It quickly became obvious to me that not even a magic box that grants you wishes could make the need of lawyers and paper work disappear. It would be weeks before all the transactions would be complete and I could move on with my plan to get back at Becka. That might even have been for the best, because not only did time make me look at things in perspective, it also gave me an opportunity to reevaluate my plan and come up with something much better. Ruining Becka's life and career would be easy, but give me little to no pleasure. Instead, I could try to nudge her into becoming something far more pleasurable. Ever since I met her the thought had occurred to me that I could try a similar experiment as with Professor Mendez in college, and now I felt it was time to put that plan into motion. But first I had other business to attend to as well as my plan for Becka started to form.
It was not common knowledge yet that I was behind the acquisition of the company and even though I had no intentions on going public with it, I also didn't want to continue a rather pointless job. That's why I called the CEO of the company, one of few people in the loop on what was happening, and gave him my notice. He of course understood and just said he was looking forward to meet up again later when the papers were signed. He would also let everyone at the company know, and it didn't take long until I started to receive a bunch of calls and e-mails from my surprised colleagues.
Not having a job did leave me with a lot more free-time as the lawyers were doing their thing, and I decided to put some more focus into my setup at the hotel. I couldn't have crazy gunmen running around so I needed to beef up my security and I figured I could have Mrs. Georgia look into some contractors, but then realized this was another opportunity to use the box. What I really needed was my own head of security, and I knew just the perfect candidate. That evening I placed another wish in the box, saying "I wish Detective Davis would become my new head of security."
There was of course no denying the box worked, but exactly how things would work out was always a mystery. This time, I almost started to doubt it was happening, but late that evening I got a call down from the bar that I had a visitor. When I got down there, I saw Davis sitting at a corner table, sipping on a glass of red wine, and judging from the almost empty bottle next to her, it wasn't the first glass of the evening.
"Detective Davis," I said with a fake surprised look on my face, "what brings you here?"
"That's Leah these days," she answered with almost a smirk and wiggled her wine glass, "I'm suspended awaiting an internal affair's investigation."
"What?" I said, this time surprised for real, "what do you mean?" I took a seat by her table and waved at the bartender and pointed to the empty wine bottle.
"Apparently, I have a tendency to violence and I'm quick to pull the trigger," she frowned and took another sip of her wine. We sat silently for a while as the bartender brought us another bottle of wine and a glass for me.
"If it's about what happened here, you saved my life," I started, after she had stared down her glass for almost a minute.
"I know," she said, "and I acted as I'm trained. I did nothing wrong," obviously upset about the situation.
"Hey, I'm not going to let them do this to you," I said, "if you hadn't been there, I could have been killed."
"I don't think they care," she sighed, "they already have your statement."
"Then I'll call in the heavy cavalry," I tried, "I'll call my lawyers in the morning."
"I don't think all the lawyers in the world can help me now," she said with a quick sigh, followed by a large sip of wine.
"You see," she continued, "I sort of quit and," she hesitated, "told my boss he could go fuck himself, or, his mother."
I coughed hard to avoid laughing out loud, barely managing to not spray wine all over us. Davis gave me an angry look, but after a while it shifted into a thin smile.
"...and on top of that, my hippie of a girlfriend, who never liked me being a cop, left me," she continued, "also because I choose to take a life, so here I am..." her smile faded now and she looked just plain tired.
"Girlfriend," I thought, and almost managed to shrug off the thought of Davis making out with another woman.
I really started to feel sorry for her though. The box had really messed up her life, but it was too late to change any of that now. It was hard to not feel selfish but maybe I could make it up to her by offering her a job here. That box, I thought, can be really dangerous. Davis was still being silent now, and had started filling her glass from the new bottle.
"Well that just sucks," I said and looked at her, "but screw them, what do you make as police officer anyways?" She looked up from her glass and shrugged at me.
"I tell you what, why don't you come work for me?" I continued.
"You own a police department now too?" she said with a smirk.
"No, I mean here, as head of security. You'll have all the resources you need, and I'll pay you three times your assumingly crappy police salary," I continued.
"Are you serious?" she said, after staring for me for a while.
"Of course," I said, "having crazy people running around with guns kind of makes me paranoid."
She let out a short laugh, but then turned more serious and stared at me for a good while.
"Tell you what," I said, "I'll set up a meeting for you with our hotel manager tomorrow. She can tell you more and work out a proper offer for you."
