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Authors: Rae Stoltenkamp
Tags: Fantasy, crime and mystery
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monkey because I wanted to finish early on account of the fact it's my birthday.
I’m the business brains of the outfit, the front man. Raj smokes a bit too much weed to keep it together. Like today I mean - getting himself all worked up like that. Usually when he starts going for his toolbox I plug in my iPod. As long as he does what he's supposed to. He's an IT genius, always going on about artefacts, digitizers and encoders - whatever they are. Just know they make it possible for us to have the highest hit rate on a website like ours. The competition's tough out there with everyone thinking they can film stuff and put it on the net. But they don't have Raj to keep the cops chasing round the net trying to find us. Without him they'd be on our doorstep in an instant. He's the one that does all that complicated rerouting stuff they always go on about - everyone thinks our little earners come in from some place in India. I make sure the films come in on time and that my online contacts receive the films to deadline. This way the money keeps flowing steadily. Raj's cut goes on one thing and one thing only. No, that's not true, sometimes it's two things. I'm kinda trying out this savings thing called ISA.
Now Raj is just a short term investment. I can tell it’s getting to the point where I’ll have to cut my losses and recruit a new guy. I’m doing a bit of sourcing right now. No good getting the wrong sort of person in on the deal. I’ll keep Raj on as a silent partner. Lots of weed and enough screen time and he’ll be happy. I think Adrian might be just right. I’ll check him out a bit more before I let him in on the deal. If too many people know about your operation you can screw the whole thing up. But Raj is getting just a bit too carefree. Just as well most people don’t pay him much attention. It helps to have a partner who’s thought of as a weed head.
Now normally I’d have a bit of R and R and join Raj in the sensual enjoyment of the latest product but today is my 18 th and I’m planning an unforgettable night. I’ve told the boys to meet me at the pub for last orders before the night of excess begins. First though, I’ll have to endure the family dinner mum has planned. She'll go spare if I don’t turn up for that. Knowing her, every relative under the sun will be there and the whole thing will turn into an event worthy of a street carnival. My life is not worth living if I don’t turn up for the family gathering. It’s annoying the way mum still sees me as her little boy but there’s something so reassuring about it at the same time. When I used to mess up at school she always backed me, even when I was in the wrong. She’d die if she knew what business I’m into. She thinks I work in IT - thanks Raj. Had to explain the large amounts of cash I throw about. I know how to keep mum sweet — a few presents here and there, a bottle of Dolci and Gabbana or Gucci and she’s happier than anything.
I jump off the 322 at the stop by The Dog and Star and bump into this girl I vaguely recognise.
“Hey there DMs.”
I stare at her, recognition not coming right away.
“Madie...”
“Allie’s sister.” I finish her sentence as I remember who she is. “Man, you’re looking fine.” And damn she is. She's wearing these jeans that tell you where everything you can't see is.
She smiles with pleasure. “Where you going in such a rush?”
Suddenly I feel embarrassed. I don’t want to mention mum’s iron rule over me. “Getting ready to meet the boys and make things happen tonight.”
“Any special reason or is it just the usual?”
“It’s my birthday man, the big 1. 8.”
“Hey, many happy returns!” She stands on tiptoe to peck my cheek, but I’m caught by surprise. I jerk my head slightly and the kiss touches the corner of my mouth. A thrill passes through my body and I’m a bit stunned as my nose is filled with the smell of her perfume.
“Oh, that’s my bus.” She hastens
I’m the business brains of the outfit, the front man. Raj smokes a bit too much weed to keep it together. Like today I mean - getting himself all worked up like that. Usually when he starts going for his toolbox I plug in my iPod. As long as he does what he's supposed to. He's an IT genius, always going on about artefacts, digitizers and encoders - whatever they are. Just know they make it possible for us to have the highest hit rate on a website like ours. The competition's tough out there with everyone thinking they can film stuff and put it on the net. But they don't have Raj to keep the cops chasing round the net trying to find us. Without him they'd be on our doorstep in an instant. He's the one that does all that complicated rerouting stuff they always go on about - everyone thinks our little earners come in from some place in India. I make sure the films come in on time and that my online contacts receive the films to deadline. This way the money keeps flowing steadily. Raj's cut goes on one thing and one thing only. No, that's not true, sometimes it's two things. I'm kinda trying out this savings thing called ISA.
Now Raj is just a short term investment. I can tell it’s getting to the point where I’ll have to cut my losses and recruit a new guy. I’m doing a bit of sourcing right now. No good getting the wrong sort of person in on the deal. I’ll keep Raj on as a silent partner. Lots of weed and enough screen time and he’ll be happy. I think Adrian might be just right. I’ll check him out a bit more before I let him in on the deal. If too many people know about your operation you can screw the whole thing up. But Raj is getting just a bit too carefree. Just as well most people don’t pay him much attention. It helps to have a partner who’s thought of as a weed head.
Now normally I’d have a bit of R and R and join Raj in the sensual enjoyment of the latest product but today is my 18 th and I’m planning an unforgettable night. I’ve told the boys to meet me at the pub for last orders before the night of excess begins. First though, I’ll have to endure the family dinner mum has planned. She'll go spare if I don’t turn up for that. Knowing her, every relative under the sun will be there and the whole thing will turn into an event worthy of a street carnival. My life is not worth living if I don’t turn up for the family gathering. It’s annoying the way mum still sees me as her little boy but there’s something so reassuring about it at the same time. When I used to mess up at school she always backed me, even when I was in the wrong. She’d die if she knew what business I’m into. She thinks I work in IT - thanks Raj. Had to explain the large amounts of cash I throw about. I know how to keep mum sweet — a few presents here and there, a bottle of Dolci and Gabbana or Gucci and she’s happier than anything.
I jump off the 322 at the stop by The Dog and Star and bump into this girl I vaguely recognise.
“Hey there DMs.”
I stare at her, recognition not coming right away.
“Madie...”
“Allie’s sister.” I finish her sentence as I remember who she is. “Man, you’re looking fine.” And damn she is. She's wearing these jeans that tell you where everything you can't see is.
She smiles with pleasure. “Where you going in such a rush?”
Suddenly I feel embarrassed. I don’t want to mention mum’s iron rule over me. “Getting ready to meet the boys and make things happen tonight.”
“Any special reason or is it just the usual?”
“It’s my birthday man, the big 1. 8.”
“Hey, many happy returns!” She stands on tiptoe to peck my cheek, but I’m caught by surprise. I jerk my head slightly and the kiss touches the corner of my mouth. A thrill passes through my body and I’m a bit stunned as my nose is filled with the smell of her perfume.
“Oh, that’s my bus.” She hastens
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