Editor's note: I hope you enjoy and as always my stories are a slow burn, so please bear with me as I get you to what I see in my mind. I hope you enjoy!
Monique stared over the railing looking at the stars. She lit a joint, inhaled deeply, before exhaling. She closed her eyes letting the high take her.
Jack growled as he walked up the last 3 steps to the roof access. He opened the door and saw a light-skin brown girl with her braids blowing slightly in the wind. She was up close to the railing with her head slightly tilted up to the sky.
"Hey! Are you the one that wrote this?" Jack held the notebook up so she could see it.
Monique looked over her shoulder to see her green notebook in the man's hands. "Oh My God! Are you another assho... look that's a possibility! I didn't say it was a reality! Just if you could cull the human race this would be a way to do it without anyone noticing AND you could make billions! It was just a theory!" Monique turned and started walking to the well dress blond hair, blue eye man who looked to be around her own age.
"I mean you would think I had written some sort of manifesto," Monique said as she took another hit of her joint.
"Could you, do it?"
Monique stared at the man with wide eyes going still. "What do you mean?"
"I read this. I can back this, but this all hinges on one person the glue. You wrote this. Can you do this?"
Monique looked at her joint.
Was she too high? Was this real?
Her brow furrowed as she looked at .. she didn't know who this man was. "I mean ..."
"You stated the Hostess salary would have to be something high to atone for loyalty. Would $2Million keep you loyal to me."
Monique's mouth dropped open. "Who are you?"
"I'm Jackson Nathaniel the third or Jack. I do not like being called Jackson." His eyes took on a cold hard edge. "Ever."
Monique nodded. "Okay, bro chill." Monique smiled warmly and walked up to Jack. "I'm Monique Simmons and I can definitely make this happen. Do you have the players?" Monique was using a code word she written in the cliff notes of her notebook. Players meant the men who were pulling the strings behind the scenes.
Jack smiled and walked up to her. The closer he got Monique realized this man was tall. He easily towered over her, and she guessed he was 6'3 or 6'4 easy. He looked down at her 5'6 frame. "I have the players ... in mind. It's your job to convince them."
The wind blew and Monique shivered not only from the cold, but there was something chilly about his words.
Jack stared at the young black woman mesmerized. He normally could care less for any female in the world. He was to inherit Millions and it was his duty to increase those funds. However, the world was going to shit. The world was overpopulated, the rich had so much wealth and money; but they were notorious freeloaders and cheapskates. The rich didn't spend money. There used to be a middle class, but now it was all poor. The people weren't spending money anymore and the rich knew it, but no one could figure out what to do about it. No one was willing to give up their money to help the poor. They had finally gotten to the point where they could no longer squeeze anything more from the people. Something had to be done. And then he found this green notebook strewn on the college table. It was as if the heavens themselves had written him a playbook on how not only to bypass any Nathaniel before him, but also he could possibly increase their funds by 400%.
Because of Jack's standing this meant he had been groomed from a young age to take over the family empire. He had meant countless princesses, aristocrats, and other wealthy girls, but none of them ever caught his eye. They were mostly brainless, after his money, and cared about the stupidest things. He didn't have the time and when he needed to fuck, he could call any one and they would practically beg to suck his cock.
