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꒰: Précis | Middle-aged, existential, train wreck office worker diving head first into the club scene. One night of debauchery and a “You only live once” attitude turns out more problems than ever before. Torn between two worlds and wondering if he should try the pill one..more..time…

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Case File 002

“And so, how exactly was I supposed to be aware of the company that we were going to be entertaining for today?” I, less than unintentionally barked into the phone that I’d convinced Wynn to let me borrow for a bit. Simply so my boss didn’t think I flaked on my shift. “Seriously, this is something you can put into an email three weeks before it happens. Not the day of.”

Always hounding me for the littlest of discrepancies—meet Mr. Rysal. Head of our IT department with an ego that didn’t quite match how tight his pants fit and my unfortunate superior.

Still shifting my toothbrush around in my mouth after I’d gotten out of my quick hell-shower, I was already listening to the old hothead in my ear over the visitors or..new additions to our office. “Not bothering to send an email hasn’t ever phazed the Hiro I know.” But you don’t know me, I responded, somewhere in my head.

“I certainly didn’t expect this sort of…poor time management from you, of all, on such an important date.”

Gritting my teeth down on the plastic hanging from my mouth, I took my brush out, taking a moment to spit and rinse off with a few scoops of water. “Sir, forgive my place, but could you mind yours?” I said in a calm sigh, patting my mouth dry with my hand towel. “I’m getting there when I do. I’ve never disappointed before now, I don’t plan to, either. Regardless of the nature of my arrival or time interval.”

Rinsing off my brush and swishing around my mouthwash, I fixed my gelled down hair with a precision that subconsciously poked the tip of my tongue out between my lips.

“…Whatever, Hiro. You know the expectations on you. The spotlight that you’re under and why—how it got there. Don’t slip up and start dimming it. What would dear old dad think?” That singular last sentence was what made me take the phone down from my ear and listen to the line go dead.

Stepping out of the bathroom and switching the light off, I tmp’d across our apartment floor, setting Wynn’s phone face down on the coffee table next to his breathily snoring body, before adjusting my tie. I swiped my lunch from the counter, moving to the door in order to glide my suit jacket over my button-down’s sleeves.

Giving one more glance in the mirror, I groaned just a tad, leaning into the reflection and pulling a bit at the darkened skin under my corneas. Relaxing my lid, I retreated. I reached down beside the door to lift the satchel that lay on the floor, lunch in tow.

“Another day, another shred of my humanity.” breathed upon my finally exiting the apartment with a called, “Have a good day, Wynn.” on my way out.

From there, I secured my keys in the door and turned them—listening to when the lock slid into place, I was immediately down the hall. I had so much time to make up. So much so that I didn’t even bother with the elevator, surprising Kira who was much more used to seeing me calmly stride out of the elevator doors at a much earlier hour. Now watching me barrel out of the side stairs.

“Gone so soon?” her airy giggle called out across the lobby, seeing my frazzled state of scrambling for the doors.

In spite of my franticism, I took a moment to shoot her a look. “Not gone soon enough, in fact—I’m late for work.” puffed out as I nudged the glass open and made my way into my own car from our complex’s parking lot.

Kira, on the other hand was left just a bit slack-jawed at the fact that “late” and “work” came out of my mouth in the order that they did. I’ve…never been late to work. So she kept any other comments to herself and I caught a glimpse of her hand waving me off.

I put a bit more kick to my steps as I hustled into the flat, concrete expanse where my Dodge Charger, 1986, sat in all of its bordering vintage glory. Easily making it chirp with a double click of the key, I pulled open my driver’s, carelessly letting my belongings fall into the passenger with a thud or two.

“Fuckin’ hell..” lamented as I closed the door in behind me, adjusting my hair in the rear view before turning the keys into the ignition with an easy purr to life. As I let the vehicle warm up a tad, my hands went to my pocket, sliding my work ID around my neck, a subtle click signaling the fastening.

Once more, my eyes drifted up to the rear view, hands easily sliding into place on the wheel as I made my steady backing out of ½ parking spaces that were under my name.

Driving wasn’t much of a problem for me ever since I started. Helped me clear my head typically—today differed. When I finally got out onto open road, I perched my elbow on the frame of my window spreading out my thumb and index to hold my head at a slight angle.

Maneuvering through the cars, people starting their days, pedestrians, school attendees and the like all scattered about amongst the busy city. All individual lives unlike the next in such drastic ways—all thankfully unknowing of June Eigress’s existence. Must be nice.

I wasn’t sore anywhere, at least. So, if in the worst case scenario we magically wound up fooling around again under that blanketing blur of an evening, I have the solace of knowing I wasn’t taken advantage of. Though, that was never really what I expected from June.

As much as I loathed him with every breathing, moving and scientifically inanimate atom in my veins…he had morals. Set and one could argue conservatively strict morals, at that.

Still. That didn’t excuse the dilemma that rested under my slacks. Straining a bit to remember, I turned my signal on, shifting lanes so that I could get onto the right exit.

I’d only gone to the station, then…from Yitzer square to the shopping district and..

Fuck.

Had he been at the club?

My fingers tightened up on my wheel before I got a honk that made me more aware of my surroundings for a moment. I’d been tailgating the Chevy in front of me and the owner wasn’t too fond. So, I eased up on my gas, passing her anyhow to stay on the highway as she weaned off to the side.

The one night he decides to show up again.. Looking back..he knew when we met in the hall. Knew that I hadn’t found out and knew that he had the vantage of knowing. Sneaky bastard. Sat there and had the balls to argue with me knowing full well that he’d done some underhanded shit right under my nose.

Oh, I’d kill him.

…After I resolve my work dilemma.

About 15 minutes after pulling off on my exit, I eased down past the restaurants, ma & pa shops and other miscellaneous stores on the way to my office building. Checking into the parking garage was a speedy process that helped me cut down the ratio of time to amount of ground I still had left to cover.

Secure in my space, I shifted into park and slid my hands to rest in the crevice of the steering wheel. My head sunk back into my leather, having a small stare down in the rear view. “You’re at work, Hiro—act like it.” I recited to myself, swallowing briefly before lifting my things out of the passenger.

Tugging open the door, I stepped out, shutting the door briskly as I chirped it to a lock. Feet carrying me over to the elevator shaft where I stepped readily inside after a wait for it to come my way. Once I was on there, I pushed my glasses up on my face some more, doing one more unnecessary reposition of my tie as I worked at my cuffs.

Satchel snug at my hip and lunch in tow, I listened to that oh-telling and all-too enthusiastic chime when I hit my department’s floor.

Tmp-ing across the polished marble of the spacious lobby, I stepped up to the receptionist’s desk, flashing my identification before she simply nodded then shook her head.

She also seemed to know I was in hot water. Did the rest of the building?

Trying not to dwell on the first bad sign, I scanned into the actual office, immediately being greeted by what many called my “work-husband.” Though, we were just chummy because he’d blacked out on our first night of meeting each other. Christmas party, lots of laughs, lots of comforting words said over nausea—long story. We were good friends, though.

“Well, well. If it isn’t the dead man walking.” he barked out in a laugh. Spinning his chair and standing up from his own space, he strode over to me as I continued to make my way to the conference room.

Putting out a groan, I sighed deeply. “Spare me, Frazier. Where’s this ‘company’ that we’re supposedly housing? I don’t see any associates around.” I observed.

“They’re allll in conference room 5,” leaning in closer to drape over my shoulders a bit, he said cheekily, “..waiting for you.”

Brushing him off a tad, I shot him the faintest of glares. He pushed my specs up on my bridge and gave me a two firm pats on the shoulder, along with a light shove toward the closed door of the meeting room. “You make it sound so ominous. It can’t be nothing more than we’ve already and will continue to deal with.”

“Yeah, but this is different.”

Eyes darting to the side and back on him, “How?”

Simply shrugging, he tugged back the sleeve of his identical, pressed button-down, tapping an index on the face of his timepiece. “Clock’s tickin’, Mr. Golden boy. Go in there and find out.”

Begrudgingly, I threw my hand on the knob. “You know how much I hate when you call me that.” though, I didn’t receive any answer, given how he was already rounding the corner to make it back to his desk. Leaving me to finally push the door open.

Inside was our city-viewing boardroom, a perfect bird’s eye over..everything. We were one of the top-earning businesses in the city and the accommodations, architecture-wise, were staggering.

Instead of typical drywall, we had fully insulated. The corners were rounded forward with white, smooth-stone pillars that stretched up to hold up the ceiling. Decorated at the bases of each were floral arrangements in ceramic pots.

Then, directly in the center of the high-roofed enclosure, sat the infamous long table. A luxury that some people who’ve dedicated years to this company still have yet to lay their eyes on. Only by whisper did they even know it existed.

Though, it was a frequent part of my everyday routine, seeing as I was the son of the founder. Talk about generational wealth.

You’d think that meant I held a few more cards in my own autonomy, as per my arrival times, but no. Turns out, my father is a bit…mistrusting in my judgement of character. As a result, I’ve been sacked until my current superior, who was sitting forced-smiled at the head of the table, retires. And there, my empty seat on the side where I was meant to be…two whole hours ago.

There was big company, though. Several of our investors, as well as the nation’s CISO, as in, Chief Information Security Officer.. For the entire country. Oh, I was so deeply fucked. The one face that did happen to make me pause even more was..fuck.

“Miss Reid.” I said in a breath of disbelief, masked under a clearing of my throat.

She seemed to be just as frazzled seeing me here. Like she wasn’t the one out of place. Completely different from the woman I’d encountered in the demo of this morning and most certainly not last night—the similar could be said for me.

My little slip up there was addressing her before I bowed my head toward the CISO. Not as a customary, but a natural compulsion of respect. So, I quickly snapped up to fix that, dipping my body forward at the base a bit. “Sir. It’s an honor.” curt as I raised up once more, I made sure to keep my frames back near the corners of my eyes.

Heading the other end of the lengthy table next to Miss Reid in all his glory. Surrounded by their own advisors, secretaries, etcetera. The man, Ambrose Hildefer, was almost exactly what you’d picture for the title.

Late 30s with bags under his eyes that could weigh up to match my own. Stoic, cleanly shaven, deep pools of forests being offset by the sharp cut to his cheekbones. Jaw set at a perfect angle, his suit combination—which was definitely personally tailored—that was accessorized by a gold and obsidian Patek Philippe which he’d eyed. To tie it all together (no pun intended), he had a matte black tie, close to the same as his suit. Thin, floral-like swirls of gold decorating it.

Even with my lateness, he made the effort to stand to his feet. He was much taller in person, by a long shot. But he put his hand out to shake mine in a firm grip. “I see you and my apprentice have already gotten acquainted.” he rumbled smoothly, giving a respective look over to Miss Reid. “Allow me to introduce you two properly. Since, I believe you’ll both be in close cohorts from now on.

Mr. Hildefer crooked his finger and I watched her stand up calmly, tugging her plaid pencil skirt down a smidge before rounding the table. The echo of her heels drawing the eyes of every other bystander in the room. I raised my eyes from the floor and up to her face.

Gone was the vulnerability of a woman in the aftermath, now with the confidence and indifference that I’d displayed the morning of.

Proud strides across the floor before she was standing beside her superior with hands folded behind her back. Posture stiff as ever, I glanced back over at him, as he said the words that made every aspect about the nature of Miss Reid and I’s original meeting place. “Reid Tyris Hildefer. Eldest daughter and successor to the position of CTO. You two will be working together on various large-team managing projects as well as being on top of comparing data, then relaying all results to either of your highers.”

Mr. Hildefer squeezed Miss Reid’s shoulder lightly before picking up a slight pace to make it to the front of the room. Shit, they’d been waiting that entire time for me just to start this meeting. It wasn’t like they really had the luxury of just up and leaving but my own boss was sure to give me one hell of an earful when they finally did disperse.

“You see, as of late, there has been wiring details that have been swiveling their way into the heart of this potentially global company.” he continued on. I stepped over a bit, pressing the first switch in order to shut the lights off as the Promethean came to a purr, then adjusting the slider to lower the curtains. They slowly rolled down whilst Mr. Hildefer readjusted his stance and brought up the slideshow that’d been preapared.

I stood statue-still for a few seconds, suddenly getting a whisper that made my eyes divert. “Our chairs aren’t supposed to be empty, Mr. Deimos.” there my sur went again. This time, I couldn’t quite correct her. I, instead, brought my index and thumb to the top and bottom of my frames, nodding curtly.

Following the hint, I listened in on the rest of what Mr. Hildefer was explained as I took my seat next to my own boss. Immediately, Mr. Rysal slid me his own binder, which had a yellow sticky note inside.

Scrawled right there in what I would consider to be chicken scratch was “3 p.m. My office.” With a period that was all-too aggressive. But I simply tore the note up as opposed to just nodding and crumpling it. Even in the shadow of the room, I could see how his face was reddening.

“Along the lines of..certain employees, different factions of the corporation itself having several different rates of these strange missing numbers…some maybe overzealously multiplied and some divided.” he turned a critical eye in my direction. “And that, my dear Hiro, is where you fit in this equation.”

Straightening up my posture, I folded my hands on the table and tilted my chin up just a tick. “May I ask for elaboration, sir? Is this under the terms of my father’s influence and..resourcefulness and resources, or my own personalized skill sets?”

Dipping his head for a second, with a slight raise of his eyebrows, he gave a subtle smile back to me. “Both, but in different ratios.”

Nodding my head in blooming understanding, I turned an eye over to Miss Reid. “Then, in which ratios and, none offensively, why have your apprentice and I been..particularly selected for this?”

“Keen boy. See,” flicking to the next slide, I saw not only my impressive track record but an analysis on my father’s business. “You, Hiro, are one of if not the sole asset to your father’s small empire. Managing your department well, reporting all your good and back findings to your lovely boss, fixing up masses of charts and data, solving problems around the office…and, most importantly, you’ve got a good head on your shoulders.”

Moving the luminaries pointer up to my record, he smiled fondly. “You graduated Ivy, early, at that. With majors in information systems and cyber security, minoring in computer engineering. That’s no small feat whatsoever but I’d expect nothing less from the son of Valor Deimos.” I tried not to cringe hearing the name, simply giving a soft spread of my lips in acknowledgement to his praise.

“And that is where my own star student comes into frame,” holding an open hand out in Miss Reid’s direction, she tucked a strand of her pinned up high-ponytail behind her ear. “As of current, she’s the best in the field of cybersecurity. Though the position of CTO is taken up by her mentor who I’m sure you’re familiar with—her indulgence in her craft is something unlike any other.”

Mr. Hildefer cast a warm-ish smirk her way before speaking. “That being said..I now give the floor over to the woman, herself.” he said calmly, passing off the mini remote to Miss Reid when she’d strode past him to step up to the board.

Flicking to the next slide, a display of her own record was thrown up to center. Then, clear and concise, she began. “I’ve graduated top of all my classes in college, majoring in forensics, crime analysisand taking internship under a highly regarded coroner for majority of my senior year.” Miss Reid’s eyes hopped over each attendant’s chairs whilst she ran over her portfolio.

“In reference to such, I’ve the Chief of Police accompanying me today as tribute and a recommendation-letter esque party to my welcoming into this well-oiled machine.” Said party raised up her hand, scattered among the some closer to Mr. Hildefer’s chair. “Mrs. Terry Lamore, who I’m sure you’re all pleasantly acquainted.”

That, I was.

Mrs. Lamore, wife of Mr. Veñez Lamore, a retired Chief of Police due to the nature of his last case. He wound up with an injury that—thankfully—left only one of his legs paralyzed. My father, being the mogul he is, was chummy with him. Also seeing as the two had been best friends in highschool, then going to the same college in their 20s, majoring in their respective career paths with a mutual entrepreneurship class.

His wife was my mother’s right hand, seeing as they bonded over their husbands and also their shared love of tennis. They frequented our holiday parties, mourning periods and family matters. Good people to keep.

Mrs. Lamore stood up at her seat, nodding to the room as she spoke. “I can proudly state that my all is behind this admirable and once in a generation chance to bring out the true potential in this young lady. Not just with the skills and profit that she can provide to this company, but how we’ll be shaping the minds and framework behind something extraordinary.” she said with the brightest beam of a smile, sitting back down quietly.

Chiming in, Miss Reid went. “With respect to the missing cases that have been turning up with clientele that have purchased stocks, loans, and invested their time and energy into this company—this company and its image as the top research, analytics and technology oversight staple,” flipping the screen, we got a grand web of missing case files, people and their contributions to our company.

If I haven’t stated before, the name of our company is Letvix & Co. Letvix starting as our earliest ancestor who my father credits all of the family’s success.

“From people with minor shareholders in Letvix’s stock market, to big and long-term supporters, they’ve all turned up..gone. Without a trace.” she went on to turn to me, and I could see how much she wished it wasn’t necessary to address me directly but..alas. “Mr. Hiro, you’ve not yet dealt with legal matters before. You’re a numbers guy, as I’ve very recently done my research on. But this is your chance to change that.”

Moving onto the next slide and stepping to the opposing side of the Promethean. “Crime is a just another fancy word for Sodoku. You fit things where they need to go, and to place it correctly—to align all of the sections with the other—you have to pay attention to every possible income, outcome, input and output.” then, with a hint of tride and true respect, despite the latter effect of our dynamic, she finished. “You’re the best candidate to solve these equations with me as your PEMDAS. Find out why these people and their financial support have gone missing, find out how, when.”

I met her gaze head on, standing up as I rounded the table to get in place on the contrary side of the board. Turning to face everyone—a litter of different varying branches under either organization’s umbrella. “To have the privilege of accepting this, that which I see as the true soar into my own fulfillment of my father’s and my company’s legacy—I’ll bring us and the Hildefer name rightfully, to where it belongs—seared into the memory of history.” A slight degree and I was facing Miss Reid with a hand extended.

“Swearing by all that I hold dear, we will be the best candidates and the next faces of this industry,” her hand came to settle in mine. Though, instead of shaking it and calling it that, I pressed a chaste kiss to her hand. Continuing on there.

Peering up at her with low eyes, full of promise and the undercurrent of remorse lingering, “With our combined generational nuance and the prospect of possibly being the missing link between this company and the threat of ever being under bankruptcy—the world will be our oysters.” pressing one more mildly more audible peck to the back of her smooth skin.

Her father gazed upon me with a scanning eye before stepping back up to the plate, leaving the two of us to diverge to our seats once more.

“Now then. Since we’re all on the same track, then let’s move on to the heart of the cases you two will be unraveling..” I’d raise all kinds of hell if someone were to have snapped a photo of my face when I saw…those damn piercings again. “June Sunhill. Code name, ‘Junebug.’”

I could’ve retched right then and there if it weren’t for our company. “Went off grid some time ago, mother was reported missing and then later,” another flick over the slide and a grim expression weighed his features. A covered, lifeless body on the screen, fished out of water. “Found dead in the canal.”

With focus back onto the two of us, he gave me and Miss Reid a look. “You two will be working hand in hand with the police on this, seeing that Mrs. Sunhill has been a long-term advocate for Letvix & Co. There’s in no way, shape, form or size any possibility that he,” tapping a hand over the ID photo on the screen. “Is not involved. Whether that be direct or indirect, malicious or no, I believe finding him will put a kick start in digging up rotted roots.”

My heart was trying to drown my thoughts in a stampede. June..off the grid..? How? No one had filed him missing…? Of course not..if you go off the grid then you don’t want to be found.

But….he lived just down the hall from me. Hand darting up, Mr. Hildefer gave me room to speak. “Sir, if I may, how long has June Sunhill been off grid..?”

“Around..five-ish years. The files are a bit fuzzy with trying to find his last paper or digital trail.”

Raising my eyebrow in a slight, I pushed my glasses back up. Maybe I should’ve just called out of work today… “Then…what hopes do we have of finding him now..?”

And beaming that cash-grabbing smile, he said reassuredly, “You, Hiro.”

Case File 002 : Closed

A/N: After such a long wait, I’m happy to bring Care File 002 down to the podium..! Not much June fan service but someone seems to have him on his mind. What a mess, Hiro…

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