A/N: Here is chapter one of Sinful Games. Thanks for the positive reviews! R&R please!
Manta Oyamada, age twenty-four, typed furiously away at his home computer.
Diplomas and awards decorated his home office walls. The digital clock next to his computer indicated it was 12 a.m. It was officially January 8th.
Manta sighed, obviously exhausted.
"What was I thinking?" he muttered to himself "Going into the family business"
His inbox beeped.
"Oh great. More contracts and ridiculous requests. Or even better more annoying complaints"
Manta opened the inbox.
To: MiniGenious
From: SinGame7
Subject: Player One
Good morning Mr. Oyamada. How's your day so far? Enjoying your usual glass of scotch?
Manta looked at his chilled glass of scotch on the desk as he responded.
To: SinGame7
From: MiniGenious
Subject: Re: Player One
Who is this? If this is some prank its really pitiful.
To: MiniGenious
From: SinGame7
Subject: Re: Player One
Ha, it's no prank Mr. CEO of Oyamada Industries. You are top dog no? You are Oyamada Industries. A little advice Mr. Bigshot. The bigger they are the harder they fall.
Manta glared at the computer screen.
To: SinGame7
From: MiniGenious
Subject: Re: Player One
What's that supposed to mean wise guy!?
Manta sighed, he had no time for this. He was to busy calculating, recording, and filing to play two year old mind games with an anonymous AOL user.
To: MiniGenious
From: SinGame7
Subject: Re: Player One
He..he…he. Didn't your mother ever teach you to mind your sinful actions? It's a new year hot shot. Drink to it.
After that the e-mails ended.
Frustrated, Manta downed the now luke warm glass of scotch. He continued his typing. After typing a few lines he began rubbing his throat, coughing. After saving his work he slumped over onto his keyboard, dead.
Around nine a.m. a petite yet very pregnant brunette knocked on Manta's office door.
"Sweetie! It's already nine o'clock. Come down for breakfast"
Silence was her answer.
"Sweetie?"
The brunette lightly pushed open the door and walked over to her slumped over husband.
"Manta wake up" she said as she shook him lightly.
He was ice cold to the touch.
The woman looked at him wide eyed and checked his pulse.
There was none, it was long gone.
A loud scream was heard throughout the house.
By nine fifteen the house was flooded with police, forensics, and the coroners office. While the block was filled with spectators and news crews. From respective and unrespectable T.V. stations and newspapers.
Ren pulled up and parked outside the Oyamada house.
No scratch that the Oyamada mansion.
Flashing his badge to the cop in charge of keeping people of the property, Lenny entered the crime scene.
Ren walked up to his co-worker, officer Robert Morris.
"What do we got?" he asked.
"Manta Oyamada, twenty-four, DOS. The wife called it in"
Ren walked over to the hysterical pregnant woman on the Queen Anne sofa.
"Mrs. Oyamada?"
The brunette nodded through her tears.
"Please call me Becky"
Ren nodded.
"Can you please tell me what happened?"
Becky took in a deep breath.
"Manta was working on his charity benefit at the office last night"
Ren took out a tiny notepad.
"Where's his office located?"
"On the corner of Park Ave, building C13. But he was in his home office last night" Becky cried as she pointed to what was once Manta's home office.
TBC