Aubrey Jennings, head of the company that ran Panarena Fantasy Online, returned to her office around seven forty-five that evening. There was a notice on her desk from her secretary; it was nothing she had not expected, merely a note about having missed the formal function that she had been expected at that night. But there had been a more pressing engagement for her, at least on a personal note.
I have to say, I am most impressed that my daughters have come so far since the holidays; perhaps I was a fool all along in the end. Perhaps, if I had just accepted Christina... ah, but now I will do what I can to encourage her, or at least to support her, if she needs it. Their friends are a lively and interesting bunch; but they're all good kids, from what I can see. That young man in particular... there is definitely something about him. Which is why I knew at once that I had to do what I did, she thought to herself as she headed to the apartment beside her office, taking a brisk shower before returning to her desk. As she settled into her chair, she let out a long sigh.
It is all I can do at the moment. There is no proof that Saint-James really is the one driving these two incidents; besides that, I am not the law. I am merely a businesswoman who, now and again, has a mind to do things that upset her rivals in the community when I perceive their goals are counter-intuitive and indeed counterproductive to our society. But I can also do one other thing, she reflected, picking up the phone and dialing a certain number.
As she expected, it rang four times, and then a man's deep voice answered.
“Yes, Mrs. Jennings?”
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“I have someone whose doings I need you to investigate in a roundabout way. And then I need you to turn in those findings to the police.”
“Explain.”
“Saint-James. The 'street-ninja'. A certain incident in the Residential District last night.” she told him. There was a moment's pause.
“I understand.” the reply then came.
“I will have double your fee sent to you; the usual account?” she then asked him.
“The usual account.” he replied in affirmation.
“Very well. I'll have it sent tomorrow. And now I bid you good night.”
“Indeed. Good night, Mrs. Jennings.” the man with the deep voice said. The conversation was ended, and the phones hung up.
That young man... there was definitely something about him. I can see why he might be their focal point. I wonder what interesting path he will take in the future; people have rightly accused me of being more business-oriented than family-oriented, but at least I know I have done some things right tonight, ensuring that he can walk that path in relative peace. And I should start doing the same for my daughters... especially...
She looked over at a certain photograph that Sabrina had given her the night before. It was a picture of the young lady and her half-twin, along with Mandy, Christina's girlfriend. They were smiling, their arms placed around one another. Aubrey had never seen either daughter smile so brightly, not for a very long time. She turned to the window after a moment, looking out over the city. It had never seemed so beautiful to her as it did in that moment.