[Y/N] stood there at the edge of the hospital bed unable to comprehend what was happening. Her father looked gravely back at her and nodded solemnly as if answering the unspoken question.

School, her social life, being able to continue to live the carefree life she had before, all over thanks to a single gunshot.

As soon as her father passed the family company was to be given to her.

The thought overwhelmed her as she leaned on the wall trying to stop her from falling to the ground it shock.

She knew she was going to run the company to the ground. [Y/N] was too trusting too sweet to everyone she met, everyone who worked there was ambitious they would sneak around trying to attempt to get her kicked out.

"What... What should I do?" She asked hand running through her short blonde hair; it halted at the single red peekaboo streak she had put in to make it pop. (Not to worry if you do not actually have this type of hair... Once Sebby gets a hold of you he straightens you out and makes you more professional aka your natural hair)

"Get a partner, [y/n]" her father rasped. "Someone you can trust to sniff others out someone who can't be bought with money."

She nodded; the doctor had said she had a week until her father would most likely expire. It wasn't the bullet that would kill him it was a disease that he had hidden from everyone including [Y/N]. She felt a little bit betrayed but understood why, she was all he had left. He didn't want his last days with her worrying over him.

[Y/n] left the room hastily trying desperately to think of some sort of plan.

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She had hit the bottom of the barrel. She held countless meetings with business experts but after the meeting she had one of her friends stand outside of the hall and bribes them to leak all of the information they came across to them.

Each person had accepted the offer.

"What are you going to do [y/n]?" Bethany asked after delivering the last of the third day's bad news.

"I don't know Beth." She replied falling back in her chair crumbling on the desk.

"You know..." Beth started to speak but stopped herself. "Never mind, you wouldn't like it."

"I'd take anything at this point." [Y/n] said quickly sitting up.

"There's this guy at this bar on 8th street, they say he'll do anything for the right price. And he's loyal never once reported for selling out or backing out a deal. And he never lies; they say it's his company's policy. "

"What company does he work for?" She asked, Bethany had peeked her interest.

"He never says, but he's an expert on picking up whether or not a person is up to no good or not. His price is normally pretty steep I hear." she pauses again "But I haven't heard a single person mention what he charged. They all just get quiet. It's worth at least seeing if he can help though."

"What does he go by?"

"Sebastian"