With a wave of a gloved hand, Orlean gestures for the now-dead body to be elsewhere. Taken from her presence due to the pirating business is complete. The long-bladed dagger styled as a miniature rapier slips out the body with a third male coming forward with a towel to wipe the blade after Orlean places it in his hands. Two other men clean up the mess left on the docks as she feels the breeze picking up in this lateness of the day.
” Keyo, clean and sharpen it. It has duties tomorrow. Four traitors today, ” She irritatedly states in walking toward the Rolls Royce Phantom.
With her approaching the vehicle, the chauffeur beside the notorious black luxury car opens the back door. Immediately, he extends a hand to provide chivalrous assistance to his owner. Orlean flashes a glance with a cold smile in commanding, ” Home to Daddy, Marti. “
With it said, Orlean barely touches the hand as she enters the car. The door comes closed, and the car swiftly finds a fast pace. It is forty-seven minutes to the front gate of the estate of the Santiago Sebastian De León family.
Eyes become sternly fixed on the massive old-style Spanish mansion. Then the moment that the gate opens, she is fully focused on that house. Those eyes of an intense chocolate brown shift to the grandness of the artistic front door as the car close in on the building. A deep apprehensive sigh. A pushing a side of the laptop computer from being on the lap. Then the dropped the cell phone on the car seat. Deeper breaths and centring on her dynamic personal power, her deadly skill of coldness and professional diligence.
Car stopped. An awaiting security guard opens the car`s back door. Then an extended hand comes to assist the adoptive daughter of Santiago De León. Out evolves the sensual elegance of empowered feminine curves. A strut of a rhythm meets the moment those stilettos touch down on the driveway stones. The front door opened, and into the house with all doors from then onward wide open in waiting for her arrival.
Onward, in keeping pace, Orlean finds Sebastian in the house office on the main floor. The tall, handsome, dark-haired Spanish gentleman watches as she comes to him. His sixty-two-year-old eyes find a twinkling as she approaches. His heart pounds with pride in claiming her as his own. That brings his smile blazing at that fact.
” Pour us some Barbadian dark rum. We grieve the loss and gain of possibilities. ” Directs Sebastian in swivelling his leather chair to rise into coming to stand with Orlean, as he queries. “ No troubles? ”
” None, Papa. ” Cooly replies Orlean while walking over to the medium-sized wall table where a selection of alcohol abides. Immediately she sees the bottle of dark rum. The label read ‘69% ABV, and her favourite flashed a thought of joy. Then before continuing to answer Sebastian, she pours two half-glass tumblers of the dark richness of perfect rum.
” Easy, clean and dealt with it. Tomorrow the funds will be returned to us. The Asian raiders of our cargo ships in the North Atlantic have their warnings. So do our supposedly loyal crew leaders.” Replied Orlean in placing the bottle of rum back in its prior place.
” It is a shame. Some were good men for years, loyal and strict in duty.” He supplies with an irritated but understanding sigh.
” One remaining, Toshi Keyo.” Comes conveying while staring questioningly toward Orlean. ” The hardest one, for it may affect you personally. “
Then he follows this with a suggestion. ” Go see, Joichi tonight. Tell her all of the truth. She already knows what he has done and the payments for it. But, you should comfort, so there are limited hard feelings between you two.”
” Suppose so. Toshi was her best friend at one time. But he stole from her. Stole experimental tech that cost her contracts.” Clarify Orlean while sipping the rum in expecting more instruction.
” Uhm, ” flows in a knowing understanding as Sebastian continues the fatherly advice. ” There are reservations at the Saddle restaurant, the one on Amador de Los Ríos Steet. Dinner for nine with a notice that the private dining room requires discretion due to intimacy. “
Those sculpted eyebrow perks of being almost surprised. Orlean notes that her daddy is aware that she fucks her playmates on tables and in public places. Thus, a minor bit unnerved, yet not truly so. Sebastian winks as he sees her nervous facial response to his blunt statements.
” Oh, come now, we both know that I know. We both know that your sexual appetite is ferocious. That holds especially true between Joichi and you.” Comes said with a grin while slickly downing the rum in a tumbler glass.
” Uhm, ” Unemotionally hums Orlean before gulping down the entire half glass of rum.
” Go upstairs. Your mother has a gift to serve you. Take it and do what you want with it. And come for Sunday dinner. We both need to be around you.” Plays as last words into the stillness that now comes to rest between them. This silence abides because both of them know that Orlean needs to go to her home to shower away the duties of Rapier.
” Yes, Papa, and I will be no later than seven on Sunday. Return from Hong Kong will be in the afternoon.” Orlean obediently conveys in turning to leave before going to her mother in the upstairs room where Miranda Borbón enjoys writing novels.
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