Summary: She was making a deal with the devil as she watched her empire fall apart
Disclaimer: I wanted to apologize in advance for the grammatical errors that you're about to read. My beta ditched me so I'm currently looking for one right now. Corrections will be fixed later. I'm also not sure if in previous chapters I said either Ichigo or Orihime were 22 years old but they're both actually 21. Sorry for the confusion. Usual disclaimer still applies.
con·clave: a private meeting
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Chapter 9
January 6 , 2015
10:35 pm
Kuchiki Estate
Ichigo Kurosaki
The night seemed to drag out into what seemed to become an uneventful gala. Guest seemed like they were enjoy the festivities of the night, but Ichigo felt different. He had everything that he needed but not necessarily what he wanted. Wants and needs are two different things and sometimes it was hard or Ichigo to distinguish the two. With money at his beckoning call, the young matriarch could get everything to his heart's desire.
Or could he ?
What was it that Ichigo truly desired? He himself was still trying to figure that out. Music was blasting through speakers, bottle service was at its peak, people were faded, money was flowing in; but still.
Ichigo Kurosaki was very unamused.
Quite frankly, Ichigo really had no reason to be. He was surrounded with beautiful women, a glass of Bacardi and he was relaxing. The young Kurosaki truly wanted to enjoy the night, but his mind always seemed to drift elsewhere. Ichigo shut his eyes while rubbing his temples.
Baby deep blue eyes flashed across his face.
"Get the fuck away from me."
The orange head quickly shot open his eyes while emitting a breathless sigh. Ichigo ran his hands through his messy orange locks. And that was where his mind continued to drift to. The encounter with that girl. No matter what, his mind always wandered back to that girl. The encounter kept on replaying again and again and again.
Why did this continue to invade his mind?
Despite not wanting to admit it Ichigo knew that he was a ladies a man. Girls flocked over him like birds to a feather and he couldn't complain. Ichigo loved the attention that it brought him. But this girl was different. Never had anyone shun him away like she had did. it was a new thing to him, forigen almost and it puzzled.
It fascinated Ichigo.
Those blue eyes haunted him, left him wondering about this girl. ichigo wanted to know
He had to know.
He needed to know.
Who was she?
It took his attention off of the party took hold of his consciousness and grabbed him out of reality, making everything nothing but nonexistent. The party faded into a blurred background noise and the only person who could steal back his attention was the beholder of those mysterious blue eyes.
Who was she?
Who wa-
"Ichigo. Earth to Ichigo."
"Huh?"
Ichigo glanced up to see a slightly intoxicated Rukia Kuchiki hovering over him.
"I've been calling yahh name for five minutes straight. what the fuck is the problem.", asked Rukia, a look of concern forming on her face.
Ichigo straightened up his position. He leaned forward and took a sip of his drink that was on the table.
"Bored", he responded back gruffly.
Raising up from his seat, Ichigo walked over to the window. Ichigo stood and looked in the overview of the whole club.
"Bored? You fucking prune you have gorgeous babes next to you!", pointed Rukia at the girls who were laying on the couch. The girls looked at Ichigo, as they patiently waited to receive his undivided attention. He flashed them a weak smile before turning back to face the canopy bay window.
"Tha-that's not what I mean." retorted Ichigo.
"Then what is it!", snapped back Rukia
Rukia walked over to Ichigo and stared hard at the man.
"I don-"
A shrieking scream erupted from down stairs following a loud eruption of people cheering and confetti was all over the place. Rukia and Ichigo turned towards the glass window.
"Ichigo I canread you like an open book. theres no point of lying to me. what's wrong?"
"What the fuck is going on."
Suddenly the door to the VIP section was thrown open. A team of security guards ran up the hurried inside the room and rushed to Ichigo's side. The lights flickered back on while everyone halted their movements.
"Kurosaki-sama someone just one a million dollars from the Roulette table
"WHAT", screamed Ichigo and Rukia unionsonally
"Abarai-san is down there on the ground floor reporting this information to us.",stated a one of the security guards.
Pressing the ear microphone/receiver to his ear, the man nodded silently before continuing.
"Reports are coming in that the winner is a female.", concluded the man
Rukia groaned.
"I'll go and check it out. You stayy uup he-her-here." mumbled the girl
She quickly stopped when she felt a firm grip on her arm. Turning her head, Rukia looked down to see a hand gripping her arm.
"You're drunk Rukia. You stay here and I'll go see what's going on." ordered Ichigo
"Bu."
"It was a suggestion, it was a command."
Ichigo walked out of the room with security following him.
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The fact that there actually was a winner was a rare occasion. To rare and Ichigo himself wanted to see who the lucky person was. Winners were usually interviewed and scanned by Chizuri Honsho. Chizuri got the job of hosting Kurosaki because she was good at her job. She impressed both Yourichi and Rukia and got the job easily.. She grabbed the audience's attention and got the party rolling, likeable, funny and talented. But despite this she was a pain in an ass. Ichigo tried to avoid the girl at all cost and really didn't want to see her now. However Ichigo was interested in seeing who the winner was.
Ichigo spoke into his black bluetooth in order to figure out the exact location in which he should be going.
"Renji where exactly should we be heading."
A few seconds later a gruff voice responded back
"Stage on the second floor, towards the back near the casino."
"Roger that."
Ichigo and security turned into the direction of the casino and continued walking. Seeing the huge crowd of people cheering and the large amount of confetti getting on the floor, Ichigo knew that they were heading in the right direction. Security walked on both sides of Ichigo as he started to enter into a well populated area. People stared and waved to Ichigo as they wanted to speak to him and grab his attention. Ignoring the screaming and cheers, Ichigo walked up a flight of stairs with a whole bunch security surrounding him every where. Pushing past people , Ichigo and security maneuvered their way through the casino before finally stopping at the stage.
"I want to stay in the back unseen.", demanded Ichigo
Security nodded before leading him up to the back exclusive section of the arena. Sitting down Ichigo glanced down below to the people sitting in the audience before finally seeing Chizuri on stage babbling as usual. Chizuri said something and the crowd erupted in loud cheering and laughter in approval as all eyes focused back to the person who was on stage with her. Ichigo leaned forward on the railing while watching attentively. His gazed langered over to the person sitting next to Chizuri.
Ichigo froze.
It was her.
What
The
Fuck.
This was all becoming too much. To bloody much for Ichigo to handle. He couldn't grasp what exactly was it, but something about her grabbed Ichigo's undivided attention. ichigo watched attentively as Chizuri interviewed the girl.
"What's your name gorgeous?", pipped Chizuri.
"Mo-Motoko."
So Motoko was her name.
"Motoko, what a sexy name. Well I'm Chizuri Honsho and I'm here to reward your grand prize of 1 million dollars." beamed the woman.
Motoko gave her a weak smile.
"Are you excited Motoko? You don't seem excited. C'mon let's see ya smile." sputtered out Chizuri.
"I'm excited, I'm just nervous."
Nervous? The girl who literally told him to fuck off was nervous. This had to be a joke. He had to speak to her.
Chizuri pouted before continuing.
"Well get excited, you just won ONE MILLION DOLLARS."
Motoko flashed a weak smile. Ichigo rose from his seat and began walking towards the stage. Stopping at the stairs that led towards the stage, Ichigo continued to watch the interview.
"Now Motoko, tell the audience about ya", said Chizuri.
Chizuri stuck the microphone in Orihime's face and waited for the girl to speak.
"Well what is that you would like to know?" asked Orihime
"How old are you?"
"21"
"Interesting"
Chizuri smiled and turned to face the crowd.
"I'm sure everyone in the crowd is wondering. Is a beautiful girl like you single?
The crowd started cheering and Chizuri pointed the microphone back into her face. Ichigo saw her shift uncomfortably. This was where Chizuri took things to damn far. She knew her boundaries and per norm she over stepped them. His legs started walking and before he knew it he was on stage. His legs stopped listening to him and did what they wanted. One moment he was off stage another he was briskly walking onto the stage.
In front of everyone.
why
why
why
why
why
how was she doing this?
"Um-I'
"Chizuri that's enough."
Orihime's head turned to the sound of the voice, her eyes widening as they met the owner of the deep vibrato.
"Ughh why did you have to come during the best part.", whined Chizuri before storming off of the stage.
Ichigo ignored fuming Chizuri as he focused his attention on the girl sitting in front of him. The young Kurosaki stuffed his hands into his pocket as a smudged grin formed across his face.
This was too damn good.
"Since you seem to be stealing the money out of the club do you mind if I take the winner out for a drink?"
Brown hair swayed as her head tilted upwards to face Ichigo.
Deep blue collided with honey brown, a supernova creation/shooting star/catastrophe ..
And at that moment Ichigo knew one thing for sure.
He was fucked.
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January 6 , 2015
10:45 pm
Kuchiki Estate Stage C
Orihime Inoue
Orihime was absolutely sure that someone was setting her up. There was no possible way that Ichigo Kurosaki was standing in front of her and asking her for a drink. It was to easy, way, way to easy. She didn't like it and in all honesty she really didn't like him. And of course they were back to the fundamental basics; staring at each other. No matter how hard she tried, Orihime couldn't break the stare which pissed her off even more. So here they were back at square one; Orihime frozen like a deer in headlights and Ichigo Kurosaki grinning like a helpless bastard.
God she hated him
She hated this.
Orihime glared her eyes at the Kurosaki before gathering enough courage to speak.
"Ex-excuse me?", mumbled Orihime
Ichigo chuckled.
"I'd like if it the winner took me out for some drinks."
Ichigo turned and faced the crowd.
"Wouldn't we all like that!", screamed Ichigo into the crowd
The crowd cheered in agreement as they watched curiously at the scene in front of them.
Orihime stiffened before looking back at the crowd. Hungry, greedy eyes stared back at her in amusement, enjoying the site that was unfolding before their eyes. She focused her attention back into Ichigo's looking at him with confusion.
What did he want from her?
SHe glanced back at the clock
10:50
Less than ten minutes to get the job done.
This was her opportunity.
Orihime turned back to face Ichigo with a smile plastered on his face.
"I can't deny the request of the man of the night himself."
Orihime stood up and faced the crowd
"Drinks on me for everyone tonight.", yelled the Inoue matriarch to the audience.
The audience let out a sudden roar of cheers.
Ichigo looked over to Orihime with a raised eyebrow.
What was she doing?
The girl ignored Ichigo's questioning face and started walking off the stage before stopping in front of him. Leaning in towards his ear, Orihime whispered her warm voice tickled his ear drum.
"After you Kurosaki-san."
Ichigo stood there and watched the swaying of her hips to the curves of figure in the dress.
"Have some fun for once Ichigo. This is your party and you deserve to have fun for once"
And with that Ichigo bowed to the crowd before hurrying after the girl.
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Accompanied by security, Ichigo led Orihime over to the other end of the dance floor and pass the huge crowd in the vicinity. The club was filled with go-go dancers, dancing in skimpy clothes up by the DJ booth and in cages. Grinding their hips to the beat of the music, Orihime watched in awe at the ease of their music pumped through Orihime's chest, the base causing the dance floor to shake. Moving across the dance floor was nearly impossible. The mass amount of people and the dim lighted space made it easy for Ichigo to go without being recognized.
They continued to walk past the dance club until Ichigo came to a sudden stops at the bottom of a spiral diamond staircase. Orihime's eyes quickly scan over the sign that read VIP ONLY, in silver gem studded print.
"Follow me." ordered Ichigo while walking up the stairs.
Orihime followed Ichigo's league up the stairs to a huge loft. People were smoking, drinking, making out and gambling.
"Ichigo who's this hot babe.", asked tall blonde haired man
"Doesn't concern you.", he responded back
Ichigo led Orihime to the back of the loft and up another flight of stairs.
There sat a private bar with a bartender. Ichigo turned around to face security,
"You can go. Don't let anyone in." while pointing the door.
They nodded before exiting the room. Ichigo jestered Orihime to take a seat at the bar.
"Please sit."
Orihime walked over to the bar and sat down.
This had to be a joke. If Orihime had a gun on her she could really shoot Kurosaki in the fucking face. Who the fuck did he think she was.
A damsel in distress?
"Hachi-san, may I have Ciroc on the rocks and for the lovely lady-"
Orihime rolled her eyes
"I'll have the strongest cognac."
"Didn't know that a girl like you would such strong alcohol."
"You know nothing about me to begin with.", shot back Orihime
"May I ask why are you so hostile to me."
"Because you're an ass."
"Maybe you don't know who I am?"
"I know who you are."
"And that's how you speak to me?"
The auburn chuckled to herself before leaning in, coming eye to eye to Ichigo.
"Kurosaki, I don't know what bullshit people feed you to make you feel that you're a high standard person, but remember this."
"You aint shit."
Ichigo raised an eyebrow to this statement.
"Really?"
Orihime cleared her throat before smirking.
"Without a doubt."
Ichigo paused to take a sip of his alcohol before resuming
"I take it that your name is Motoko."
Orihime nodded
"Motoko Aizen."
"Aizen." He paused, you're related to Sosuke Aizen
Orihime sighed deeply playing with her cup.
"Unfortunately I'm related to that bastard."
Ichigo took a sip of his beer before continuing.
"I find it hard to believe that Aizen would send his precious niece to an event such as this", breathed Ichigo as he took a sip of his gin.
Orihime looked up at Ichigo questionably
"And what exactly are you trying to imply Kurosaki-san? That I can't enjoy a night out ?"
"You know this isn't just a night out."
Orihime rolled her eyes
"You know Kurosaki-san, you really remind me of my father. Orihime paused before continuing.
"Always thought that I was a fragile piece of fucking china."
Ichigo glanced up from his cup
"I di-"
Orihime didn't give a fuck about the real, she wasn't gunna stand for this brutes rudeness.
Ichigo was interrupted when Orihime turned to the bar.
"Bar owner-san.", she whined.
"Could could you pass me a Cuban cigar please."
The man nodded and immediately coming back with her drink.
Orihime turned back to face Ichigo who stared back at her with astonishment.
"I'm 21 years old, not a fucking baby. I know how to handle my own shit."
Orihime looked up at the clock as it chimed 11:02. She could care less about the Aizen and his damn plan. Fuck it all to hell. The matriarch was done listening to the bullshit that came out of the Kurosaki's mouth and quite frankly wanted to go home and smoke a blunt. Rising up from the table Orihime smoothed out her dress before continuing.
"It looks like our time here has come to an end here Kurosaki-san", spoke Orihime before bowing to the man.
She eased up out of her seat while taking her drink and blunt with her. "It seems that my time here has come to an end. It was a pleasure meeting you Kurosaki-san."
Orihime rose from her seat and started to walk down the stairs.
"Hey wait what the fuck come back here", screamed Ichigo
Orihime ignored the man's protesting screams before then everything faded to black.
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11:03
Everything went black.
One second the place was calm and collective, and another everyone started to scream and run. It was pure madness. The whole casino fell under a state of hysteria; as the crowd ran for safety. People were screaming, shoving , pushing, crying; it truly did feel like the place was under attack. It was under a place of attack . Even though Orihime knew that this was going to happen, a feeling of fear still took over her. She didn't know what time it is what, how long she had left or where Tatsuki, Uryuu and Grimmjow wasnt Orihime's ideal situation but there really wasn't anything for her to do about it. Not only did she have to think quick, she also had to keep calm and collective. She couldn't let her nerves overtake her or else she would end up like one of the helpless civilians, scared for their life. Orihime's heart pounded to the beat of her feet racing over the ground. Adrenaline was pumping through her brain and only one thing was going through her mind
Run.
She had to get out of here now. SHe had no clue where Grimmjow, she didn't know what time it was. However, first she should find out where she was. Maybe Grimmjow would be near the main exit. But how could she possibly find that in a place that was desolate din darkness? Panic and anxiety began to take over the young adult as she continued running. Orihime bounced into random people which caused the girl to stumble. Orihime tripped but manage to catch her balance.
Run Run Run.
As she continued running an announcement was said over the over head.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please relax. Right now we are having some technical difficulties but the party will go on."
The announcement failed to ease the nerves of the people as no one seemed to pay attention to the speaker.
Orihime was sure that she had only about 2 mins left and she still couldnt find Grimmjow. Beads of sweat droplets were beginning to fall down her face as a feeling of fatigue began to overcome her body running in high heels was killing her feet, and all she wanted to was sit down and go to bed.
Where should she go?
Orihime decided that her best bet was to follow the crowd, they should know their way out of here. Orihime ran down some steps before turning left. She had to get it out. At this point of the game she couldn't find Grimmjow. Her main goal was getting out alive. she didnt know what Aizen had in planned, who would start shooting.
run run run
Turn a corner and go straight. While following the crowd Orihime was abruptly grabbed.
"There you are."
Orihime turned to the sound of the voice.
Grimmjow.
"How did you-"
"Don't worry about it, lets go."
Pulling the girl, Grimmjow and Orihime followed Grimmjow as he sprinted pass a group of people. They ran pass the main entrance
"Where are w-"
"Shut the fuck up." he barked before sprinting down a flight of stairs.
Orihime rolled her eyes before continuing after the man. Stopping at a tall iron door, Grimmjow kicked it down before breaking out into a full on sprint.
"Seriously." wheezed the girl
Her feet were hurting and she couldn't continue to run in them without breaking her legs. Orihime took off her heels and followed right behind him.
"Where the hell are we?", she yelled
"Same hallway as to where we entered. We only have three mins left. We have to sprint."
11:05
Orihime's lungs bled for air, she'd never ran so fast in her life. Stopping to catch her breathe Orihime, slouched down against the ground. Her voice echoed down the long convoluted hallway, spreading all the way down the hallway.
"Grimmjow I- ca-can't make it",'she wheezed.
Grimmjow looked back at her with disgust.
"Get your ass up and lets go."
Orihime got back up and continued running after the man.. Out in the distance, the dimly lit hallway showed Orihime the other end of the iron door. The next Exit. Orihime could see the other door at the end of the hallway. Throwing the door open, Grimmjow showed Orihime the cool midnight sky. The frosty air coursed through Orihime's lungs and filled her dried sore throat. Catching her breath, Orihime let her hands rest upon her knees as she struggled to take in as much oxygen as possible. After wiping away the beads of sweat on her forehead Orihime took in her surroundings.
Outside the Kuchiki Estate.
"You need to take off the wig and contacts right now. Give them to me.", demanded the blue haired man
Orihime kneeled down and ripped the wig off of her head and took the contacts out of her eyes. Handing them to Grimmjow he stuffed the condiments back into the bag where they originally came from.
"I'm going to single Stark to make the car come. Stay put." , barked Grimmjow while walking away
Ten seconds later Grimmjow came back with the car.
C'mon the cars right there yelled grimmjow as he sprinted across the lawn
"Get in now."
Following Grimmjow's order, Orihime ran towards the Black SUV that was waiting for her. Opening the car door Orihime hopped into her seat before closing her eyes.
Great she made it.
What the heck happened. Orihime needed it time to process the events that had just occurred. In less than an hour, she'd won a million dollars, spoke o kurosaki ichigo, concluded her speculation that he was a stuck up jack ass and was running for dear life. it was all knew to her and she didn't know what it was. This. what had just happened was nothing that she could ever explain to Uryu or tatsuki, they wouldn't get. They couldn't get it. Maybe it was to far fetched for their minds to think. but it was something as radical, insane and stupidly risky as this , stuff that Orihime did that was needed for the sake of her company. they wouldn't understand now, or maybe they would never understand but that was okay. In Orihime's mind everything made sense, it was crystal clear. Everything had happened so fast, so hectic and to be honest Orihime wasn't expecting that. Tonight had been a night happened so fast and the women didn't have anytime to gather her thoughts. The events that had just occurred were beyond Orihime's saw Uryu and Tatsuki sitting.
Grimmjow walked over to the drivers window, giving instructions to Giriko on how to get out.
11:06
"Drive down 100ft before turning left onto a dirt road. After turning onto the dirt road, drive 300 ft before making an L turn. Drive down the hill before turning right and then left. There should be a golden gate. From there someone will open the gate for you."
Giriko nodded before winding up his window. Hitting the gas Girko sped down the road.
"Giriko what the fuck!"
"My apologizes Inoue-san, I'm just following what that guard told me."
"What exactly is happening", asked Uryu
"I'm presuming that someone hacked their system and that their under a cyber attack.", responded Girko while turning. Orihime had to play along.
"Thats so weird", chimed in Orihime
Speaking of weird, where were you Orihime? We were looking all over for you!"
Shit she forgot about Tatsuki and Uryu.
"I was wandering around looking for you guys as well." said Orihime
To close. To risky. the conversation had was drifting to on topic to Orihime. she wasn't okay with that. she knew her friends were no idiots. once they saw an opening they would go in and pry until they got what there suspicions questioned. She had to take the conversation off of her. Somehow she had to divert its focus on something else. She glanced up at Uryu and saw his eyes. The prying and searching into hers. She couldn't show any weakness. not a crack or else she would be caught red handed.
"The place was so FUCKING huge.", noted Orihime.
"Yeah it was. Uryu and I had shots and can you believe it. I actually got the prick to smoke a joint."
Orihime glanced over at Uryuu with an eyebrow raise/questionably.
"To be factual, I only took one hit Tatsuki.", said the man while fixing his glasses.
Orihime looked at the clock.
11:07
The car came to a sudden stop at a golden gate. Giriko lowered his window and began speaking to a man whose voice was muffled. The man wore a mask similarly to Grimmjow's voice was wearing a mask that withheld his identity. The man quickly opened the gate which allowed Girko to drive off of the property and enter into the highway. The gate finally Someone opened the door for them and Girko speed down the road.
Orihime sighed in relief when she looked back at the clock.
11:08.
January 7, 2015
Kurosaki Manner
1:58 pm
Ichigo Kurosaki
"I want names, address, birth dates, personal record of every single person that was here tonight. I want all security footage from tight re-watched five times over. I need security data, bank information, account information. I want every single person here scanned and I need to know if everyone was in their all emails that have been received and sent from last week. I need IT team to track and figure out who hacked into our system.", barked IChigo.
"What has just happened tonight is not only an embarrassment to the Kurosaki name or to my pride but is damaging my reputation in the mob world. I want whoever who did this to pay the fucking ones going home until we find out who the hell did this", spat the fuming man.
"Is that clear."
"Hai Kurosaki-san." replied back his shadows
"Now get to fucking work."
Ichigo rose up from his leather chair and stormed out of his conference room. The Kurosaki empire had just been under a security breach which unleashed havoc onto the party. The event was shut down after the lights came on and as a precautionary measure guest were ordered to keep inside the casino. Ichigo wasn't playing any games. Guest or not, no one was leaving until the person who did this was held accountable. This wasn't just a coincidence, no it was more than that and Ichigo knew it. Someone tried to damage his name as a mobster in the underground world. And Ichigo knew that this couldn't go overlooked. Someone wanted war with the Kurosaki Enterprise and made an opening statement to Ichigo tonight.
Ichigo and entourage had left the Kuchiki estate and were now headed back to Ichigo's office in the Kurosaki Towers in downtown Tokyo. Renji and the rest of the security unit stayed behind to guard guest who were inside while Ichigo and the rest of his team were working on figuring out who the heck did this. Ichigo walked briskly through the hallway and turned into his office. Slamming the door shut he collapsed into his chair while glancing up to the clock.
2:00 am
Ichigo an exasperated sigh groaned before flopping his back down on his desk. the silence of his office Ichigo could finally concentrate and gather his thoughts together. To be honest, Ichigo didn't know what to think or what to do. never had he been in a situation like this before. He had a pounding headache and his head was spinning. Everything had happened so quickly, so suddenly and it was just all to surreal. One moment he was getting cursed out by Motoko another the lights went out and a third she was gone and everything was in a scene from hell. Ichigo just wanted to go to bed, to sleep and wake up from this nightmare.
Suddenly there was a knock on his door
"Come in."creaked Ichigo knock on his door
The sound of heels croaking against the tile laid floor clanked and clinked against the floor before stopping at Ichigos desk.
"Ichigo we've got some more news."
"Good or bad?"
"Both."
Ichigo rose his head to see Yourichi gripping a manila file closely to her chest. SHe looked at Ichigo with tiered purple eyes before gently placing the folder down on the young man's desk.
The young man opened the folder while reading the papers it contained.
"What is this?", asked Ichigo
Yourichi gulped before cautiously answering the man's question
"Inner intelligence found a virus, in an email that hacked our system."
"Why wasn't this dealt with earlier?"
"The way the virus was coded made it look non threatening. However was the email itself was opened, we unintentionally released the virus into our system. It breached and has had control on our information, money transactions and security systems for about a week now. The virus enabled the to do all of this while keeping under the radar.
"WHATT"
Yoruichi closed her eyes while rubbing her temples
"Unfortunately it doesn't get better."
She paused before continuing.
"They've manage to take half a million out of your account."
"You've got to be kidding me."
Yourichi continued
"The email was traced to America but an exact location hasn't been found yet."
Ichigos eyes brows furrowed as he closed his eyes in distaste.
"Th-that's impossible. Who the hell in AMerica would want to hack our database like this."
We don't have any details yet but were trying our best to hack their systems and get the money back into our accounts. Shinji's on the phone with Yurimisha and his associates looking for anything that could help us. "
Ichigo slammed his fist onto his desk startling the purple haired woman. His head dropped down and Yourichi looked at Ichigo with concern.
"Ichigo we'll figure this out just give it some time. We all work-"
"Save the sappy shit Yourichi
"Excuse me?"
Ichigo looked up at her with hard callous eyes
"Matter a fact get the fuck out. Tell everyone to leave me alone for the rest night," he ordered while pointing to the door
"Who the hell are you-"
"Thats an order Yourichi. Get out now.", barked Ichigo
Yourichi glared her eyes before storming out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.
All that was left was the sound of Ichigo's heavy breathing.
peace and quiet.
Ichigo searched through his draw before pulling out a small white ziplock package. Chopped up inside of it was a snow white substance. Opening the bag, Ichigo spilled the condiments on his desk, quickly sniffing it up his nostrils. Sometimes you gotta numb the pain to make it go away. Pain was temporary sorrow was forever.
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Authors Note:
Long time no see to all my reviewers. This chapter was done from early September but my BETA has been MIA; hence the reason why it got pushed back to now. I'm currently looking for a BETA who would love to edit my story, so if you're intered PLEASE PM me. I want to thank everyone who has been reviewing this story and who have been waiting patiently for me to update. I've started writing the next chapter but I have no clue when that's going to be out. Just remember that no matter what, I'll never abandon this story. Also thanks to you amazing reviewers who never fail to leave a review, I love you guys! Last but not least, what would you the readers like to see with this story? I'm curious to see where you guys would like me to head with this, so any ideas would be much appreciated.
Comments:
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