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 * Cody Isaiah Bridger
 * Cane Astrada

Business Meeting
Cane Astrada



It was always best to ignore the confused, and often suspicious, looks from Cane's chauffeur. The less the small Asian knew, the better. He was a horridly skilled gossip, despite his accent. "He-yah?" he asked, obviously wondering why he shouldn't drive the small black vehicle straight to the large mansion that was only a block or two away.

Cane nodded in affirmation, hoping he was seen in the rear-view mirror. Just in case, he said, "Yes, here. The informant was specific that our client wanted to meet away from the mansion. He didn't want to 'cause a scene.'" This was an interesting deal to say the least. It was not often that he was invited to the Von Albrecht's mansion, although he had had dealings with Julius before. Always fun.

The dealing scheduled for today, however, was not with Julius. Apparently, the Pack Omega had contacted one of Cane's informants asking for an emergency supply of a chemical that clotted blood when it couldn't clot itself. In other words, it was a hemophilia cure. With that information tucked away, Cane was just hoping he didn't have to deal with a profusely bleeding Lycan. He was dressed in a nice black sports coat and matching pants. Even a drop of blood on his nice shoes would be enough to ruin his day. Let's just say, Cane didn't dress cheaply.

The chauffeur pulled the car over to the side of the road when he reached the beginning of the rather expansive lawn of The Mansion. "Ohkayy! Wee have arrivhed!" he crooned to the back seat. "Thank you, Nicholas," Cane responded. He opened the door and stepped out of the back right seat of the car. He didn't need to bother with a seat belt, as he never used one. When you can't be hurt, seat belts become superfluous. He set one foot on the gravel road and huffed; gravel roads meant dirt and dust. Fantastic.

Quickly, Cane rushed to the luscious green lawn, doing his best to save his shoes from a rather tragic fate. Finally, he turned back around and called to Nicholas, "Goodbye Nicholas, I'll have Anisa drive me home. See you later."

He never used the same chauffeur twice in a row. Anyone could get a job driving a car around town. Cane couldn't trust them to know the complete story of his business interactions. Except Anisa, Anisa was a good girl. His favorite by far.

Nicholas nodded in affirmation to the command and promptly drove off. Cane watched the car until it was out of sight. Once it was, Cane sighed out and began to slowly walk towards The Mansion. The structure was a beautiful piece of architecture. He stopped for a minute or two to absorb the beauty of the grounds and the gardens; his mind then drifted off to how it was sullied by wild Lycans and how he was now waiting for one of those Lycans. He hoped that he wouldn't be waiting long.

He had never met the Omega. The only thing he knew was that his name is Cody and he has hemophilia. So, he knew nothing. Cane wondered where he would place if he was in a Lycan Pack. Definitely not the lowly Omega. No, he would be the Alpha. His power was too absolute to be anything else. He possessed unquestionable might and if any of his underlings did question it, they would feel his might.

Manipulation had always been Cane's game. That would be the real reason why he would be on top. He could get anyone to do anything; his assignments would be carried out without hesitation. Honestly, why hadn't he been born a Lycan, he would rock at that. Seriously.

Back to things that actually were going to happen, Cane began to be curious of what was contained in the metal box whose handle he had a hold of in his left hand. An assistant had given him the box and said, "This contains Factor, the item the client is asking for. Retails for fifty Coins." Cane intended to charge double that. He wondered what kind of substance this "Factor" was. He didn't even know if it was a pill or liquid or what. He never opened merchandise. If he always did, he would have a harder time sleeping at night.

Whatever it was, this Omega needed to show up and pay soon. As always, Cane was a very busy person and had no time for anyone. He stopped moving forward, not wanting to get too close to the large structure and be spotted. The last thing he needed was for Julius to come out and interrogate him. From what his informant told him, the Omega's hemophilia was a very closely kept secret. Cane, naturally, found out about it instantly. If he had a Coin for every personal secret he knew, well, who am I kidding? Could Cane really get any richer?

He laughed at that. It was comical how wealthy he was. Just for the fun of it, he set down the metal box on the soft grass and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a coin pouch that he had recently been given and began to count the money. By the time he was done, he had counted well above the average monthly wage for someone in this country, oh how he loved his job.

As he placed the coin pouch back in his pocket, he noticed his watch. Two o'clock. It had been near thirty minutes. He sincerely hoped that the poor Lycan hadn't already bled out. Hemophilia must be such a dreadful ailment for a Lycan to have, seeing as how violent the race often was. Cane certainly wouldn't want to live with the constant risk.

As he waited, he began to straighten out his closing and adjust his already great hair. He despised the wind, it always seemed to target him directly, trying desperately to somehow knock askew his ravishing good looks. Oh well, Cane would put up with wind as long as there weren't any annoying insects buzzing around.

Much to Cane's happiness, it was that time of spring where the temperatures warm up, but none of the animals or insects showed up. It was quite likely the best time of the year. Anything that couldn't talk really wasn't his scene.

Lord, now he was on the distasteful topic of animals! This Omega had better show up in the next five minutes or Cane had half a mind to charge quadruple the normal price. He thought Julius would be able to teach his Pack to have a better sense of time. Time was everything.

Cody Bridger



Cody checked the bandage on his right leg once more before he slid in to another pair of black jeans. It was his responsibility to keep up with his supply of Factor and when it was running low it was his responsibility to order more. Factor had to be refrigerated until it was needed so it wasn't like it was easy to get at the nearest drug store. No it had to be ordered from a special drug company who had to ship it to the house and that always cost an arm and a leg (not literally) but it was expensive enough that Cody always waited until he had to do it before ordering any.

Yesterday he had been babysitting the young pups; as he always did. They were out of control, bouncing off the walls, running every which way...and the screaming...God that had gotten so very annoying! When it had been time for lunch two of the young ones decided that they weren't hungry. Instead they left their little play area on the second floor and began to run all over the house. Cody chased after the two, trying to reel them in but they always managed to stay one step ahead of him. The two little ones had thought it was a game so they raced their little hearts out which only annoyed Cody even more. He doubted Julius would be pleased with all of the commotion which was why he was trying to regain control of the situation as quickly as possible.

Some of the others were just standing and watching him chase after the little escapees. They were laughing and giving encouragement to the kids while they just snickered at him and told him it was hopeless.

He had caught up with one of them at the top of the stairs leading down to the first floor. The other one thinking that it was still a game ran up to him and gave him a playful shove. Cody knew it had been nothing more than an accident but that shove had him off balance and tumbling down the stairs to the first floor where he smacked his leg hard against the first floor banister.

The fall didn't look like much. Cody has climbed to his feet and told those who asked that he was fine. He had then climbed the stairs and herded the young ones back to where the others were where he then subsequently left them with the cleaning crew.

Feeling a wetness on his pants leg he had looked down to see that a good portion of the right jean pant leg below the knee was saturated in a dark substance. A quick sniff was enough to tell Cody that it was blood; his blood. He silently cursed himself but had gone to his room to check the injury. It wasn't bad, just a scrape that was the size of his index finger but it wouldn't stop bleeding. He had bandaged it, changed his clothes and then had gone down to the kitchen where he usually kept his medicine only to discover that there was none to be found.

Ordering any Factor then would have taken too long so Cody had done the only other thing he could do. He had called a phone number he had been given and had put in an order for one box of Factor. Factor was a liquid that had to be given via injection. Each bottle held enough for thirty injections worth.

Once he had called the number he was told that the item would be delivered the next day at a price of fifty coins. It wasn't chump change but for the speed of delivery it was worth it.

A beeping sound caught his attention. It was his wristwatch that had gone off and when Cody checked the time he paled. God how could he have lost track of that much time?! Thirty minutes had already passed since the time he was supposed to take delivery. The person may not even be there anymore.

Grabbing his leather coin purse, Cody left his room. The bandage on his leg would be good for awhile longer. He gingerly walked down the stairs to the first floor and then he walked outside via the front door.

He had set up the meeting for right there on the lawn near the house. It was a little close but hopefully if it was just a quick drop off then no one would notice and ask questions. That was one thing he didn't want; a bunch of questions.

Cody spotted the man almost immediately. He looked like a businessman for sure, all work and no play. There was a metal box near the man and in the box Cody suspected was the item he had requested. Squaring his shoulders he walked up to Cane. It was best to get this over with.

As he approached Cody did notice just how good looking Cane was. It was impossible to miss really. He was like the epitome of beauty. Cody took a deep breath. Right, no time to think that way. It was time to get down to business. “I apologize for making you wait so long.” Cody began, stopping in front of Cane. “I lost track of the time. Do you have what I ordered?”

It was a dumb question really, he already knew the man had brought what he requested. Cody glanced back at the house, making sure that no one was watching him. He didn't want to have to explain to Julius why he had to resort to using these methods to get what he needed. *Oh I'm sorry sir, I forgot that I didn't have any left.* Yeah as if that would go over well with the Alpha! Cody refocused his attention on the man in front of him. He dearly hoped that Cane wouldn't up the price because he had been late. That would be just his luck if that were to happen. Still it wasn't like he was broke. He could afford to pay an exorbitant amount but he would rather not if at all possible.