#Whisky Investment Advice

[queenofspades6]

Greatest Investment | Kaz Brekker x reader

Summary: You eavesdrop on Kaz and Inej, you watched as they get closer, and well, it doesn’t go as planned…

Based on this request I received:

”Hiii! I haven't watched the second season yet, but I saw a Gif of a kiss (or almost kiss) between Kaz and Inej, and I was wondering if you would write about the reader having feelings for Kaz since they met, but she doesn't have the courage to talk, so at some point in the day she goes to check if Kaz needs anything and ends up witnessing the kiss (or almost kiss) between Kaz and Inej, and the reader feels like the silliest person in the world after that.”

Warnings: Angst. (Sorry…)

A/N: Hi! I hope you’ll enjoy what I wrote, I took some liberties since I was so inspired by the request!! I love some good angst! Did I use again in a Kaz Brekker fic title the word ‘investment’? Oops…I think meeting Freddy and Amita made me that way! They are so incredible!

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Being Ketterdam’s most famous assassin wasn’t an easy life. You were one of Kaz Brekker’s Crows, always here if needed. Since you were part of the Crows, there was something unspoken between Kaz and you. There was some sort of tension from the beginning, even Nina and Jesper had noticed.

”How is the most beautiful woman in Ketterdam doing?“ Jesper asked, taking place to the bar counter next to you.

You rolled your eyes and repressed a grin.

“What do you want, Jesper?“

“Can’t I just compliment you without needing a reason?”

You stared at him meticulously, but Jesper couldn’t look back. Interesting. He needed to ask you something then...

“Fine! Fine! I need your help.“

You sighed but smiled.

”What? It’s not my fault, Y/N, if you give good advice! Don’t blame me!”

”Jesper, what do you need me for?“ You questioned, taking a sip at your drink.

“You see...“

Jesper was trying to avoid your gaze.

”Jesper. My patience has its limits.”

“Alright! Fine! I want to prepare a date for Wylan and I need your help.” He spitted, playing with his gun on his hand.

You nodded.

”I’ll help you. What do you need me for?“

”I don’t know what to plan. Maybe something he’ll like.”

You laughed, thinking about your previous conversation with Wylan about a sweet and wonderful place you both wanted to go to escape for once the cold streets of Ketterdam.

“Jes. You know what? Bring him to Butterfly’s Heaven, you declared, a smile already drawing on your lips at the thought, it’s a greenhouse where all the species of butterfly can fly freely. There’s also an endearing cafe there to drink something while watching the butterflies.” You replied, stars already dancing in your eyes thinking about all the marvelous butterflies.

“Do you think Wylan will love it?”

”Definitely! We talked about it all week, and he was desperate to go. You should bring him. He’ll love it. And buy him a stuffed toy, he’ll marry you right after.”

Jesper was smiling at the thought of Wylan asking his hand in marriage.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“You and Wylan deserve to be happy.“

“What if it’s not enough, Y/N? What if I am not enough?” He opened up, not caring if he was vulnerable in front of you.

“You are enough, Jesper, you always have.”

You looked at him and smiled, hoping one day you’ll find someone that will care for you as much as Jesper wants Wylan.

“Wylan thinks you are enough, he loves you, Jes. And even Kaz knows it, even if he won’t ever admit it.”

You took another sip of the whisky in front of you and heard someone giggling.

”Hi Y/N!”

Wylan was embracing Jesper with his hands around his shoulders.

“Hi you.” Wylan said to Jesper.

Jesper didn’t even reply and kissed him tenderly as if he were the most precious thing in the world. And at that moment, you swore he were. They broke the kiss, and Wylan blinked several times as if to recover from the intensity of the kiss. It warmed your heart, even if you said nothing.

“What were you talking about?” Wylan asked, coming back to his senses.

Jesper almost jumped off his seat.

”We were talking about Y/N’s feelings for Kaz!“ Jesper answered spontaneously, too scared to reveal what he had planned.

”What? We were?” You almost spitted your drink on the counter of the bar. Now you were facing Jesper and Wylan. How dare he expose you like that?

”Oh seems interesting.” Wylan said, waiting for you to say more.

“There’s nothing between me and Kaz.”

Wylan looked at you wide-eyed, and Jesper sighed, before saying:

”Lie, Y/N. Haven’t you noticed how Kaz always checks on you after a heist, how you always have dresses, jewels, food, everything you want given to you for nothing in shops, you think it’s because of your fine looks? No. Even if you’re beautiful, Y/N, no offense! It’s Kaz’s doing. He made me went with him to each shop, each café, each place in Ketterdam you would want to go to pay, or should I say ‘bribe’ them for you to always have what’s best, no matter the cost.”

”That’s not true, that’s-”

”And what about this time you almost died, and he stayed at your bed an entire week, ordering every Dreg not to disturb him, and how you always have your tea and waffles ready for you every morning? Even Nina is jealous!” He confessed.

”I thought it was you or Wylan who was making me breakfast every morning!”

”It’s not.“ He muttered.

”He’s right, Y/N.” Wylan nodded. ”Even Nina told me last time about how his heartbeat jumped when you are in the same place, and how irritating it was for her to feel both of your heartbeats jumping when you’re together.”

“You should tell him how you feel, Y/N. You are the one who encouraged me to be with Wylan, because life is short, and in Ketterdam, death is always near. He cares about you, more than he’ll ever admit.”

”I don’t have feelings for Kaz fucking Brekker!” You almost screamed and avoided Wylan and Jesper’s gazes.

You took your glass of whisky and finished it all. The feeling of alcohol burning your throat almost soothed you.

”You do.” Jesper smiled and teased you.

”No, I don’t!”

Wylan rolled his eyes at his boyfriend’stuborness.

”Y/N! There you are, I thought you were with Kaz!”

You jumped off your seat. Fortunately for you, it was only Nina and not Dirtyhands himself.

”Nina, you scared the hell out of me.”

She grinned as if she had planned it all along.

”What are the three of you up to?“ She questioned, eyebrows raised.

"We are talking about Y/N’s feelings for Kaz.” Wylan answered before you could even speak.

”Not you too, Wylan!”

He smirked, almost shyly, and even if you wanted to blame him, you couldn’t blame his cute silly face.

”Hmmm, you and Waffles are not so discreet with your feelings.”

You sighed and tried to ignore Nina’s voice. You knew that if you listened to them, you would probably end up in Kaz’s office confessing your feelings for him, because on some missions, it became unbearable. The need to protect him, to check on him, how he could make you feel powerful and useless at the same time.

“Y/N. Heartbeats don’t lie.” Nina whispered to you, and you were sure Wylan and Jesper would not hear.

”Stop Nina. I- I- He’s not in love with me. Kaz Brekker can’t be in love. Love is a weakness, and I am only his latest investment.” You repeated, only to convince yourself of it.

“So how do you explain how his heartbeat go faster when you’re here, how I can feel his heart trying to get out of his chest when you’re injured. He cares. He tries to hide it, but the heart doesn’t lie. Never.”

You looked at her blue ocean eyes, and she caressed your shoulder in encouragement.

”Try to tell him, try to tell him you care, if only that. Love is a fragile thing, cherish it while it lasts.”

You swore you saw an ounce of sadness and regret flashing in her eyes as she remembered Matthias.

“I think you can help him with his past.” Nina muttered.

You looked at your empty glass, and noticed how your hands were trembling. Maybe they were right. Maybe it was time for you to tell him, that at least you cared for him. More than him being just your Boss.

You stood up, levelled up your chin, and took several steps towards Kaz’s office.

You were Ketterdam’s most notorious assassin, and you would not be afraid.*

You advanced towards the door slowly, you wanted to knock but the door was already ajar.

You could do it, you had done so much worse. You took a deep breath before-

You heard voices in his office. You heard him first, talking with a female voice, a voice you didn’t not recogn-

it was Inej’s.

Kaz and Inej were in his office talking. Your instinct was screaming at you to leave and come back later, but curiosity got the better of you.

You stayed, you tried to understand what they were saying, but you couldn’t. Slowly the most slowly possible you pushed the door and waited. Kaz and Inej were still talking, you took it as a sign they didn’t hear your presence. You weren’t Ketterdam’s best assassin for nothing. You took a silent step and looked at Kaz’s office.

You didn’t expect what you saw.

Kaz and Inej were close, too close for your liking, dangerously close. Too close that any of them could bear. So how was it they were here, almost touching each other. You swore Kaz could feel Inej’s breathing on his chin.

Watching them so close together made your heart beating faster. You wanted to scream but no sound came. No explanation came to your mind. Why was Inej here? You tried to focus on the words you heard, but none of them made sense. You were near but you couldn’t hear them clearly, it was as if your brain didn’t want you to eavesdrop. You heard some words like ‘crows’ and ‘family’.

You pushed the door again, without a sound. You leaned on the door and focused on the voices.

“Inej.”

You heard Kaz’s voice as it broke, and you needed to take a glimpse at what was going on right now. You took a deep breath and looked at them. Kaz’s gloved hand was on Inej’s shoulder. They were staring at each other like nothing else mattered in the entire world. Even if you were not close, you could decipher Inej’s surprise at Kaz’s sudden touch.

”Let me go, Kaz.”

Kaz removed his hand, and an ounce of sadness and rejection passed on his face.

“We need you, here.“

You watched as Inej shooked her head.

“Stay, Inej. Stay. Please.”

Her name sounded as a prayer in Kaz’s lips.

”I can’t, Kaz, and you know why.“ She whispered.

“We need you, Inej, please. We- I... I need you.“

Without noticing, Kaz caught Inej’s arm with his gloved hand, preventing her from leaving.

You couldn’t see them clearly; the door was blocking your path. You tried to lean on a bit further but failed miserably. Why did you push your luck? Your whole body had been trembling the whole time, even with the multiple tries to steady your heartbeat and calm yourself. The door opened slightly, and your face was greeted by the floor.

All you felt was numbness, shock and realization. Kaz and Inej were staring at you in wonder. You could already feel Kaz’s grave gaze at you.

“What? Did you never see someone fall before?“ You questioned, trying to hide your discomfort.

Feeling ashamed, you stood up awkwardly and crossed Kaz’s eyes.

“Y/N.“ Kaz declared.

You nodded.

“It’s not what you think.” Inej replied immediately, trying to maintain her composure.

Kaz was leaning on his cane, and his eyes never left your form.

”Don’t worry, I didn’t see anything. I won’t tell a soul. Keep going. I am leaving right now.” You gestured to the door and fled.

”Y/N, wait.“ Kaz said.

You ran through the Crow Club, not caring what the Dregs thought.

”Y/N!” Jesper screamed, hoping to catch your attention.

Why were you running?

Kaz followed after you, even if his leg hurt. He tried to, but you were too fast for him. After all, you were an assassin. A clumsy one at that...

You didn’t care. You ran until your lungs couldn’t bear the feeling, until your knees broke under the weight of your exhausted body. But where could you go in Ketterdam? A place where no Dreg could ever find you.

You knew the perfect place.

Months ago the Crows had gone on an heist with your help. The goal was simple, Kaz had said: ‘we enter, we take the painting, and we leave unnoticed’. He had insisted on the word ‘unnoticed’ looking specifically at Jesper. You had agreed to help them steal the damn painting if it pleases them. Truth be told you couldn’t say no to more Kruge. When you entered the grim manor Kaz had depicted, you noticed how silent and peaceful it was. No soul lived here. Was it the place where the painting was hidden? Maybe Kaz had made a mistake. But he had confirmed it was here. The manor was abandoned long ago by a duke trying to escape his demons. That’s all Kaz had told you, and you hadn’t asked for more at the time. Now you wished you had, because you were headed towards the old manor. A place where just the ghosts could disturb you. Ghosts were better than men, right? Better than some Bastard of the Barrel.

It could be the only place where you could scream and cry without someone noticing Ketterdam’s best assassin being vulnerable. Sometimes being the greatest assassin was a weakness, a weakness you couldn’t afford. It meant never showing too much emotion, never crying in front of your enemies... Wait. Was Kaz your enemy?

You didn’t know anymore. Falling in love was a weakness. Something not allowed in the dangerous streets of Ketterdam, a feeling that would destroy everything if not careful. In fact, love was a weapon, and if not used with parsimony and care, it could kill you.

You broke in the manor, remembering the precise path you used last time and found the closest room, the one you had discovered and found surprisingly pleasing. And strangely peaceful.

You closed the door, and sat on the floor, your body curled up, hands around your knees. You tried to forget the memories with the Crows and Kaz, but it was too much. You remembered your times with Jesper talking about guns, the hours eating waffles and ice cream with Nina, the walks with Wylan, the looks of approval coming from Matthias, and this cane... The cane you would never forget, even if you wanted to. You remembered the day when you had ended up wounded after eliminating a slaver. You were injured, sitting on the cold pavement. You were trying to catch your breath before escaping, but you had felt a soft but firm tap on your thigh. And without looking, you knew who it belonged to.

It was the Bastard of the Barrel.

He wanted you to think he was invisible, and unpredictable, but what he didn’t know was that long before killing the man, you knew Dirtyhands had followed you.

“Enjoyed the show, didn’t you?” You had questioned, showing your white teeth that must have been covered in blood.

That was the day when he had asked you to join the Crows, and since you had nothing more to do, you had accepted, already thinking about the free drinks you would benefit at the Crow Club.

You also remembered the day when you had wanted to leave the Crows because of some decision Kaz had made. You were angry and had prepared everything to leave in the morning. However, Kaz had watched you wrapping your clothes with a spectacular meticulousness, and had whispered:

“Stay. Stay in Ketterdam. Stay with me, Y/N.”

And you had stayed. Of course. When Dirtyhands asked you to stay, you stay. The morning he had woken up at dawn in case you wanted to leave without saying goodbye. He had found you in your usual attire, your knives and guns on your waist.

“You did not leave?”

He had asked, almost as a prayer.

”No. Something keeps me in Ketterdam.”

Kaz had said nothing, but you swore you had seen a grin on his lips this day.

You also remembered the day when you had been badly injured to save Nina from a fatal injury. You had been severely hurt; you weren’t even able to stand up. You remember watching the pitiful looks of the Crows at your broken body sprawled on the ground. Deep down you knew you were now a liability for the Crows, and especially for Kaz, so you had told them to leave you here, and escape before the men you had stolen from were back. You knew the risks and costs of each heist, and already accepted your fate.

Kaz had none of it. He had ordered Matthias to carry you, while Nina would tend to your wound as much as she could and control your heartbeat. Jesper would protect your backs, while Inej was sent to scan the path, and look for any danger. You would never forget the look Kaz had given you when he told you to rest for months if needed and had given you a room close to his own in the Crow Club.

Later, you had asked him why he had saved you instead of leaving you to perish. He had said with conviction:

”We are Crows, Y/N, we never leave our own behind.”

That was all of his qualities and flaws that made you love Kaz Brekker. He was broken, but you had always been a sucker for broken things to tend to. You had offered him everything an assassin could possess: your loyalty, your weapons, your ability to kill, and your heart, ready for the taking...

But now you remembered the sentence Dirtyhands had told you a week ago, telling you all you had to know about what you were to him, and what you could be.

”You’re my greatest investment, Y/N. Don’t fail me. “

He had told you once what you were to him, but you hadn’t listened, you had fallen in love, and now you knew. You knew you had always been an expensive investment, but only that, nothing more.

You had been his greatest investment, and that was all...

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Tell me what you thought about this one! I am seriously considering writing a part 2! Likes, shares and comments are appreciated, it makes my day, I really need it!

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If you liked this fanfiction, you’ll love this one, it also has the word ‘investment’ in the title like this one:

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[blubushie]

any advice?

Uhh. This is very unspecific so I'm just gonna rattle off.

Always carry a knife on you. A simple pocket knife is good enough as long as it's sharp. Worst case scenario, you have a means of self-defence. But you're more likely to use it for other emergencies, like car accidents.

Always cut away from you. Always.

Don't drink downriver from the mob.

If you have cramps, soak the cramping part of your body in hot water. Cramping muscles? Hot bath. Menstrual cramps? Just lie in the hot bath for a few hours. Drain and refill with hot water as needed. This also helps if your hips hurt from endometriosis.

Don't squat with your spurs on.

If you drive a manual, buy a winch. If you drive an automatic, buy jumper cables and enough liquor to make friends.

Never approach a bull from the front, a horse from the rear, or an idiot from any direction.

Speak softly, but carry a big stick.

"Live fast, die young" doesn't work if you don't die young. Take care of yourself and your body. You get back what you put into it tenfold.

Speed's never killed anyone. It's suddenly becoming stationary what gets you. Drive carefully.

Closed mouths gather no boots.

Don't name anything you don't plan to eat. (You don't have to take that one literally. Think about what it means.)

Don't corner something meaner than you.

It doesn't take a very big person to carry a grudge, but forgiveness isn't owed.

On that note: forgive, but never forget.

Better to be a has-been than a never-was. Don't die wondering.

There's never lived a horse that couldn't be rode and there's never lived a cowboy that couldn't be throwed. Stay humble and be ready to hit the ground.

Never hire the people you drink with.

Don't loan to family or friends.

People say not to bite off more than you can chew but the truth of the matter is that your mouth is a whole lot bigger than you think, and willpower does a lot to help you swallow.

Any time you think you're a person of some influence, try ordering someone else's dog around.

Go after life like it's something you've gotta catch before it gets away.

Pain is just the other side of feeling good. Can't have the ups without the downs. But some aspirin goes a long way.

Solve problems like you throw cattle—dig your heels in on the big ones, and grab the little ones by the neck.

Don't always follow leaders—take your own path every now and then or you'll find yourself stepping in their shit.

The man that straddles the fence usually has a sore crotch at the end of the day, so don't spend all day on it. An hour or two of spectating the neighour's kid trying to troubleshoot his truck, though? Painless.

Drink your whisky with your gunhand to show good intentions.

Apologies go better with drinks, and even better with a meal.

Don't aim at nothing you don't intend to destroy. This doesn't just apply to firearms—words are weapons too.

It's better to be judged by six than carried by twelve. Invest in self-defence.

Superheroes aren't real, but everyday heroes are. The littlest things can make a difference. Golden rule.

If you're helping someone pulled over on a road, approach them from their passenger side. You're less likely to get hit, and you won't look as threatening.

Don't walk in roads at night, and always use the pedestrian crossing. As least if you get hit they have to pay your medical bills, and you can sue.

Dig before you shit.

Horses have bad days too.

Love your enemies, but keep your pistol loaded and oiled.

The best way to get a man to do something is to suggest he's too old for it. I'm serious—it doesn't attack his masculinity and he's less likely to get legitimately angry with you.

If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough.

Die with your boots on (and, if you're my grandad, balls intact).

If you're gonna get a tattoo, wait a year. If it's your partner's name, wait three.

Trust your dog. He's got better instincts than you.

Always trust a mule over a horse. He'll find the best way around.

If it's winter and your engine bay is making weird noises, you can probably ignore them until spring.

Bravery without the presence of fear is just stupidity. You can't be brave if you're not afraid first. Fear is a reaction but courage is a decision.

Everyone thinks they're hot shit until they trip on their spurs.

Your actions speak louder than your words, and people often won't believe what they haven't seen. Make peace with that.

Your handshake is worth more than your signature. That said, get shit in writing.

Don't be afraid of fucking up. Good judgement comes from experience, and most of experience comes from bad judgement.

Sometimes doing something wrong is better than not doing anything at all.

The most important project you'll ever work on is yourself.

I don't believe in "once a cheater, always a cheater", because people do change in time and learn, but I will say this much: If they'll cheat with you, they'll cheat on you.

There's no point wasting time in hoping for a better past.

Your boss shits too.

Adults are just grown-up children. Not one of us knows what the fuck we're actually doing.

You don't have to attend every argument you're invited to.

Don't turn your back on the bull until you're out of the ring.

[koi-koi-fish]

Youjo Senki college AU part 2

Zettour:

Business professor. Grandpa energy. Well liked and respected by students. Though Tanya is his best and favorite student he's still professional enough to not focus on her and gives all his students equal attention. If anything he gives Tanya less attention because he knows she can handle herself. Enjoys debating Tanya on economics and business practices. Wine connoisseur.

Rudersdorf:

History professor. Best friends with Zettour and they frequently go golfing together smoking cigars and drinking whisky (Zettour prefers wine). Though Tanya is his best student his favorite student is Neumann, however he dislikes that Neumann is a stoner. Former heavyweight boxer and occasionally gives Neumann advice. Super into sports, especially football. Part time coach for his grandson's football team.

Ugar:

Student counselor. In his early thirties, happily married, and has a 3 year old daughter. Is aware of Tanya's circumstances and feels bad for her. Hired Tanya part-time as a babysitter (Tanya is actually good at it). During holidays he invites Tanya over to spend time with his family (Tanya occasionally accepts. She mostly spends time with Visha). This is as far as he goes in giving Tanya special treatment. Like Zettour, he's professional enough that he doesn't neglect the other students.

Lergen AKA Rerugen:

Dean. Is the only one that knows Tanya is a troublemaker but doesn't have the evidence to prove it. Though he doesn't irrationally hate Tanya he believes she's up to no good. Dislikes Shugal and his lack of safety regarding students and his experiments. Believes nothing good will come from Tanya and Shugal working together and that Tanya will become a weapons manufacturer for the US military having Shugal design the weapons.

Shugal:

Engineering professor. may or may not have a time machine. Used to be an atheist but after a near-death experience became a hardcore Christian. Likes to have Tanya test out his contraptions because she's small and light so has the smallest affect on performance. Makes Tanya pray before testing his experiments (which is why Tanya hates him). Is aware that Tanya hates him but doesn't care. Shugal respects that Tanya is pragmatic enough to work with someone she hates (him) to get things done. Shugal convinced Tanya to work for him by giving her a couple hundred thousand dollars (which she put into investments) and promising her that once she founds her own business she can have some of his patent rights and sell his inventions.

[truedairship]

Have another Fic Title. :)

Six Impossible Things

Thanks for the title, truly, it certainly made my imagination happy! My mind immediately jumped to those Five Times challenges, I wrote Nikola’s part… and then the rest happened. It was most certainly not my intention to make it this dark! Blame it on late night studying and then writing all this in one go I suppose.

A second round through history. Where do you draw the line of how much you dare to affect? When does acting, or choosing not to act, become playing god?

In the end there were many small things she dared to do that, should a mistake be made, might risk altering the timeline. Things her old self hadn’t been able to explain, ‘miracles’ that had been oh so convenient in times of need, funding that had all but fallen into their lap when resources risked running low… In a time before digital surveillance and the World Wide Web, pushing the boundaries of what was perceived to be possible without being detected wasn’t very difficult. No. Her trip to the past had not been a century worth of vacations, but the countless of species thought extinct even by her past self, now safely moved to her new sanctuary made it more than worth it.

Some things, however, were too impossible even for Helen Magnus to accomplish.

She had entertained the idea. Of course she had. Ever since finding out about the energy being cohabiting his body she had tried to figure out a way of separating them. She did not believe it to be the cause of all the violence, but it had certainly played a major role, of that she was certain. However, even with a hundred years to think, she could not come up with a way of keeping it contained. Not without completely altering the future. And perhaps she didn’t dare to find out how much of it was all John in the end. At some point, the victims of Jack the Ripper became a small price to pay in the grand scheme of things.

Letting Nikola in on the truth had always been part of the plan. It resulting in him nagging her for investment advice had not. Because one did not need a hundred and fifty years of experience to disbelieve that he would keep a low profile and use the money sparingly. She never told him how much their timeless arguing comforted her. Besides, with the amount times he would come to deplete her wine cellar in the future, he certainly got his fair share of that money either way.

The evening of April 14th, 1912, found one Helen Magnus in front of an empty bottle of whisky, sitting close enough to the fireplace that it could be blamed for the sweat pooling around her neck. Not even her warmest jacket could block out the icy cold gripping her chest. It was not the last night she would spend with a bottle, drowning out the sounds of terrified screams falling silent half a world away.

He knew. Of that she was certain. Why she had ever thought she could keep it from him she didn’t know. The very moment she told him about the time travel, she saw the comprehension in his eyes, the realisation that in her time, she has already seen him die. She wants to tell him about the energy being in John. To ease the bitter heartache of his betrayal. She does tell him to bring a damned spare battery for his suit with him. He never lets her finish, to tell him when he will need it. Perhaps, she thinks, he finds comfort in knowing there is an ending waiting for him in the future. And she can’t help the feeling of jealousy coursing through her because of it.

When an archduke was shot in Sarajevo, Helen Magnus helped a newborn child take its first breaths in Nepal. She didn’t trust herself not to interfere, should she have remained in Europe. Declining the grateful offers of food, she left the house. How could she explain that today, every smell reminded her of the rotting stench of dead corpses. Two wars worth of corpses, and she was now responsible for them all. Her hands hadn’t stopped shaking since she tried to wash the blood of them. In the years to come, she often wondered what right she had, choosing not to change it all.

The first time, she had begged him to stay. Had wanted to force him into accepting more of her blood. Now, standing in front of the newly covered grave, watching the single white tulip next to the flowers her past self had left mere hours ago, she couldn’t help but think that he made the right decision. Espionage and bank robberies aside, seeing the never ending violence of the future would’ve broken her dear Nigel. As he had told her all those years ago, humans were never supposed to live that long. When exactly she stopped thinking of herself as human, she didn’t know.

Heart in her throat, she watched as the consciousness stored in the modified Praxian computer was transferred into the sleeping body. There were things still impossible even for Helen Magnus to do, but figuring out how to retrieve a daughter scattered across an EM-shield was not one of them. Heavy as the burden of it might be, it was her job after all, always doing what others can’t.

[whiskeyfellow]

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Exploring the Vibrant Culture of Glasgow, United Kingdom

Glasgow, the largest city in Scotland, is renowned for its rich history, stunning architecture, and vibrant cultural scene. From its world-class museums and art galleries to its lively music and theater venues, Glasgow offers a diverse range of cultural experiences that attract visitors from around the globe. Let's delve into the various aspects that make Glasgow a cultural hotspot.

Glasgow is home to some of the most prestigious art collections in the world. The Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum, located in a stunning Victorian building, houses an extensive collection of art and artifacts spanning various periods and styles. The Gallery of Modern Art (GoMA) showcases contemporary art exhibitions, while the Riverside Museum offers a fascinating insight into the city's transport history. The city is also known for its street art scene, with colorful murals adorning buildings throughout the city.

Glasgow has a thriving music and theater scene, with numerous venues catering to a wide range of tastes. The Glasgow Royal Concert Hall hosts concerts by leading orchestras and musicians, while the SSE Hydro is a state-of-the-art arena that attracts international artists. The city is also renowned for its vibrant live music scene, with numerous pubs and clubs offering live performances by local bands and artists. Theater lovers will appreciate the diverse range of productions staged at venues like the Citizens Theatre and the Tron Theatre.

Glasgow's culinary scene is a reflection of its diverse cultural influences. From traditional Scottish fare like haggis and whisky to international cuisines from around the world, the city offers a plethora of dining options to suit every palate. The vibrant nightlife in Glasgow is another highlight, with a wide range of bars, pubs, and clubs catering to all tastes. The city's West End is particularly known for its trendy bars and restaurants, while the Merchant City area is famous for its bustling nightlife scene.

Throughout the year, Glasgow plays host to a variety of festivals and events that celebrate its cultural heritage. The Glasgow International Festival of Visual Art showcases contemporary art from around the world, while the Celtic Connections music festival celebrates traditional Scottish music. The Glasgow Film Festival and the West End Festival are also popular events that attract visitors and locals alike. With a robust background spanning over 25 years in the industry, The Boiler Exchange stands as Glasgow's trusted authority for all central heating needs. From initial consultation to final installation, our seasoned team boiler replacement glasgow guides you through every step, providing transparent communication and tailored advice.

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Art of Collecting: Building Your Whiskey Collection and Investment Tips

Embark on a journey into the captivating world of whiskey collecting an art that combines passion, knowledge, and investment savvy. We'll explore the intricacies of building a whiskey collection, from selecting rare bottles to maximizing investment potential. Whether you're a seasoned collector or just starting, discover the joys and strategies of whiskey collecting.

Collecting whiskey

Take a journey into the exciting world of whiskey collecting, an art form that mixes love, expertise, and investment acumen. In this article, we'll go over the subtleties of creating a whiskey collection, from choosing uncommon bottles to optimizing financial potential. Whether you're an experienced collector or just getting started, learn about the delights and methods of whiskey collecting.

Selecting your focus

When creating a whiskey collection, it's useful to have a certain emphasis or theme in mind. Some collectors may specialize in a certain type of whiskey, such as Scotch, bourbon, or Japanese whisky, whilst others may concentrate on specific distilleries, vintages, or areas. By establishing your focus, you may limit your options and build a cohesive collection that matches your interests and preferences.

Researching and educating yourself

To become a successful whiskey collector, you must first educate yourself about the world of whiskey. Take the time to study various styles and manufacturing processes, become acquainted with well-known distilleries and brands, and remain updated on industry trends and releases. Attend tastings, join whiskey groups, and look for ways to broaden your knowledge and palate.

Building your collection

Building a whiskey collection is a long process that demands perseverance and commitment. Begin by purchasing bottles that fit your focus and budget, keeping in mind that quality is sometimes more essential than quantity. Seek out bottles with unusual packaging, restricted availability, or historical importance, since they may add depth and value to your collection over time.

Storage and display

Proper storage is essential for preserving the quality and value of your whiskey collection. Store bottles upright in a cool, dark area away from direct sunlight and temperature variations. Purchase a nice whiskey cabinet or display case to showcase your collection, allowing you to appreciate your bottles while keeping them safe from harm.

Investment tips

While whiskey collecting may be a gratifying hobby, it can also be a profitable financial option for those who are prepared to be patient. To optimize your collection's financial potential, consider the following tips:

Invest in limited-edition releases

Limited-edition or uncommon bottlings from respected distilleries tend to appreciate with time, especially if they are highly valued by collectors and reviewers.

Pay attention to market trends

Keep track of market trends and variations in whiskey pricing, since they might affect the value of your collection. Keep a watch out for developing distilleries, new releases, and industry news that might affect the market.

Buy low, sell high

When purchasing whiskey for investment purposes, search for opportunities to get bottles at a good deal, such as during sales or auctions. Be patient and intelligent in your sales technique, waiting for the appropriate moment to capitalize on market needs.

Seek expert advice

Consider obtaining counsel from whiskey specialists or investment professionals who can help you grow and manage your whiskey collection. They can provide significant information on market trends, investing strategies, and portfolio management. Building a whiskey collection requires passion, dedication, and knowledge. Whether you collect for personal enjoyment or investment, the art of whiskey collecting provides limitless chances for exploration and appreciation. If you are looking for a distillery near me, or 2 Brothers bourbon, James Two Brothers Distillery is the best option. They offer small boutique-style production of beverage-grade spirit alcohol with simple principles; hard work and honesty. Contact them by writing to paulj@2brothersdistillers.com or call at 352-291-0585.

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Navigating the World of Signature Whisky and its Price

Hello friends, Welcome to our website, liquortheka.com, friends! In today’s topic, we will talk about Navigating the World of Signature Whisky and its Price. I want to assure you that you have finally reached our site. I want to tell you that you read our article properly. In this article, we told you Navigating the World of Signature Whisky and its Price.

In the realm of fine spirits, few beverages evoke a sense of sophistication and allure quite like signature whisky. From the subtle nuances of flavor to the intricate craftsmanship behind each bottle, the world of premium whisky is a journey in itself. In this exploration, we delve into the intriguing aspect of “Signature Whisky Price” — uncovering the stories, the craftsmanship, and the value behind every sip.

Unraveling the Craftsmanship:

Signature whiskies are not merely beverages; they are a testament to the artistry and dedication of master distillers. Each bottle represents a carefully curated blend of aged spirits, a symphony of flavors that has matured over time to deliver an unparalleled drinking experience. As we explore the price tag attached to these exquisite bottles, we gain insights into the craftsmanship, the meticulous process of aging, and the expertise required to achieve the perfect blend.

Beyond the Price Tag:

While the cost of a bottle of signature whisky may raise eyebrows, it’s essential to look beyond the price tag. Each bottle tells a story — of the distillery’s heritage, the quality of ingredients, and the commitment to excellence. Understanding the nuances of whisky pricing allows enthusiasts to appreciate the value encapsulated in every drop.

Navigating the Market:

The world of signature whiskies is vast, with options ranging from renowned distilleries to hidden gems waiting to be discovered. In this blog, we navigate the market, offering insights into some of the most coveted bottles and the factors influencing their pricing. From limited editions to exclusive releases, we guide readers through the landscape of premium whiskies, helping them make informed decisions based on personal preferences and budget.

The Connoisseur’s Perspective:

For those who appreciate the finer things in life, a bottle of signature whisky is more than a drink; it’s an investment in taste and sophistication. We hear from whisky connoisseurs who share their perspectives on the value of premium spirits, offering advice on building a collection, savoring each sip, and understanding the market trends that influence signature whisky prices.

Conclusion:

Embark on a journey into the world of signature whisky prices, where every bottle holds a story waiting to be told. Whether you’re a seasoned enthusiast or a curious newcomer, this exploration invites you to appreciate the craftsmanship, history, and nuances that make signature whisky a timeless indulgence. Cheers to the art of sipping and savoring, as we raise a glass to the elegance encapsulated in each drop of premium whisky.

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How to Sell Your Whisky Investment for Maximum Profit

You can adopt a variety of methods to boost your profits if you've invested in whisky and want to sell your bottles for a profit. Whisky Investment

Sipping on Profits: A Guide to Investing in Whiskey

Investing in whiskey can be a savvy financial move for those who are interested in both the spirits industry and investing. Whiskey has gained popularity as an investment in recent years, with prices for rare and collectible bottles skyrocketing. Here are some tips on how to invest in whiskey and make smart investment decisions.

Understand the Market

To invest in whiskey, it is essential to understand the market. This requires staying up-to-date on trends, attending tastings, and reading industry publications. Understanding how the market works and what factors can affect prices is also critical.

Consider the Brand

When it comes to investment in whiskey, the brand matters. Brands like Macallan, Ardbeg, and Lagavulin are some of the most popular and valuable. These brands have a reputation for quality and a loyal following of collectors. Therefore, it is important to research the brand's history and reputation before investing.

Focus on Rarity

The rarer the whiskey, the more valuable it is. Limited edition and single cask releases are highly sought after by collectors, and their scarcity can drive up prices. Seek out rare and collectible bottles that have the potential to appreciate in value over time.

Invest in a Collection

Investing in a collection of whiskey investment can be a smart move for those who are serious about investing in the market. This can include a variety of brands and ages, as well as rare and collectible bottles. Building a collection can be a long-term investment that provides a return on investment over time.

Consider Storage

Proper storage is crucial to preserving the quality and value of whiskey. Investing in storage solutions like a whiskey cabinet or cellar can protect your investment from light, temperature, and humidity fluctuations. Ensure that your whiskey is stored in a secure location to prevent theft.

Understand the Risks

Like any investment, investing in whiskey comes with risks. Prices can fluctuate based on market trends and demand, and there is a risk that a particular brand or bottle may not appreciate in value as anticipated. Research and invest with caution and Sell Your Whisky

Seek Professional Advice

Investing in whiskey can be complex, and seeking advice from professionals can help you make informed decisions. Financial advisors, whiskey experts, and auction houses can provide valuable insight into the market and help you identify potential investment opportunities. In conclusion, investing in whiskey can be a profitable and exciting venture for those who have a passion for the spirits industry and are willing to do their research. By understanding the market, focusing on rarity, and investing in a collection, individuals can make informed investment decisions and potentially see a return on investment over time. However, it is crucial to approach whiskey investing with caution and seek professional advice when necessary to minimize risks and maximize potential gains.

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Spirits Training and Whisky Advisory Services

The world of spirits, especially whisky, is a complex and fascinating domain that continues to grow in popularity. For those looking to deepen their knowledge or enhance their business in this sector, spirits training and whisky advisory services provide essential expertise. These services are tailored to help both enthusiasts and professionals navigate the intricacies of whisky production, tasting, and marketing, ensuring they gain the skills needed to succeed in the ever-evolving spirits industry.

Spirits Training: Elevating Knowledge and Skills

Spirits training is designed for anyone interested in expanding their understanding of the diverse world of spirits, including whisky, rum, gin, and more. Whether you’re a bartender, a retailer, or simply a whisky enthusiast, formal training can provide a solid foundation in areas such as production methods, tasting techniques, and spirit classification.

Training courses often cover the entire production process, from grain selection and fermentation to distillation and aging. Participants learn to identify the key characteristics of different spirits, honing their tasting skills to differentiate between subtle flavors and aromas. In addition to theoretical knowledge, practical sessions help students gain hands-on experience in crafting and tasting spirits.

Professional spirits training is particularly valuable for those in the hospitality and retail industries. A deep understanding of spirits allows staff to provide better recommendations to customers, enhancing their overall experience. Moreover, this expertise can lead to improved sales and customer loyalty as clients feel more confident in their purchases.

Whisky Advisory Services: Expertise for Business Growth

For businesses involved in the whisky trade, whisky advisory services offer specialized guidance to optimize their operations. Whisky advisors work closely with distilleries, retailers, and hospitality businesses to provide insights into market trends, product development, and sales strategies.

Advisors typically have years of experience in the whisky industry, offering advice on everything from brand positioning and packaging to the selection of new products for bars and restaurants. They can also assist in organizing tastings and whisky events, creating a memorable experience for customers and clients alike.

In addition to business-oriented support, whisky advisory services often include consultation on building private collections or selecting investment-grade whiskies. This expert knowledge helps collectors make informed decisions on which whiskies are likely to appreciate in value over time.

In conclusion, spirits training and whisky advisory services are invaluable resources for both individuals and businesses. They provide the skills, knowledge, and expertise needed to excel in the competitive and dynamic spirits industry.

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Whisky Brokers Associates: A Valuable Resource for the UK Whisky Market

Whisky Brokers Associates is a leading player in the UK whisky market. The company was founded in 1999 by two experienced whisky industry professionals, and it has since become one of the most respected whisky brokers in the UK.

Whisky Brokers Associates offers a wide range of services to its clients, including:

Buying and selling whisky

Providing market intelligence

Arranging storage and transportation

Offering advice on whisky investment

The company has a strong track record of success, and it has helped its clients to buy and sell some of the most sought-after whiskies in the world. Whisky Brokers Associates is a valuable resource for anyone who is interested in the whisky market.

How Whisky Brokers Associates Can Help You Buy, Sell, and Invest in Whisky

Whisky Brokers Associates can help you buy, sell, and invest in whisky in a number of ways. The company has a wide network of contacts in the whisky industry, and it can help you to find the right whisky for your needs. Whisky Brokers Associates can also help you to get the best possible price for your whisky, and it can provide you with market intelligence and advice.

If you are interested in investing in whisky, then Whisky Brokers Associates can help you to build a diversified portfolio of whiskies. The company can also help you to manage your whisky investments, and it can provide you with advice on when to buy and sell whisky.

The Benefits of Using a Whisky Broker

There are a number of benefits to using a whisky broker. First, brokers have access to a wide range of brands and products that may not be available to the general public. Second, brokers can provide market intelligence and advice that can help you to make informed decisions about buying and selling whisky. Third, brokers can arrange storage and transportation for your whisky, which can save you time and hassle. Finally, brokers can help you to invest in whisky, which can be a profitable way to grow your wealth.

The UK Whisky Market: A Thriving One, Thanks to Whisky Brokers

The UK whisky market is a thriving one, and it is thanks in part to the work of whisky brokers. Brokers play an important role in the market by connecting buyers and sellers, providing market intelligence, and arranging storage and transportation.

The Whisky Brokers Associates is expected to continue to grow in the coming years, and this growth will be driven by a number of factors, including:

The increasing popularity of whisky around the world

The growing number of whisky drinkers in the UK

The increasing availability of rare and collectible whiskies

Whisky brokers will continue to play an important role in the UK whisky market, and they will help to ensure that the market remains vibrant and accessible to both buyers and sellers.

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Frustration doesn't ease or break. Frustration peters out, leaving keyed up loose limbs and adrenaline tasting single malt.

Steven. He processes the use of his first name for the second time tonight like he does with everything else. What angle. Boredom, opportunity (investments or otherwise), nosiness. Advice in odd places short-circuits any rebuttal he had about the wind up. Reacclimating. 'and why are you here? why did you tag along with whisky business?' is discarded. "Fine."

Cool sweat, cheeks flushed, he's glimpsed and revealed too much. Grant looks away first. "Now?" Cracked weariness against a receding black back into dark hallway. Rise and fall of an arm. "Now. Why not." Long strides catch up, empty bottle in spare hand, phone casting harsh light against his features, the godawful wallpaper.

Soldier picks up on the first ring. "Soldier." Grant wishes he could call him something conventional. "Bring the car 'round." Tongue wets upper lip. "Solo and I are going to dinner."

Back to the elevator, dragging the accordion gate shut behind Grant. They don't go back up to say goodnight. Straight down in silence. Knuckles rub against his sockets, glass mirror heavy. Take the evidence with him. Rumpled grey silk pocket square, the same as his tie, is tucked into his chest pocket.

While there are a plethora of choices in this hour and place, Grant isn't going to drag them through a white tablecloth small bites with large bill and leave unsettled. He needs grease and plenty of it.

On the curb, left hand in a pocket, cigarette placed in his mouth, they don't have to wait long for the Moonlight White metallic Mercedes-Benz to pull in. Grant takes sits in the back passenger side seat, legs stretched in front of him with a sigh. Soldier is cropped hair and red ambient light.

"Thank you, Soldier." Doors are firmly shut, shutting Solo in with him. "Gyros, please." Chicago has deep dish pizza. Kansas City has barbecue. New York disses one and can't match the other. Lockley would be pleased at his choice.

Some sharks can remain stationary for extended periods. Some can't. The whirlwind of light, color, vision, and sound that devised the world in which Ben stretches his legs must revolve around him to sustain itself, or the next time they see each other, he shows up in a coffin. A simple costume change. 

He lowers his chin and eyes as Grant reviews, watching his drinkable green shoulders and arms tense. Ben's mouth isn't too wide for his face; it's a statement that curls faintly in the corners. They will say anything.

"Do you?"

Ben watches Grant swig the bottle, watches Grant's throat ripple, and briefly wonders how easy it is to confuse interest for curiosity. The difference is that curiosity implies a selfish, unsated need, while interest implies plurality. These words, the concept, can't be too big for Steven Grant.

Curiosity and interest crossbreed sometimes. What's bouncing off those lustrous, changeable coins—blurred lines?

"Rich, Steven." Ben sniffs and swallows battery acid. His eyes raise under the hood of his brow, dark and unblinking, holding Grant's and nothing more than those and focus. "I don't think you came here with any intention of positioning yourself. You came to stick a toe in the water and see how it feels. And now, I'm telling you: pitch the fucking thing."

There's an opportunity to rake Grant over the point of impulse—that's right. Who followed whom? Whose idea was it to ride down here? Find the stronger stuff? But here it is. Steven Grant has teeth, after all, and he uses them on himself, too. Cute. Is he warm? That's funny. Not funny, ha-ha. Just funny. 

"You'll live," he smiles, blinks twice. His gaze hovers. He has a taste for Grant's little melodramatics, the chew-toy statement, and it's obvious. "Dinner then," he says, his tone relaying neither question nor demand. Void pupils traveling at the same cranked speed as his limbs, carrying his shadow over Nella's hallway wallpaper. Looking and not looking. 

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Highland Destiny Chapter 7 ~Vive La France~

Claire carefully pulled out a box from her wardrobe. It was a box that contained Frank's important documents, among other things. Geillis had mentioned the name Jared Fraser in a conversation the previous night while they were discussing Jaime, and somewhere on the back of her head, the name rang a bell. She had seen it written somewhere before.  But where?

She browsed through all the papers and finally pulled one out that caught her eye. On the letterhead, it said Château Cheval Blanc. Claire had seen this document in the past but never paid close attention to it, just like with the rest of the papers Frank left behind. After her husband died, her lawyer had gone through everything she bequeathed and her endowment fund policies, but nothing registered at that time because of the grief she was going through. Not wanting to deal with the bureaucracy that comes after the death of a family member, all the papers have been put away to be forgotten. Now, looking at the single piece of paper in her hand, Claire Beauchamp just realised she was a 15% shareholder of the company Château Cheval Blanc, formerly owned by the late Jared Fraser.

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James Fraser was watching Claire from the bedroom door as he leaned on the door frame. She was putting away a box labelled "FRANK" into the wardrobe. He wondered if she still missed her late husband. The thought of her thinking of another man, deceased or alive, didn't sit well in his wame. It felt like an overwhelming burn blossoming at the bottom of its pit only to rise up to his chest and make his heart constrict. "Sassenach, I have to go soon," he said softly.

Distracted, she looked at his direction. "Oh right, I forgot you have a plane to catch...give me a sec." She was frowning and seemed lost in her thoughts.  Will she miss me?  Studying her surreptitiously, he noticed how small she looked dressed in nothing but his shirt and that ridiculous white woollen socks she loved to wear when at home. With her hair loose and wild, she had her reading glasses perched on her head buried in the riot of curls. When Claire did finally come to him, she wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her chin on his chest beaming at him with her cheeks flushed and her lips still swollen from his kisses. She smelled of bergamot oil and wildflowers, and her breath of coffee. "Right soldier, have a safe trip. Enjoy Paris for me!" She stood on tiptoes and gave him a kiss, her lips soft and warm and very inviting.

He looked down at her bright amber eyes and once again he was drawn to its bottomless pools of whisky gold. "Christ Sassenach, I will be missing ye so much. I wish ye were coming with me." He wrapped his arms around her and lowered his head to give her a thorough kiss. The sounds she made at the back of her throat was driving him insane with lust, making leaving difficult. It was only two hours ago they made love, and he felt like doing it all over again.

"I will miss you too, but you'll be back tomorrow night...so enjoy while you're there," she whispered. "Besides, you'll be too preoccupied to think of me. You must be one very important man to be sent to Paris on a business mission." She nuzzled her face at the base of his throat, careful not to disturb his tie while her small hands made their way under his suit, causing him to smile.

"I guess I have my use. How about ye? What will ye do without me?" he asked, his forefinger caressing the lines of her jaw while his other hand slipped under her shirt and settled underneath the waistband of her panties. He wanted her to say,  I don't know what I'll do without you.  Or something ridiculous like , I will feel lost without you.

"Well...I have friends coming over tonight. Geillis, Joe and Tom. We'll be watching rugby with a few pizzas and wine thrown in..." she replied, her fingers weaving through his hair at the nape of his neck, making goosebumps rise on his skin.

Jamie stiffened at the mention of Tom's name but maintained his cool. "Alright, no wild parties. I ken what ye're like when ye've had a bit too much to drink..."  What was she thinking?   This home was their bubble away from the prying eyes of the world.  

"Like I lose all my inhibitions? Like I did with you? Is that what you're trying to tell me?" she ribbed, as she ran her hands down his back to momentarily rest on his arse and then slowly glide up again from the base of his spine to his shoulder blades.

He smiled despite having mixed feelings about Tom Christie coming over to the cottage. "I'm having difficulty leaving ye Sassenach, and yet ye're teasing me." She stood so close, he wanted her to cling to him and wrap her legs around his waist. He could have easily lifted her up to him, but he wanted so badly for her to make that move.

"Oh, so am I a tease now? Look who's talking." She laughed as she released him. "Alright soldier, on you go...you don't want to miss your flight."  But I don't want to go. Ask me to stay.

Instead of letting go, he held her tight and searched her face. Jamie wanted to say something...anything, but for once, he was at a loss for words. Not that he didn't want to say what he wished to convey, but because he didn't know how to say it. The only thing he knew was that his feelings for Claire were too powerful for words, so instead, he showed her with his kiss.

..........

Normally, the first thing James Fraser would do when he arrived in Paris was to call Annalise de Marillac, his on and off girlfriend/lover for the last 4 years and a well-known socialite among the Parisienne celebrious. Twice they were engaged and twice she broke off their engagement, not because of Jamie but because of what she perceived her life would be living in Scotland. She loved the celebrity lifestyle and the fame that came with it, and Jamie preferred a quiet life in the highlands. Although they have broken up amicably, they have maintained a no-strings-attached sexual relationship whenever Jamie came to Paris.

A celebrity in his own right, after a successful breakthrough with Frisealach in Europe, James Fraser never cared for the limelight. His publicist, François de St. Germain insisted he maintained a well-publicised profile to capture the interest of the international market. Following his advice proved to be profitable for his business, and soon he was rubbing shoulders with the elite, and world-renowned whisky connoisseurs. Jamie was often photographed with and linked to beautiful women in tabloid newspapers - all in the name of marketing and promotions for Frisealach Distillery. With his good looks, charm and business acumen at such a young age, it didn't take long before he became the darling of European media, and his whisky was most sought after.

His fame led his uncle Jared to approach him for help when his wine business, Château Cheval Blanc, the biggest in France started to fail due to some unfavourable judgments in the past. It was barely surviving and was only being propped up by investors who acquired shares on a condition to invest a substantial amount of money. The biggest shareholder was Annalise de Marillac's father, the ambitious Frédéric de Marillac. Before Jamie's uncle died, his only dying wish from his nephew was to make sure the company stayed under Fraser's name, and he promised his uncle he would do what he can.

In the last five years, Jamie had made it his mission to buy out all the shareholders but only managed to accumulate 40% of the shares of the company. When he offered to buy out Frédéric de Marillac's 45%, it was turned down even when the offer was double its value. After finding out Jamie was seeing his daughter, Frédéric Marillac agreed to the proposition under the condition he married Annalise. Frédéric knew Jamie was desperate to have the company under sole ownership. And Frédéric also knew that Jamie's marriage to his daughter would boost his own business, recognising the fact that his prominence was quickly rising and opening important doors in the corporate world. Although Jaime was willing to marry Annalise for the sake of keeping the company in Fraser's name, he wasn't prepared to give up living in Scotland, and Annalise wasn't ready to leave the celebrity lifestyle. 

When Annalise broke off their engagement, it became a race for the two businessmen to find the elusive 15% shareholder for control over the business. In reality, James Fraser had no power over the company, but in the media, he was the image that represented Château Cheval Blanc.

..........

Jamie walked in into his luxury suite in The Four Seasons Hôtel George V and threw his travelling case onto the massive, luxurious bed. He had always stayed there whenever he came to Paris because he knew Annalise loved the extravagant, sumptuous settings. He had booked the room weeks in advance before he met Claire, and now, looking at his surrounding, he felt hollow and empty and the beauty of it meaningless.

He reached for his phone and instead of calling Annalise, he called Claire.

"Sassenach? Hi, it's me, Jamie."

"Jaime! Of course, it's you, silly! Who else would call me by that name? Are you in Paris already?" Her voice sounded like a balm to his soul.

"Aye, I just came into my room," he replied, smiling to himself as he loosened his tie and leaned back against the headboard. "Mmm, are ye alright, Sassenach?

"Yeah, I'm great. You?" He could hear running water.

"Aye, I'm just getting comfortable. What are ye doing? Are ye busy?"  I hope not.

Claire laughed. "I knew you were about to ask that. I'm having a bath right now. I went for a walk earlier in the fields to pick some wildflowers but came home all drenched. I was so cold I had to run a bath. That's Scottish weather for you!"

"Sassenach?"

There was a long pause before Claire replied. "Yes, Jaime?"

"I really miss you."Jaime wanted to say more, but he was unsure what.

"Oh Jamie, I missed you too but seriously, did you call up just to tell me that? Don't you have work to do?" She sounded amused.

Ignoring the question, Jamie asked, "What do ye miss about me?"

"Well, if you must know, I missed the sound of the floorboard creaking under your weight whenever you're walking around," she said giggling.

"Is that all?" He asked in a more serious tone.

Jamie heard Claire sigh. "Are you homesick Jamie? Don't worry, in just over 24 hours you'll be home soon."

"Aye, ye're right Sassenach, I'll be home soon to ye." Jamie felt comforted by this thought.

..........

Jamie had made up his mind. In truth, he only wanted to save Château Cheval Blanc, because it was his uncle's request and he wanted to preserve his family heritage. It was time to cut off his ties with the de Marillacs. He will make one last offer, and if Frédéric turns it down, then it's time to move on. Jamie knew he had done his best, and if the meeting turned out to be unsuccessful, nothing more could be done.

As expected, Frédéric turned down the offer since he knew the business in Château Cheval Blanc was picking up again after Jamie's name was linked to the company. But Jamie wanted no more part of it and had arranged with his lawyer, Ned Gowan, to prepare the papers for the sale of his own shares. Not surprisingly, a couple of hours after the meeting concluded, Annalise sent him a text.

Darling, I heard you were in town. Why didn't you call? Anyway, we need to talk. Maybe I was hasty breaking off our engagement. I was young, and I loved the parties, but now I'm ready to settle down. We can live in Scotland if you wish. Or wherever in the world. I can't talk now, but I will be coming to Scotland in the next few days. We can talk about our wedding then.

Jamie tried to call Annalise to tell her it was over, but she didn't answer the phone.

.........

Claire had just come out of the shower, her hair still wet and wearing only Jamie's shirt, as she made way to the kitchen. The plan was to make quiche for Jamie's supper when he arrives. Earlier in the day she had quickly tidied up the lounge, getting rid of the evidence of previous night's rugby party with her friends. She was in the middle of chopping leeks when a car parked outside. Unable to see from the window, she wondered who it might be. Looking at the clock, it was only 4 pm, and Jamie wasn't expected until 9 that evening. She was just heading for the bedroom to put a robe on when the front door suddenly opened. 

"Jamie! You're home early!"

Jamie dropped his bag and coat on the floor, and without saying a word, he walked towards Claire in 3 strides and lifted her in his arms. Before she could say a word, he had her pinned against the wall, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing her hungrily. 

"Oh God, Sassenach I missed ye so much," he muttered when he finally released her mouth for some air. He proceeded to kiss her neck as his hands roamed her body and stopped when he realised she wasn't wearing anything underneath. "Christ Claire, what are ye doing walking around the house half-naked? What if ye had visitors?"

She laughed. "Visitors came and went last night. And...by the way, welcome home soldier. I wasn't expecting you this early."

Still holding her against him, Jamie carried Claire to the dining area and sat down on a chair with her straddling him. He nestled his face into her neck, his arms pulling her body closer. "Weel, work was done early, and I couldna wait to come home to ye...so I bought an earlier ticket."

"Jamie," she whispered, "you feel at home here, with me?"

He lifted his head and smiled. "Aye Sassenach, I do. Ye didna mind having me around, dae ye?"

"No, Jamie. I don't mind having you around," she replied, her arms wrapping around his neck.

They sat hugging each other for some time, not speaking, just holding each other close, listening to each other's heartbeat.

"Sassenach?"

"Mmmm?"

"Will ye accompany on Saturday as my date to a charity ball? Frisealach will be hosting the event to raise money for St. Agnes, and I would like it verra much if ye can come."

Claire smiled. "Of course, Jaime I would love to." And with that, she pulled his head closer and kissed the top of his head.