. He looked in the mirror and decided to shave. If he was going to be cutting a large check for someone, being clean shaven seemed almost inconsequential. Still he tidied himself up for his unusual meeting.<br><br>Aaron soon emerged from his room smelling of aftershave, and wearing a suit. When Amanda wasn't there, he found his way downstairs in search of her. He eventually found her in the kitchen.<br><br>"You should call you boss, and let him know that we need to meet with him." He fidgeted with the cuffs of his shirt.&nbsp; He was never entirely comfortable in a suit. But he understood the need to appear put together and professional. "We should also get you some clean clothes. If you are going to negotiate this payment, it won't hurt to be presentable." he barely afforded her a glance while he adjusted his sleeves and collar, getting more lost in his own thoughts as he went.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Debt Repaid (Scrapmask-FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 16:13:16</strong>
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				Amanda wasn't entirely sure what she expected, but the site of him all made up in his suit had her breath hitch just a bit. She blinked the thoughts away as quickly as they came to her, this wasn't the time to let her mind wander off of what was important. She set out the food on the table for him and walked over to him. She reached out and straightened his tie and smoothed over the back of his jacket and shoulders. Not that he needed the assistance, but, it was something she could do to keep her hands busy.<br><br>"I should probably go home and get changed then"<br><br>While she still had the apartment to call home that was. <br><br>"I'll call my boss and set up a time and then call you, okay?"<br><br>It hadn't occurred to her that she'd have to negotiate a payment. She thought she owed what she took, though he was probably right, and he certainly knew more about business than she did. She could only hope that he wouldn't let her flounder there in the meeting. No, of course he wouldn't, if nothing else, having him with her would give her a bit of courage, a strength she could lean on for she lacked so much of it in herself.
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