Chapter One
"Oh my God Sakura! It looks SO cute on you!" exclaimed an overjoyed raven- haired beauty with amethyst eyes. "Now, put on the hat."
Her best friend looked at her with an exaggerated smile as she embarrassingly obeyed. Good think no one was here to witness the moment.
"So what do you think Tomoyo?" the full dressed woman asked the black haired beauty as she tugged the baby blue hat on.
"It's absolutely fabulous!" she screamed. "Come, look in the mirror!" Then the full dressed woman was steered toward the full-length mirror in the well-furnished studio.
Large forest green eyes stared back awkwardly at the beautiful woman with a baby blue hat that covered her usual shoulder length honey colored brown hair. The rather childish baby blue dress was fitted into an elegant body that had curves in all the right places. A body with long slender legs, a thin waist, full breasts, and soft silky skin. It was no doubt that Sakura's natural beauty was the envy of all women.
"So?" prompted the black haired beauty named Tomoyo with a smile. Wearing her latest black dress and Gucci pumps, she was the perfect contrast standing next to Sakura.
Tomoyo Daidouji and Sakura Kinomoto, known by proper society as the dark and light beauty. Ample reason was given by the name. Tomoyo with her dark and exotic splendor and Sakura with her light and innocent loveliness. The envy of all the women and the wonder of all the men. It suited them well.
"I guess..that it looks ok" responded an uncertain Sakura. A rare sight from the perfectly confident woman the financial world has known.
"You're right, the skirt needs a little more work." Proclaimed Tomoyo, once again, over criticizing her design. "I should probably make it a little shorter and less puffier. It may look good on you Sakura, but keep in mind that other women have to wear it too. Now, where did my sketch book go..."
"Um..Tomoyo, can we go for lunch yet? I'm getting hungry." Complained Sakura.
"Oh, sorry, I guess that I was too wrapped up in my latest design to even notice the time slip by" apologized Tomoyo as the familiar realization of time dawned upon her. "I need to finish this by Monday, and today is already Thursday. But I suppose putting it off for another hour won't hurt."
"Yeah!" cheered Sakura happily. "Now let's go and get some food! It's 2 in the afternoon and my stomach is starting to growl." Tomoyo laughed at her best friend's enthusiasm.
"Alright, let's go" she announced with a grin. "Let me just go get my purse and we'll leave."
"Do you think that we should call Michael?" asked Sakura "Or is he too busy with that new merger?"
"That's a great idea Sakura! I don't think that he is so busy as to can't afford an hour off work. I'll call him right now!" Exclaimed Tomoyo as she quickly went to her office and dialed up the number that she has memorized by heart.
Michael Stanley, the owner and CEO of Stanley Inc. One of the worlds' leading oil companies. The family business was passed on to him by his late father, John Stanley, who has recently celebrated his 67th birthday. Retired at 64, John Stanley gave up all claims of the multinational corporation to his only son and heir at the age of 27. The company executives were at first very objective to this idea, claiming Michael to be too young to run such a high budget corporation. But after they got an insight view of Michael's leadership, all hesitations were dropped and the company executives welcomed him with open arms. Today, the company is run with tremendous success.
Sakura fumbled around for the remote control to the large big screen TV occupying the left corner of the studio while waiting for her best friend to come back. Despite Tomoyo's well-organized designs, her studio was an absolute mess. It was only the arrival of a maid every weekend that kept this place from turning into a complete big sty.
"Aha!' Sakura exclaimed with pride as she at last found the remote beneath a pile of clothes. The once black screen immediately burst into color as she pressed the power button to reveal a picture of the news crew.
Sakura stared at the screen for a minute with sheer boredom. She was just about to switch the channel when Tomoyo happily pranced into the living room giving a loud cheer.
"Yeah, he's coming!" exclaimed Tomoyo with a bright smile, happy that the love of her life was joining them for the late lunch. "We haven't seen each other for almost a day!"
Sakura rolled her eyes. "Gee, that's a very long time" she replied sarcastically.
"Indeed it is!" stated Tomoyo, not catching the sarcastic tone. "So lets go- "
" And here is the repeat of the top story today" announced the booming voice of the news reporter, interrupting Tomoyo. "Millionaire Blair Montgomery was killed in his own home last night along with his wife Cindy, daughter Jasmine, and the rest of his staff. The bodies were found this morning at approximately 9:45 AM. There is no information on the killer, but it is believed that this is the doing of a professional. Blair Montgomery, the owner of the well-known Sphinx Corporation, was 42 years old leading a perfect family life. The vise president of Sphinx Corporations, Shane Watson, stated no comments concerning Mr. Montgomery's death or the future welfare of the company. It is highly suspected that the company stock will drop tremendously within the next 3 days unless Mr. Watson assures the shareholders of the company's stability despite the loss of the current president. This is Kyle Johnson reporting for WNB. We hope to see you after the break."
Sakura switched off the TV after the commercials have come on. "I can't believe that someone would do this!" she stated with bewilderment "I mean, millionaire or not, you don't just go into peoples homes and kill their whole family!"
"Yeah" agreed Tomoyo. "Mr. Montgomery was a very nice man. I met him once when he I was at dinner with Michael. A real family man. I don't know why anyone would want him dead." Sorrow was clearly evident in Tomoyo's amethyst eyes. "We should probably expect a full-length funeral this week."
"Just shows that you're never safe." remarked Sakura. "You and Michael should really be careful."
"Yeah, you too" replied Tomoyo worriedly. "Especially with that new case you're handling. It could really earn you some enemies."
"I know." stated Sakura. "I knew this negative aspect when I chose to be a lawyer. But I really like my job. It's like a passion to me."
"Just like designing clothes is for me." murmured Tomoyo with a smile, happy to have forgotten the gloomy moment.
"Well, I kind of figured that." remarked Sakura sarcastically with a teasing smile as she looked around at the studio walls filled with sketches of various stages. "You're a well known fashion designer all over the world. You own your own line of clothes, which I may add, is VERY popular. You make like 50 grand for each design!"
"Hey, you're not worse off! You get like how much for each case you win? 40 grand? 70?"
"Actually, it depends on the case and how much money I save or earn my client" corrected Sakura beaming proudly.
"Oh save the technicalities" replied Tomoyo with fake boredom. "We both know you have cases coming in every day with a lot of cash attached. So it looks like that we each achieved our childhood dream. Now, all we have to do is find you a perfect man."
"Ugh! I already told both you and Michael like forty times! I don't WANT or NEED a man!" yelled Sakura with exasperation.
"Yeah...Sure...You just keep thinking that..." murmured Tomoyo with a sinister grin "I don't think that you have quite figured out yet what kind of man you want. Just be glad that I'm here to help you find Mr. Right."
"I don't want one!" yelled Sakura with a deep blush. Tomoyo, suddenly remembering, glanced at her silver watch and a look of panic swept across her face.
"Sakura, we can continue this conversation another time, although God knows I was really enjoying it. But right now, we're late! Michael is probably already there waiting for us!" exclaimed Tomoyo as she quickly grabbed Sakura's hand and rushed out of the room while fumbling for her apartment keys in her purse.
"Ugh! Screw it! I'll just use the alarm system! Hopefully I still remember the number code!" remarked Tomoyo as she rushed out the door, still dragging Sakura behind her.
After struggling with remembering the code, Tomoyo finally got it after the fourth time.
"OK, let's go!" she yelled as she heard the thirty second warning of the alarm. She scrambled to the elevators, like a love struck fool, too eager to see the boyfriend that she has not seen for a whole day. She tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for the elevators to arrive. A dreamy look was clearly evident in her amethyst eyes.
Sakura wondered what that feeling was like. The feeling of loving someone so fiercely it hurt to be separated from them too long. She sighed in contempt.
Sometimes it really sucked being single.
~*~
There were many instances throughout her career when Sakura felt the nagging feeling of guilt hit her. Instances when the curse of human emotion overruled all logical tactics within her mind. Sakura knew very well that when the heart and the brain went to war, the heart tends to always win.
However, this was not one of those instances. Not by a long shot.
"And it is through this evidence that I bring to a close the defendant's full guilt in the murder, your honor." Concluded a clear strong voice with sheer confidence ringing loud throughout the mass size of the courtroom.
The audience was stunned into silence. Sakura Kinomoto had just won yet another hopeless case. Suddenly, whispers of astonishment began to germinate within the soundless room.
"How did she-"
"Impossible!"
"She's brilliant!"
"Reckon its true?"
A riot of voices began to rise louder and louder, soon filling the entire room. Supporters of both sides shouted their opinions to all that would listen, ignoring the racket others created. There were whispers of astonishment, denial, and encouragement from the mass. And all were started because of one woman. Sakura Kinomoto.
"Order!" cried the gray bearded judge. "There shall be order in my court!"
The shouts lessened, but did not die completely.
"I SAID ORDER!" the judge yelled with furry, and at last, he was obeyed. Silence once again reigned within the room. "Miss Kinomoto, both you and Mr. Bryant have presented your evidence and made your conclusions. Now, does the jury require any further evidence or time to come to a full verdict?"
Quick whispers where exchanged between the twelve people that would decide the fate of John O'Neill. All within the room strained to await their answer in climax. Sakura looked over her shoulder at her client. They had this case in the bag. She was confident.
As the whispered died down, a lone figure from the jury stood up. All within the room held their breath.
"The jury has decided that Dr. John O'Neil is guilty of the murder of Laura Connell."
"Then it is decided. John O'Neill, you are here by sentenced to life in prison without patrol for the murder of Laura Connell!" yelled the judge as he banged his hammer of authority to conclude the final verdict for the case.
Sakura smiled. No matter how many times she experienced this, the sweet feeling of victory shall forever bedazzle her.
"Court adjourned." Dismissed the judge with a final shout. All immediately stood up as the Honorable Judge Mathis of the State Court left the room.
Then the true shouts and inquiries began.
With a deep breath, Sakura gathered her materials with a smile and walked out of the room with her client, Nora Connell. All stared after them. Whether they were glares of hatred or approval, it was hard to tell. As soon as they passed through the double doors of the enormous state courtroom, they were bombarded by a mass of reporters.
"Miss Kinomoto, you have won what others reckoned to be a hopeless case. Do you have any comments for those who doubted your victory?" asked a blonde reporter dressed in a bright red Hugo suit and two-inch high heels.
"Miss Kinomoto! Was Ms. Connell involved with Dr. O'Neil?"
"Is Dr. O'Neil really guilty?
"Is Ms.-"
Sakura raised her hand to silence the desperate reporters. She was obeyed.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I would here by give only one statement. Dr. John O'Neill IS guilty for the murder of Laura Connell. My client, Ms. Connell is only a grieving mother desiring to see the murderer not go unpunished for his crimes. I had never doubted her innocence from the beginning."
With that Sakura Kinomoto and Nora Connell left the majestic building with the confident march of victory while a sea of reporters swarmed behind them, hungry for further news.
*~*
With a deep breath, Sakura entered the mass skyscraper where her elaborate office was located. The Tyler Lawfirm. One of the leading law firms America had to offer.
The double glass doors silently slid open as the front desk receptionist watched her arrival with a smile.
"Miss Kinomoto, congratulations on winning your case." Greeted the African American woman with a smile.
"Thanks Darcy" replied Sakura as she strolled past her to the elevator.
"Hey, heard you won another case, congrats!" shouted a middle aged bald guy. Sakura had no idea of who he was, but she nodded her thanks nonetheless. No need to look stuck up.
As she stepped out of the splendid elevator, shouts of congratulation assaulted her ears as heads poked out of their offices to see the rising star.
"Thanks" repeated Sakura over and over to her fellow lawyers, all top of the firm. Of course, you had to be if you were located on this floor.
At long last, she reached her office at the very end of the hall and shut the door gently behind her upon entry.
"God! Sometimes people are really overcongradulative." murmured Sakura with a sigh as she sat down in front of her highly expensive oak desk. Immediately she started up her flat screen computer.
Abruptly, the matching oak door to her office opened to admit a rather charming face framed with sandy curls.
"Hey hey!" Greeted the young man of 26 as he let himself in. Athletic, good- looking, and successful. Enough to grab any woman's attention, but not Sakura's.
"What do you want Jake?" sighed Sakura in annoyance.
"Hey, can't a fellow congratulate his college on a job well done? I loved it. 'She was innocent from the beginning.' Ha! Good one Sakura, you should really be in show biz!"
"Are you saying my client isn't innocent?" inquired Sakura with a cocked eyebrow.
"Hate to brake it to you Sakura, but half the population knows that woman killed her own daughter to frame the Dr. She was just an overposessive mistress desperate for attention."
"Well, I refuse to hear such insults about my client!" replied Sakura with feigned offense to hide her smirk. In fact, she agreed with everything Jake Martindale just said, but it wouldn't do good to let him know.
"Come on Sak, brighten up. No one here has a hidden camera do use against you."
"Is there any particular reason you're in here for?" inquired Sakura while rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, boss wants to see you tomorrow first thing in the morning."
"Where is he know?" asked Sakura with puzzlement as to why she cannot see him right now and get it over with.
"Probably out with his flavour of the week" replied Jake with shrug. "I think it's a model again."
"Good to know" Sakura replied absently as she typed her password on her email. Suddenly, her cell phone began to ring.
"Sakura Kinomoto speaking." Answered Sakura as she lifted up the lid to her small silver cell.
"Where are you Sakura?" yelled a frantic woman on the other line. "The fashion show is in two hours and I need your help to improve my design NOW!"
"Oh shit.." Muttered Sakura as the sudden realization hit her. "Don't worry Tomoyo, I'm on my way. I'll be there in ten minutes."
"All right. You better hurry, 'cause I'm freaking out right now!"
"Ok. I'm coming!" replied Sakura as she snapped her silver lid shut. With an exhilarating speed she quickly grabbed her white Gucci purse and made to dash out the door.
"I'll see you later Jake! I got to go help Tomoyo with her spring fashion show!" Called Sakura over her shoulder, leaving behind a very confused yet amused Jake.
"Time to go take another cold shower." murmured Jake to himself as he strolled out of Sakura's office in his usual casualness and confidence. "She's going to be on my mind for yet another night."
*~*
With a smirk, Eriol switched off the small portable TV located in the dark corner of the warehouse. Another report about Blair Montgomery and his impending funeral. Getting up from the beat up green couch, he went once again to the black briefcase on the table in front. Gently pulling the top up, the contents were once again revealed to appreciative eyes. Stacks of hundreds filled the small rectangular flat box. Eriol gently traced his fingers on one of the green bills.
A job well done is rewarded greatly. That was one of the top mottos of the Li Foundation. And he was rewarded very greatly. With a lazy grin, Eriol leaned back on the couch to view his treasure.
"Where should I hide you next...?" he murmured to himself. "Perhaps somewhere in Asia.."
With all the black money he makes, it was no wonder that Eriol Hiragiziwama was running out of places to hide them. Instead of spending it like a normal person, Eriol preferred the old fashioned method. Hoarding.
A nice house in a prestigious neighborhood, for that fact, in any neighborhood, was completely out of the question. Permanent settlement was like digging oneself into a trap whole. Besides, neighbors were just too nosy sometimes and it would have been a shame to kill them for knowing too much. Then come the complications of hiding their body, tolerating the questioning police and search parties, then the news coverages..all too inconvenient.
Instead Eriol preferred to keep it low. His only home was at the headquarters of the Li Organizations. Being an assassin of great value had earned him a set of suites in the gigantic underground building. His only home was tied to his work. His life revolved around his work. He was to be silent and nomadic. Striking only when he was told to. Taking only what was his. No more no less. The perfect eliminator.
All his basic necessities were provided by the organization already. If not, he had his tons of hidden cash to choose from. Women were aplenty thrown at his feet for a one-night fuck. Relatives and friends he had none and therefore no strings were attached to him. His only ally was the powerful young crime lord himself. So what more could he want? Life at the moment was looking perfect for Eriol Hiragiziwama.
With a tired sigh, Eriol decided to retire for the night and leave the hard decision till tomorrow. With a yawn and a graceful stretch, he blew out the candle on the table beside his treasure and settled himself comfortably on the worn out couch with a silver gun held tightly in his right hand. He let his hearing adjust to the silent sounds of the night. His eyes to the eternal darkness he has come to know so well. After many years of training to sleep with his keen sense on alert, the ability for any living creature to get past his knowledge was a indeed a rarity.
After all, you can never be too careful in his line of work.
*~*
"Ms. Kinomoto, Mr. Tyler would see you know." Announced a tall brunet wearing a bright red suit with an exceptionally short mini skirt. Her supercilious nature was clearly evident in her cold cerulean eyes. Her sneer of annoyance broadly displayed her lack of skills for the secretarial position to one of the most prominent names in the legal world.
'Must be Tyler's flavour of the week that Jake was talking about' supposed Sakura as she flashed a welcoming smile to the new woman temporarily talking old Mrs. Samson's position while she was away on her second honeymoon. Sakura would have bet her precious red BMW sports car that the woman would not last for more than a week. If Tyler didn't get tired of her by then, she would collapse herself under the pressure of the load. After all, there is no such thing as a free ride in life...not for long at least.
Taking a deep breath, Sakura stepped through the double oak doors while the brunet held them open with a tentative glare of envy. Stepping onto the soft fur carpet, Sakura became rapidly aware of her boss' presence that was always coated in full confidence and authority.
Jason Tyler swirled away from his skyscraper view of downtown Manhattan to greet his soon to be top lawyer. The rising star, as he so often named her. For a moment, as he looked upon the lovely face of Sakura Kinomoto, their eyes met.
Emerald green crashed with sea foam gray. The room became silently still. They held each other's gaze for what seemed hours, until at last, Sakura, faltering in her confidence, looked down with slightly rosy cheeks.
"Well, Sakura, I see you have yet still to work on your intimidation skills." Greeted Jason with a smile of amusement.
"Good morning Mr. Taylor" greeted Sakura in reply, not daring to show any hint of sarcasm.
"I suppose it is a good morning as of so far." Inquired Jason as he slowly stood up from the plush leather chair. His perfectly sculptured face was framed by a thick mass of dark brown curls. His tall and athletic frame rippled with movement.
Jason Tyler, the 28-year-old law firm owner, was at the top of the world. Coming from a prestigious family, much like Michael Stanley, he inherited the business from his late father at the young age of 24. Things have skyrocketed from then on as young Jason, with his legendary courtroom skills, made further and further expansions to the family name. Now, he was young, successful, rich, handsome, and pretty much what most would call perfect. Women threw themselves at his feet while mothers desperately pushed their young virgin daughters towards him in hopes of attaining such a powerful son in law. However, the young Jason Tyler preferred to stay an unmarried playboy, and being on America's most eligible bachelor list did nothing but help his reputation.
"By the way, heard you won yet another case Kinomoto. Well done. You are truly a rising star."
"Thank you sir" Sakura accepted the compliment with courtesy.
"But don't get cocky Kinomoto. You may think that you have tasted the victory of frying large fish, but you have been handling fishes nowhere near great."
"I'm sorry sir?" asked Sakura in confusion. Jason Tyler may be brilliant in court and in bed, while Sakura had no wish to experience the later, he was at times more than confusing to follow.
"I think it is about time my soon to be top lawyer tasted real big fish. I have a new case for you Kinomoto." Informed Jason. "A case involving the life of John Letterman."
Sakura was in shock. And she was rarely in shock. "T-the John Letterman? Of Siren Finance?"
"I believe so." Replied Tyler with a smirk of satisfaction. "Keep your chin up Kinomoto, you don't want your opponents catching you at such a disadvantage."
"So what's the case?" asked Sakura with all the remaining strength her strong voice could muster. She was caught unaware once, no need to prolong the affect.
"He currently stands accused for the usage of illegal immigrants as a labour force, bribery of a federal leader, and earning illegal income, just to name a few. The man is in deep shit right now and he's got the best lawyer on his life protection."
"So I'm the executioner for the government then? My job is to gather enough evidence to convince everyone he is really the asshole he's been accused of being. How long is he put in jail for all this if I win?" inquired Sakura with a frown. The man had a lot of high friends, and she didn't want him out any time soon to use his connections against her. On the other hand, no one liked a loser....especially a loser who was caught.
"Well, for these charges alone, he would be facing life in prison. Add all the other shit he's done, the guy could kiss his remaining free days good bye. So don't worry Kinomoto, he won't be out to hunt you and the guy has no legitimate heir that would love him enough to do so for him." Stated Jason with a smirk of confidence that almost made him look omniscient.
"So what's the catch then?" asked Sakura with suspiciously lowered eyelids. There HAD to be one for a golden opportunity like this.
"No catch other than you got to beat Letterman's best lawyer. I think you would be familiar with this name. Drake Mason." Jason stated with a smile.
Sakura did not give him the satisfaction of seeing her being caught off guard twice in a day. "Oh yes, I am aware. One of the biggest solo names in the legal world."
"Good. You keep your ears open. Very good." Complimented Jason with a hint of mockery.
"So why are you giving me this case? Wouldn't you want to take Mason down a peg after the last public battle you two had?" inquired Sakura with a frown to carefully hide her puzzlement.
"Because I want my rising star to experience the honor." Answered Jake simply. "You may be climbing up the ladder rapidly, but you are still young and untried. You need some experience under your belt before you can become my right hand, Kinomoto."
Suddenly, Sakura smiled with amusement as the realization of his motive dawned on her.
"Imagine the great Drake Mason taken down by a mere protégé of Jason Tyler. I must admit Mr. Tyler, you have quite a plan going. If I win, I make you look like a god since I was trained by you and work under your command. If I lose, no harm done to you since Drake Mason may have been just too experienced for a young new lawyer to handle, but nonetheless you get credit points with the law firm for showing faith in your employees. You have indeed set yourself a win/win situation Mr. Tyler."
As his young apprentice slowly revealed his plan piece by piece, his smile of amusement gradually changed into a smile of pride.
"Very good Kinomoto. I see why you have aspired so much higher than some of your fellow colleagues. It is not many that could figure out my master plan with one single guess." Congratulated Jason. "You are definitely one of a kind Kinomoto. Should I take this as a yes then?"
"Of course" grinned Sakura. "After all, I never turn down a challenge."
"Good, then you are dismissed. The files and all the necessary materials shall be brought down to you by the end of the day. You are relieved of all your other cases as this one is in progress. From now on, all your living energy should be devoted to winning this case. Now, any questions?" concluded Jason with the wave of a hand that demanded so much obedience from all who knew him.
"Yeah, just one." declared Sakura. "Why did they catch Letterman only now? The crimes he has been accused of must have taken years to perfect. Why now?"
"Because he's got a leak somewhere within his inner circle." Answered Jason with simplicity. "Its your job to find that leak and put them on the stand."
"I understand" nodded Sakura as she began heading out the door. "And don't worry Mr. Taylor, I will not disappoint." With her last statement, the beautiful brunet graceful made her exit, leaving behind a very admiring playboy.
"So I take it she's the one you're so crazy about?" asked a hidden figure as he slowly ventured into the room after the departure of the light beauty.
"Is it really that obvious?" inquired Jason with cocked eyebrow.
"You better believe so Jase." Answered the newcomer. Andrew Conner, heir and editor of the precious fashion Magazine "Rolla". One of the most internationally known names in the fashion world. Blond and beautiful, he had all the right qualities for be a male model, but he preferred to keep his body in dignity.
"Dam, I think I'm going to turn into one of those love struck fools I have always despised.." Groaned the once confident young god known as Jason Tyler.
"Hey, I wouldn't blame you Jase. I mean she was HOT! She looks even better in real life than on TV. If you weren't setting your mark over her, I would be putting the charms on her right now. Probably be giving me hand jobs by now..." Teased Andrew with a grin. "I admit she's not your average slut, but all women are fucakble, even lesbos."
"Don't go there with her" warned Jason with a dead serious glare. "Kinomoto is mine."
"Why, you're head over heels for her and you're still not at a first name basis?" Andrew feigned disappointment. "I thought that you, Jason Tyler, playboy extraordinaire, could certainly do better than that. What about all those other women you fucked and discarded?"
"They were trash not worth dirtying my hands with" replied Jason with a nonchalant shrug.
"And this Sakura Kinomoto is something special?" inquired Andrew with amusement.
"She has a lot more brains than all the hoes I fucked combined. She certainly isn't lacking in the looks department, but what really sets her apart is her ambition. She is going to rival me in power very soon if things go the way they do right now."
"If you're scared of competition Jase, then you just perhaps made on of the biggest mistakes of your life. You just basically handed her a golden opportunity that could either make or break her career. Are you hopping she would fail then?"
"No, I know she is capable of winning, with my assistance of course." Replied Jason with his usual cocky grin.
"I assume you have another motive for this whole game?"
"Yes indeed. When she pours countless hours of dedication into this case and I come up with the solution within the last minute, she will finally see that she cannot surpass me. You know the old saying Drew, if you can't beat them join them. She will see that I am her only salvation to the future she so strongly desires, and then...well, I have her then."
"Very good." Complimented Andrew. "But have you ever thought of what would happen if she comes up with a solution herself? After all, you did say she was very clever."
Jason shook his head with a smile. His sea foam gray eyes stared into space as he explained the last piece of his master plan to his longest and most loyal friend.
"There is only one thing that could win this whole case, and that answer is with me. Not even Mason knows this. I alone possess the power to either make or break Sakura's Kinomoto's reputation. "
Realization suddenly dawned on the young blond.
"Are you saying that you know who the leak is?" asked Andrew with startlement.
"I hired the leak." Jason replied in his simplest tone.
"Man, you MUST be absolutely crazy for this girl if you're willing to take such a high risk for her. Keep in mind, both Letterman and Mason have friends in VERY high places."
"You know my saying Drew" whispered Jason is his truly dangerous tone, enough to scare any dangerous animal into retreat with the ferocity of its coldness. "What I like, I take. No matter what."
"Oh my God Sakura! It looks SO cute on you!" exclaimed an overjoyed raven- haired beauty with amethyst eyes. "Now, put on the hat."
Her best friend looked at her with an exaggerated smile as she embarrassingly obeyed. Good think no one was here to witness the moment.
"So what do you think Tomoyo?" the full dressed woman asked the black haired beauty as she tugged the baby blue hat on.
"It's absolutely fabulous!" she screamed. "Come, look in the mirror!" Then the full dressed woman was steered toward the full-length mirror in the well-furnished studio.
Large forest green eyes stared back awkwardly at the beautiful woman with a baby blue hat that covered her usual shoulder length honey colored brown hair. The rather childish baby blue dress was fitted into an elegant body that had curves in all the right places. A body with long slender legs, a thin waist, full breasts, and soft silky skin. It was no doubt that Sakura's natural beauty was the envy of all women.
"So?" prompted the black haired beauty named Tomoyo with a smile. Wearing her latest black dress and Gucci pumps, she was the perfect contrast standing next to Sakura.
Tomoyo Daidouji and Sakura Kinomoto, known by proper society as the dark and light beauty. Ample reason was given by the name. Tomoyo with her dark and exotic splendor and Sakura with her light and innocent loveliness. The envy of all the women and the wonder of all the men. It suited them well.
"I guess..that it looks ok" responded an uncertain Sakura. A rare sight from the perfectly confident woman the financial world has known.
"You're right, the skirt needs a little more work." Proclaimed Tomoyo, once again, over criticizing her design. "I should probably make it a little shorter and less puffier. It may look good on you Sakura, but keep in mind that other women have to wear it too. Now, where did my sketch book go..."
"Um..Tomoyo, can we go for lunch yet? I'm getting hungry." Complained Sakura.
"Oh, sorry, I guess that I was too wrapped up in my latest design to even notice the time slip by" apologized Tomoyo as the familiar realization of time dawned upon her. "I need to finish this by Monday, and today is already Thursday. But I suppose putting it off for another hour won't hurt."
"Yeah!" cheered Sakura happily. "Now let's go and get some food! It's 2 in the afternoon and my stomach is starting to growl." Tomoyo laughed at her best friend's enthusiasm.
"Alright, let's go" she announced with a grin. "Let me just go get my purse and we'll leave."
"Do you think that we should call Michael?" asked Sakura "Or is he too busy with that new merger?"
"That's a great idea Sakura! I don't think that he is so busy as to can't afford an hour off work. I'll call him right now!" Exclaimed Tomoyo as she quickly went to her office and dialed up the number that she has memorized by heart.
Michael Stanley, the owner and CEO of Stanley Inc. One of the worlds' leading oil companies. The family business was passed on to him by his late father, John Stanley, who has recently celebrated his 67th birthday. Retired at 64, John Stanley gave up all claims of the multinational corporation to his only son and heir at the age of 27. The company executives were at first very objective to this idea, claiming Michael to be too young to run such a high budget corporation. But after they got an insight view of Michael's leadership, all hesitations were dropped and the company executives welcomed him with open arms. Today, the company is run with tremendous success.
Sakura fumbled around for the remote control to the large big screen TV occupying the left corner of the studio while waiting for her best friend to come back. Despite Tomoyo's well-organized designs, her studio was an absolute mess. It was only the arrival of a maid every weekend that kept this place from turning into a complete big sty.
"Aha!' Sakura exclaimed with pride as she at last found the remote beneath a pile of clothes. The once black screen immediately burst into color as she pressed the power button to reveal a picture of the news crew.
Sakura stared at the screen for a minute with sheer boredom. She was just about to switch the channel when Tomoyo happily pranced into the living room giving a loud cheer.
"Yeah, he's coming!" exclaimed Tomoyo with a bright smile, happy that the love of her life was joining them for the late lunch. "We haven't seen each other for almost a day!"
Sakura rolled her eyes. "Gee, that's a very long time" she replied sarcastically.
"Indeed it is!" stated Tomoyo, not catching the sarcastic tone. "So lets go- "
" And here is the repeat of the top story today" announced the booming voice of the news reporter, interrupting Tomoyo. "Millionaire Blair Montgomery was killed in his own home last night along with his wife Cindy, daughter Jasmine, and the rest of his staff. The bodies were found this morning at approximately 9:45 AM. There is no information on the killer, but it is believed that this is the doing of a professional. Blair Montgomery, the owner of the well-known Sphinx Corporation, was 42 years old leading a perfect family life. The vise president of Sphinx Corporations, Shane Watson, stated no comments concerning Mr. Montgomery's death or the future welfare of the company. It is highly suspected that the company stock will drop tremendously within the next 3 days unless Mr. Watson assures the shareholders of the company's stability despite the loss of the current president. This is Kyle Johnson reporting for WNB. We hope to see you after the break."
Sakura switched off the TV after the commercials have come on. "I can't believe that someone would do this!" she stated with bewilderment "I mean, millionaire or not, you don't just go into peoples homes and kill their whole family!"
"Yeah" agreed Tomoyo. "Mr. Montgomery was a very nice man. I met him once when he I was at dinner with Michael. A real family man. I don't know why anyone would want him dead." Sorrow was clearly evident in Tomoyo's amethyst eyes. "We should probably expect a full-length funeral this week."
"Just shows that you're never safe." remarked Sakura. "You and Michael should really be careful."
"Yeah, you too" replied Tomoyo worriedly. "Especially with that new case you're handling. It could really earn you some enemies."
"I know." stated Sakura. "I knew this negative aspect when I chose to be a lawyer. But I really like my job. It's like a passion to me."
"Just like designing clothes is for me." murmured Tomoyo with a smile, happy to have forgotten the gloomy moment.
"Well, I kind of figured that." remarked Sakura sarcastically with a teasing smile as she looked around at the studio walls filled with sketches of various stages. "You're a well known fashion designer all over the world. You own your own line of clothes, which I may add, is VERY popular. You make like 50 grand for each design!"
"Hey, you're not worse off! You get like how much for each case you win? 40 grand? 70?"
"Actually, it depends on the case and how much money I save or earn my client" corrected Sakura beaming proudly.
"Oh save the technicalities" replied Tomoyo with fake boredom. "We both know you have cases coming in every day with a lot of cash attached. So it looks like that we each achieved our childhood dream. Now, all we have to do is find you a perfect man."
"Ugh! I already told both you and Michael like forty times! I don't WANT or NEED a man!" yelled Sakura with exasperation.
"Yeah...Sure...You just keep thinking that..." murmured Tomoyo with a sinister grin "I don't think that you have quite figured out yet what kind of man you want. Just be glad that I'm here to help you find Mr. Right."
"I don't want one!" yelled Sakura with a deep blush. Tomoyo, suddenly remembering, glanced at her silver watch and a look of panic swept across her face.
"Sakura, we can continue this conversation another time, although God knows I was really enjoying it. But right now, we're late! Michael is probably already there waiting for us!" exclaimed Tomoyo as she quickly grabbed Sakura's hand and rushed out of the room while fumbling for her apartment keys in her purse.
"Ugh! Screw it! I'll just use the alarm system! Hopefully I still remember the number code!" remarked Tomoyo as she rushed out the door, still dragging Sakura behind her.
After struggling with remembering the code, Tomoyo finally got it after the fourth time.
"OK, let's go!" she yelled as she heard the thirty second warning of the alarm. She scrambled to the elevators, like a love struck fool, too eager to see the boyfriend that she has not seen for a whole day. She tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for the elevators to arrive. A dreamy look was clearly evident in her amethyst eyes.
Sakura wondered what that feeling was like. The feeling of loving someone so fiercely it hurt to be separated from them too long. She sighed in contempt.
Sometimes it really sucked being single.
~*~
There were many instances throughout her career when Sakura felt the nagging feeling of guilt hit her. Instances when the curse of human emotion overruled all logical tactics within her mind. Sakura knew very well that when the heart and the brain went to war, the heart tends to always win.
However, this was not one of those instances. Not by a long shot.
"And it is through this evidence that I bring to a close the defendant's full guilt in the murder, your honor." Concluded a clear strong voice with sheer confidence ringing loud throughout the mass size of the courtroom.
The audience was stunned into silence. Sakura Kinomoto had just won yet another hopeless case. Suddenly, whispers of astonishment began to germinate within the soundless room.
"How did she-"
"Impossible!"
"She's brilliant!"
"Reckon its true?"
A riot of voices began to rise louder and louder, soon filling the entire room. Supporters of both sides shouted their opinions to all that would listen, ignoring the racket others created. There were whispers of astonishment, denial, and encouragement from the mass. And all were started because of one woman. Sakura Kinomoto.
"Order!" cried the gray bearded judge. "There shall be order in my court!"
The shouts lessened, but did not die completely.
"I SAID ORDER!" the judge yelled with furry, and at last, he was obeyed. Silence once again reigned within the room. "Miss Kinomoto, both you and Mr. Bryant have presented your evidence and made your conclusions. Now, does the jury require any further evidence or time to come to a full verdict?"
Quick whispers where exchanged between the twelve people that would decide the fate of John O'Neill. All within the room strained to await their answer in climax. Sakura looked over her shoulder at her client. They had this case in the bag. She was confident.
As the whispered died down, a lone figure from the jury stood up. All within the room held their breath.
"The jury has decided that Dr. John O'Neil is guilty of the murder of Laura Connell."
"Then it is decided. John O'Neill, you are here by sentenced to life in prison without patrol for the murder of Laura Connell!" yelled the judge as he banged his hammer of authority to conclude the final verdict for the case.
Sakura smiled. No matter how many times she experienced this, the sweet feeling of victory shall forever bedazzle her.
"Court adjourned." Dismissed the judge with a final shout. All immediately stood up as the Honorable Judge Mathis of the State Court left the room.
Then the true shouts and inquiries began.
With a deep breath, Sakura gathered her materials with a smile and walked out of the room with her client, Nora Connell. All stared after them. Whether they were glares of hatred or approval, it was hard to tell. As soon as they passed through the double doors of the enormous state courtroom, they were bombarded by a mass of reporters.
"Miss Kinomoto, you have won what others reckoned to be a hopeless case. Do you have any comments for those who doubted your victory?" asked a blonde reporter dressed in a bright red Hugo suit and two-inch high heels.
"Miss Kinomoto! Was Ms. Connell involved with Dr. O'Neil?"
"Is Dr. O'Neil really guilty?
"Is Ms.-"
Sakura raised her hand to silence the desperate reporters. She was obeyed.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I would here by give only one statement. Dr. John O'Neill IS guilty for the murder of Laura Connell. My client, Ms. Connell is only a grieving mother desiring to see the murderer not go unpunished for his crimes. I had never doubted her innocence from the beginning."
With that Sakura Kinomoto and Nora Connell left the majestic building with the confident march of victory while a sea of reporters swarmed behind them, hungry for further news.
*~*
With a deep breath, Sakura entered the mass skyscraper where her elaborate office was located. The Tyler Lawfirm. One of the leading law firms America had to offer.
The double glass doors silently slid open as the front desk receptionist watched her arrival with a smile.
"Miss Kinomoto, congratulations on winning your case." Greeted the African American woman with a smile.
"Thanks Darcy" replied Sakura as she strolled past her to the elevator.
"Hey, heard you won another case, congrats!" shouted a middle aged bald guy. Sakura had no idea of who he was, but she nodded her thanks nonetheless. No need to look stuck up.
As she stepped out of the splendid elevator, shouts of congratulation assaulted her ears as heads poked out of their offices to see the rising star.
"Thanks" repeated Sakura over and over to her fellow lawyers, all top of the firm. Of course, you had to be if you were located on this floor.
At long last, she reached her office at the very end of the hall and shut the door gently behind her upon entry.
"God! Sometimes people are really overcongradulative." murmured Sakura with a sigh as she sat down in front of her highly expensive oak desk. Immediately she started up her flat screen computer.
Abruptly, the matching oak door to her office opened to admit a rather charming face framed with sandy curls.
"Hey hey!" Greeted the young man of 26 as he let himself in. Athletic, good- looking, and successful. Enough to grab any woman's attention, but not Sakura's.
"What do you want Jake?" sighed Sakura in annoyance.
"Hey, can't a fellow congratulate his college on a job well done? I loved it. 'She was innocent from the beginning.' Ha! Good one Sakura, you should really be in show biz!"
"Are you saying my client isn't innocent?" inquired Sakura with a cocked eyebrow.
"Hate to brake it to you Sakura, but half the population knows that woman killed her own daughter to frame the Dr. She was just an overposessive mistress desperate for attention."
"Well, I refuse to hear such insults about my client!" replied Sakura with feigned offense to hide her smirk. In fact, she agreed with everything Jake Martindale just said, but it wouldn't do good to let him know.
"Come on Sak, brighten up. No one here has a hidden camera do use against you."
"Is there any particular reason you're in here for?" inquired Sakura while rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, boss wants to see you tomorrow first thing in the morning."
"Where is he know?" asked Sakura with puzzlement as to why she cannot see him right now and get it over with.
"Probably out with his flavour of the week" replied Jake with shrug. "I think it's a model again."
"Good to know" Sakura replied absently as she typed her password on her email. Suddenly, her cell phone began to ring.
"Sakura Kinomoto speaking." Answered Sakura as she lifted up the lid to her small silver cell.
"Where are you Sakura?" yelled a frantic woman on the other line. "The fashion show is in two hours and I need your help to improve my design NOW!"
"Oh shit.." Muttered Sakura as the sudden realization hit her. "Don't worry Tomoyo, I'm on my way. I'll be there in ten minutes."
"All right. You better hurry, 'cause I'm freaking out right now!"
"Ok. I'm coming!" replied Sakura as she snapped her silver lid shut. With an exhilarating speed she quickly grabbed her white Gucci purse and made to dash out the door.
"I'll see you later Jake! I got to go help Tomoyo with her spring fashion show!" Called Sakura over her shoulder, leaving behind a very confused yet amused Jake.
"Time to go take another cold shower." murmured Jake to himself as he strolled out of Sakura's office in his usual casualness and confidence. "She's going to be on my mind for yet another night."
*~*
With a smirk, Eriol switched off the small portable TV located in the dark corner of the warehouse. Another report about Blair Montgomery and his impending funeral. Getting up from the beat up green couch, he went once again to the black briefcase on the table in front. Gently pulling the top up, the contents were once again revealed to appreciative eyes. Stacks of hundreds filled the small rectangular flat box. Eriol gently traced his fingers on one of the green bills.
A job well done is rewarded greatly. That was one of the top mottos of the Li Foundation. And he was rewarded very greatly. With a lazy grin, Eriol leaned back on the couch to view his treasure.
"Where should I hide you next...?" he murmured to himself. "Perhaps somewhere in Asia.."
With all the black money he makes, it was no wonder that Eriol Hiragiziwama was running out of places to hide them. Instead of spending it like a normal person, Eriol preferred the old fashioned method. Hoarding.
A nice house in a prestigious neighborhood, for that fact, in any neighborhood, was completely out of the question. Permanent settlement was like digging oneself into a trap whole. Besides, neighbors were just too nosy sometimes and it would have been a shame to kill them for knowing too much. Then come the complications of hiding their body, tolerating the questioning police and search parties, then the news coverages..all too inconvenient.
Instead Eriol preferred to keep it low. His only home was at the headquarters of the Li Organizations. Being an assassin of great value had earned him a set of suites in the gigantic underground building. His only home was tied to his work. His life revolved around his work. He was to be silent and nomadic. Striking only when he was told to. Taking only what was his. No more no less. The perfect eliminator.
All his basic necessities were provided by the organization already. If not, he had his tons of hidden cash to choose from. Women were aplenty thrown at his feet for a one-night fuck. Relatives and friends he had none and therefore no strings were attached to him. His only ally was the powerful young crime lord himself. So what more could he want? Life at the moment was looking perfect for Eriol Hiragiziwama.
With a tired sigh, Eriol decided to retire for the night and leave the hard decision till tomorrow. With a yawn and a graceful stretch, he blew out the candle on the table beside his treasure and settled himself comfortably on the worn out couch with a silver gun held tightly in his right hand. He let his hearing adjust to the silent sounds of the night. His eyes to the eternal darkness he has come to know so well. After many years of training to sleep with his keen sense on alert, the ability for any living creature to get past his knowledge was a indeed a rarity.
After all, you can never be too careful in his line of work.
*~*
"Ms. Kinomoto, Mr. Tyler would see you know." Announced a tall brunet wearing a bright red suit with an exceptionally short mini skirt. Her supercilious nature was clearly evident in her cold cerulean eyes. Her sneer of annoyance broadly displayed her lack of skills for the secretarial position to one of the most prominent names in the legal world.
'Must be Tyler's flavour of the week that Jake was talking about' supposed Sakura as she flashed a welcoming smile to the new woman temporarily talking old Mrs. Samson's position while she was away on her second honeymoon. Sakura would have bet her precious red BMW sports car that the woman would not last for more than a week. If Tyler didn't get tired of her by then, she would collapse herself under the pressure of the load. After all, there is no such thing as a free ride in life...not for long at least.
Taking a deep breath, Sakura stepped through the double oak doors while the brunet held them open with a tentative glare of envy. Stepping onto the soft fur carpet, Sakura became rapidly aware of her boss' presence that was always coated in full confidence and authority.
Jason Tyler swirled away from his skyscraper view of downtown Manhattan to greet his soon to be top lawyer. The rising star, as he so often named her. For a moment, as he looked upon the lovely face of Sakura Kinomoto, their eyes met.
Emerald green crashed with sea foam gray. The room became silently still. They held each other's gaze for what seemed hours, until at last, Sakura, faltering in her confidence, looked down with slightly rosy cheeks.
"Well, Sakura, I see you have yet still to work on your intimidation skills." Greeted Jason with a smile of amusement.
"Good morning Mr. Taylor" greeted Sakura in reply, not daring to show any hint of sarcasm.
"I suppose it is a good morning as of so far." Inquired Jason as he slowly stood up from the plush leather chair. His perfectly sculptured face was framed by a thick mass of dark brown curls. His tall and athletic frame rippled with movement.
Jason Tyler, the 28-year-old law firm owner, was at the top of the world. Coming from a prestigious family, much like Michael Stanley, he inherited the business from his late father at the young age of 24. Things have skyrocketed from then on as young Jason, with his legendary courtroom skills, made further and further expansions to the family name. Now, he was young, successful, rich, handsome, and pretty much what most would call perfect. Women threw themselves at his feet while mothers desperately pushed their young virgin daughters towards him in hopes of attaining such a powerful son in law. However, the young Jason Tyler preferred to stay an unmarried playboy, and being on America's most eligible bachelor list did nothing but help his reputation.
"By the way, heard you won yet another case Kinomoto. Well done. You are truly a rising star."
"Thank you sir" Sakura accepted the compliment with courtesy.
"But don't get cocky Kinomoto. You may think that you have tasted the victory of frying large fish, but you have been handling fishes nowhere near great."
"I'm sorry sir?" asked Sakura in confusion. Jason Tyler may be brilliant in court and in bed, while Sakura had no wish to experience the later, he was at times more than confusing to follow.
"I think it is about time my soon to be top lawyer tasted real big fish. I have a new case for you Kinomoto." Informed Jason. "A case involving the life of John Letterman."
Sakura was in shock. And she was rarely in shock. "T-the John Letterman? Of Siren Finance?"
"I believe so." Replied Tyler with a smirk of satisfaction. "Keep your chin up Kinomoto, you don't want your opponents catching you at such a disadvantage."
"So what's the case?" asked Sakura with all the remaining strength her strong voice could muster. She was caught unaware once, no need to prolong the affect.
"He currently stands accused for the usage of illegal immigrants as a labour force, bribery of a federal leader, and earning illegal income, just to name a few. The man is in deep shit right now and he's got the best lawyer on his life protection."
"So I'm the executioner for the government then? My job is to gather enough evidence to convince everyone he is really the asshole he's been accused of being. How long is he put in jail for all this if I win?" inquired Sakura with a frown. The man had a lot of high friends, and she didn't want him out any time soon to use his connections against her. On the other hand, no one liked a loser....especially a loser who was caught.
"Well, for these charges alone, he would be facing life in prison. Add all the other shit he's done, the guy could kiss his remaining free days good bye. So don't worry Kinomoto, he won't be out to hunt you and the guy has no legitimate heir that would love him enough to do so for him." Stated Jason with a smirk of confidence that almost made him look omniscient.
"So what's the catch then?" asked Sakura with suspiciously lowered eyelids. There HAD to be one for a golden opportunity like this.
"No catch other than you got to beat Letterman's best lawyer. I think you would be familiar with this name. Drake Mason." Jason stated with a smile.
Sakura did not give him the satisfaction of seeing her being caught off guard twice in a day. "Oh yes, I am aware. One of the biggest solo names in the legal world."
"Good. You keep your ears open. Very good." Complimented Jason with a hint of mockery.
"So why are you giving me this case? Wouldn't you want to take Mason down a peg after the last public battle you two had?" inquired Sakura with a frown to carefully hide her puzzlement.
"Because I want my rising star to experience the honor." Answered Jake simply. "You may be climbing up the ladder rapidly, but you are still young and untried. You need some experience under your belt before you can become my right hand, Kinomoto."
Suddenly, Sakura smiled with amusement as the realization of his motive dawned on her.
"Imagine the great Drake Mason taken down by a mere protégé of Jason Tyler. I must admit Mr. Tyler, you have quite a plan going. If I win, I make you look like a god since I was trained by you and work under your command. If I lose, no harm done to you since Drake Mason may have been just too experienced for a young new lawyer to handle, but nonetheless you get credit points with the law firm for showing faith in your employees. You have indeed set yourself a win/win situation Mr. Tyler."
As his young apprentice slowly revealed his plan piece by piece, his smile of amusement gradually changed into a smile of pride.
"Very good Kinomoto. I see why you have aspired so much higher than some of your fellow colleagues. It is not many that could figure out my master plan with one single guess." Congratulated Jason. "You are definitely one of a kind Kinomoto. Should I take this as a yes then?"
"Of course" grinned Sakura. "After all, I never turn down a challenge."
"Good, then you are dismissed. The files and all the necessary materials shall be brought down to you by the end of the day. You are relieved of all your other cases as this one is in progress. From now on, all your living energy should be devoted to winning this case. Now, any questions?" concluded Jason with the wave of a hand that demanded so much obedience from all who knew him.
"Yeah, just one." declared Sakura. "Why did they catch Letterman only now? The crimes he has been accused of must have taken years to perfect. Why now?"
"Because he's got a leak somewhere within his inner circle." Answered Jason with simplicity. "Its your job to find that leak and put them on the stand."
"I understand" nodded Sakura as she began heading out the door. "And don't worry Mr. Taylor, I will not disappoint." With her last statement, the beautiful brunet graceful made her exit, leaving behind a very admiring playboy.
"So I take it she's the one you're so crazy about?" asked a hidden figure as he slowly ventured into the room after the departure of the light beauty.
"Is it really that obvious?" inquired Jason with cocked eyebrow.
"You better believe so Jase." Answered the newcomer. Andrew Conner, heir and editor of the precious fashion Magazine "Rolla". One of the most internationally known names in the fashion world. Blond and beautiful, he had all the right qualities for be a male model, but he preferred to keep his body in dignity.
"Dam, I think I'm going to turn into one of those love struck fools I have always despised.." Groaned the once confident young god known as Jason Tyler.
"Hey, I wouldn't blame you Jase. I mean she was HOT! She looks even better in real life than on TV. If you weren't setting your mark over her, I would be putting the charms on her right now. Probably be giving me hand jobs by now..." Teased Andrew with a grin. "I admit she's not your average slut, but all women are fucakble, even lesbos."
"Don't go there with her" warned Jason with a dead serious glare. "Kinomoto is mine."
"Why, you're head over heels for her and you're still not at a first name basis?" Andrew feigned disappointment. "I thought that you, Jason Tyler, playboy extraordinaire, could certainly do better than that. What about all those other women you fucked and discarded?"
"They were trash not worth dirtying my hands with" replied Jason with a nonchalant shrug.
"And this Sakura Kinomoto is something special?" inquired Andrew with amusement.
"She has a lot more brains than all the hoes I fucked combined. She certainly isn't lacking in the looks department, but what really sets her apart is her ambition. She is going to rival me in power very soon if things go the way they do right now."
"If you're scared of competition Jase, then you just perhaps made on of the biggest mistakes of your life. You just basically handed her a golden opportunity that could either make or break her career. Are you hopping she would fail then?"
"No, I know she is capable of winning, with my assistance of course." Replied Jason with his usual cocky grin.
"I assume you have another motive for this whole game?"
"Yes indeed. When she pours countless hours of dedication into this case and I come up with the solution within the last minute, she will finally see that she cannot surpass me. You know the old saying Drew, if you can't beat them join them. She will see that I am her only salvation to the future she so strongly desires, and then...well, I have her then."
"Very good." Complimented Andrew. "But have you ever thought of what would happen if she comes up with a solution herself? After all, you did say she was very clever."
Jason shook his head with a smile. His sea foam gray eyes stared into space as he explained the last piece of his master plan to his longest and most loyal friend.
"There is only one thing that could win this whole case, and that answer is with me. Not even Mason knows this. I alone possess the power to either make or break Sakura's Kinomoto's reputation. "
Realization suddenly dawned on the young blond.
"Are you saying that you know who the leak is?" asked Andrew with startlement.
"I hired the leak." Jason replied in his simplest tone.
"Man, you MUST be absolutely crazy for this girl if you're willing to take such a high risk for her. Keep in mind, both Letterman and Mason have friends in VERY high places."
"You know my saying Drew" whispered Jason is his truly dangerous tone, enough to scare any dangerous animal into retreat with the ferocity of its coldness. "What I like, I take. No matter what."