A/N: Let's get things moving shall we? Pactroclus is now called Patrick.

Hector was in his office with Paris discussing the problems they were having with the company.

"Paris, you can't just run off whenever you feel like" Hector started

"I'm not running off"

"Well you're not running in any direction. Father is sick. He cannot run this company anymore. And I can't do it alone"

"No, I don't want to be part of this corporate world!"

"Well I didn't either! But father worked too long and hard to make this company and keep it. And I'll be damned if I let anyone try to take it over!"

"Not the Agamemnon brothers again"

"Yes, they are determined to get father's company"

"What is wrong with them?"

"They are fueled by power and greed. They won't stop until they have everything. Which is why I need you at the board meeting, to show that we are serious"

"Why doesn't Briseis have to go?"

"She's busy doing something with her life"

"The girl goes to Africa and now she's a saint"

"She's also never asked father or me for anything. She's worked hard and she's 3rd in line anyways, there's no need for her to come"

"Maybe I should have gone to Africa"

Achilles sat in his car when his cell phone rang. He answered it while looking at himself in the mirror.

"Speak" Achilles commanded

"Achilles, can you come get me?"

"Patrick where are you now?"

"Jail"

"WHAT! What did you do now?"

"I didn't do anything, I was just there and they arrested me"

"For standing there! Which precinct are you at?"

"112"

"I'll be there in 20 minutes"

Achilles put his phone down and started the car. His cousin was always getting in trouble. He rubbed his eyes and drove off.

Briseis was dragging her laundry back to her apartment. The door man saw her and took her heavy bag. Briseis then left her building and headed in the opposite direction.

Achilles stopped his car in front of the police station, totally disregarding the fact that he was blocking traffic. He went inside and walked to the man in the window.

"My cousin was brought in here" Achilles started, "young, reckless teenager, for what he says is standing around"

"The graffiti kid. Yeah they caught him tagging the walls"

"Can I see him?"

"You his guardian?"

"Until he turns 18"

"Yeah, just wait here I'll get the detective"

Briseis sat down in the hair stylist's chair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her long brown locks spilled over as the stylist began moving her hair around.

"My your hair has a life of it's own!"

"I know, I think it needs a change"

"What did you have in mind?"

"I want to donate it to Locks for Love"

"You want me to cut off all this hair!"

"Yes"

Achilles drove back to his apartment with his cousin Patrick. Patrick sat in the car without saying a word.

"Is there a reason why you're drawing on the walls? Are you 5?" Achilles asked

"No. I just didn't know. I wanted to do something different" Patrick answered

"Read a book! Go to school! Join a sports team! Chess team! Get a girlfriend! Volunteer! Join the Peace Corps! Stop getting arrested! I know every precinct in this city already!"

"I'm sorry cousin. I know I have let you down"

"You keep this up and they'll take you away. Or I'll send you away to reform school"

"I am sorry cousin. You are all the family I have left in the world"

"Go home, stay home, do your homework, no video games, I have to go do something"

Patrick got out of the car and walked into the apartment as Achilles sped off. His cousin would be the end of him.

Briseis was walking home with her new haircut. Her hair was much shorter now, it was just below her shoulders, and the hairstylist straightened her hair as well. She felt like a new woman. She walked into her apartment building.

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