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"Yes, he's fine," I stated, looking at the work happening through the whole where my door would eventually be back. Three days and the lobby was mostly back to what it had been. The counter was now reinforced steel, made to look like wood. When Louise came back. She'd have a small cabinet by where she worked to hide in if there was another attack she'd be able to control the intensity of the light and it would block most of the noise. It couldn't be fully soundproofed since she'd need to be able to tell when the fighting was over. Jacob was going to receive weapons and combat training. He wouldn't be field rated, but he'd be able to look after himself and whoever was caught in the crossfire.

"No, no, you don't have to worry, it was only minor abrasions. The on-site doctor patched him up."

"I asked if he had behaved honorably." The man on the other end of the call said, his Chinese accent becoming heavier. Great he was one of those.

"He pulled his weight, that all I can ask."

"What does that mean?"

I sighed. If he asked for details I'd be in trouble. I didn't even know which one here was part of the Song family. "It means that he did well. He used what he'd learned at this point and helped take down the enemy. As I said, I can't ask for more."

"That is good, Tell Jianhong to continue bringing honor to us." The man terminated the call.

I caught Martin's attention and motioned for him to come in my office.

"For the twelfth time," he said, "I'm fine. I knew what I was doing, and if it needs to be done again, I will."

"I'll keep that in mind. Are all the families actually more interested in the way I perceive them than if the men they sent even survived the attack, or have I just been called by the majority of them?"

Martin noticed the ragged wood on the door frame as he was going to lean against it and picked the chair. "Image is definitely important for most of them."

"You don't seem to be obsessed with it."

Marting looked down at himself, in his gray two thousand dollar suit, and tilted an ear at me. "You're just used to me. I always make sure I look good."

"Okay, but would your dad be more worried about how you behaved then if you'd gotten hurt?"

"No, but he's the elder and I'm his son. If I get hurt the impact is bigger than is one of the others here does. You need to remember, you got either the spies or the rejects. But they probably didn't think something like this would happen."

"I didn't think it would so I'm not blaming them for that."

"Sure, but they don't know that. Now they need to worry about a Rasia-- that's how they think of you-- considering them either weak, or not worthy of respect. And they're probably realizing they should have sent different men. Don't be surprised if you have a shift in personnel over the next months."

"Great, Some of them were just starting to get the hang of things and I'm going to have to start from scratch with most of them?"

"I can talk with them if you want, see who wants to stay, maybe we can come up with a strategy to ensure you don't lose those."

"Will they take to you? A lot of them have issues with authority."

"I'm just a Cormoran accountant. I know one of them's worked out I'm the elder's son, but he's kept it to himself. About the rest of the people working here. They saw stuff they shouldn't have. What are you doing about it?"

"Nothing for the time being."

"Dent, if they talk it can cause trouble."

"I have Kevin keeping an ear on things. Mikael and Jasmin know and they are also keeping a finger on the pulse. I'm hoping most will rationalize what happened. It was in the middle of battle and their minds made stuff up. That kind of things. Anyone who sticks to what actually happened, I'll have to bring in. I'm giving it a week, then I'll see who does and doesn't believe."

"You could contact the Santiagos, Juan might be willing to help."

I eyed the cougar. "Are you really suggesting I ask one of those criminals for help?"

"No, but favors are a currency among the families. And I think Juan would like to have you owe him one. As crazy as it's going to sound to you, for as despised as the Rasia were, a lot of the families tried to get them to owe them favor."

"It isn't crazy. If you can get the big bad family on your side, then they won't crush you when they go on a rampage. Should I expect anyone to come to me claiming I owe them?"

"I doubt it, but if they try it, remind them you handed over the secrets your family accumulated, that wiped any debt your family might have owed." He stood. "I need to get back to work, invoiced for the work are coming in hourly."

My phone buzzed as I opened my mouth. The number was out of Switzerland.

"This is Jocky Siegenthaler," the accented voice said. "I demand to speak to Tommaso."

I sighed and Martin grinned at me. "Have you tried calling him?" I answered, giving the cougar the finger.

I understood nothing of the answer the man gave me.

* * * * *

"Look," I told the man while my new desk showed pictures of Eddy in his crib. "I don't hold it against him. He doesn't have the training for this kind of things so he got scared and he ran."

"Unacceptable!" the rest devolved into French. I smiled at Eddy. I couldn't wait for this day to be over so I could go home to him. I'd finally gotten Tom to agree on four of the duplexes I'd picked. He was running a check on them, they previous owners and all that.

"I demand that you punish him for his cowardness."

"No. Mister Carbonneau, I need you to understand something. I'm not some irrational taskmaster. I don't expect the people working for me to do more than what they were trained for. Your son arrived here not even three weeks ago. He's barely has time to start his training. I'm not going to punish him because the unexpected happened and he wasn't ready. I wouldn't even punish him if he had been trained, that isn't how I run my company. You want him punished? You come down here and do it yourself."

"I will being him home."

"If your son wants to go home, he's welcome to do so. Based on the talk we had he'd prefer staying."

"I am his father."

"He's an adult. I get the feeling he didn't get a say in coming here, but I'm giving him one on if he wants to stay. You want to force him, get your elder to call me." I disconnected the call and let out a scream before putting my head in my hands. Why did anyone who wasn't an elder act like they should be and threw tantrums anytime they didn't get what they wanted?

There was a knock on my brand new door.

"Come in. I said--" right, they couldn't hear me on the other side. I buzzed it and Colby opened it.

"Lunch," he said.

I looked at the time. Had I spent all morning fielding calls from fathers? "Sorry, you guys go have fun, I hadn't had time to look at any of the contracts. Some of them were expecting answers two days ago."

The armadillo crossed his arms over his chest and glared.

"It's just sex, Colby. Tom's got enough men in his book of approved partners I can get some after work. I need to finalize these today."

Colby crossed the space separating us, grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder.

"Colby, put me down!" Instead he left my office and crossed the lobby toward the locker room. "Do not make me force you to put me down," I said, feeling around for a power I could tap. The only one in reach I recognize was Martin's and making Colby want me more wouldn't help this situation.

The looks we attracted went from surprised to horrified to lustful. Three of the men in the process of changing followed us up the stairs.

The second floor had been the first one to be fixed up. Martin had insisted on it. They'd need a place to retreat to even if it wasn't for sex, while the work happened on the rest of the building, he'd told me, and it was also the space that had been the least damaged.

So it was back to full functionality and since this was lunchtime, that meant men were having sex on the couches, the floor and against the wall.

The armadillo put me down. "Strip," he demanded.

Here I had plenty of power to chose from. I could feel the speed burst one, the Telekinetic, one I was calling the Sun Flash. The Privacy power was also among the men having sex. That one wouldn't be useful, I was just happy to know Jeroen was comfortable enough among the others to fuck.

I felt someone grab the back of my shirt and I turned to for them to let go. All I did was step out of the shirt, still buttoned up. The rhinoceros took a step back, holding it. I felt for his power. A sense of things being thin, ephemeral. Phasing. Well that would be useful. I tapped it and walked through Colby, only to end up naked on the other side of him. My pants hadn't followed along.

I turned to face the rhino, "Can you not make your clothes phase with you?"

The rhino stared at me, my pants, at me again. He slowly shook his head. A bunch of them were staring at me. Including men who weren't society. Great I'd just broken my own rule. I looked around, only seven I knew for sure weren't society and they'd seen this.

"Well, no hiding it from you, yes, I have power, and yes magic exist, I'll go in detail some other time. Keep it to yourself. For the rest of you, if you somehow haven't been told, I can copy your abilities." I looked at the pants. "With some of the limitations, it seems. I haven't entirely worked out how it works. So stop staring and go back to having sex."

I turned to face Colby who had his arms crossed over his chest again. "You too," he said.

"I can walk right through you, you realized that, right?"

"Naked."

"I can--" I look down at my pants. He had a foot on them. "Colby, be reasonable. I have work to do."

"All work, no play?"

I sighed. "You're not going to let me get out of this, are you?"

He shook his head.

"I could fire you."

He shrugged.

"Fine, get out of your clothes and fuck me. The faster you do this the quicker I can get back to work."

He raised an eyebrow and smirked. He shoved me back hard. I backpedaled through the rhino and tripped onto a group of men who'd paused to watch.

"Them," the armadillo said, undoing his shirt.

"Are you passing on my ass?" I asked in disbelief

"Later."

One of the men nibbled on my neck, whispering something in a language I didn't even recognize. "I--" a hand closed around my cock and stroked it. "Fuck it." I found balls by touch, the guy was already hard and pulled him to my mouth. He didn't need more prompting. He pushed it in and started fucking my face.

* * * * *

I felt good.

I was sore and covered with cum, but for the first time in days I was relaxed. I was still going to kick Colby's ass for forcing this on me, but not as hard as I'd planned, I had needed this.

I opened my eyes as someone parted my legs. The otter grinned at me and he positioned himself.

"Kevin, I should--"

"Nah," he cut me off. "I haven't gotten to fuck the boss yet. I'm not passing on the chance." He pressed the head of his cock against my hole.

"You fucked me at the orgy," I replied, then gasped as he pushed in. He was nicely thick.

"That doesn't count," he moaned and stopped moving. "You weren't my boss then, just my mentor." He went back to pushing.

"I wasn't the only one."

Kevin bottomed in. "It was your party." He grinned. "It was a great party. And this is a great company."

I laughed. "You're saying that because here you get to fuck a bunch of buff guys."

"Sure, but the pay's great too." He smirked. "No shut up. I'm not here to have a conversation. All I want to hear from you is moaning and groaning. Maybe have you scream my name once in a while. We can talk in the afterglow." He pulled back.

I opened my mouth to comment but his cock slamming in ensured all I did was gasp.

"That sound works too," Kevin said and slammed in again.

I glared at him, opened my mouth and he leaned down to kiss me. He was eager, hungry and his tongue in my muzzle added to his cock in my ass broke any protest I still had. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and my legs around hip and gave him a moan that made him tremble over me.

He took his time, in spite of that, thrusting in and out slowly, changing his angle and making me cry out a few times. When he grinned at me I knew to hold on because he picked up speed and fucked me hard. Our grunts joined with others into a cacophony of pleasure, and then Kevin threw his head back and screamed.

When his cock stopped pulsing he was smiling and panting. "I am never going to get enough of this."

I smirked at him. "I'm not boosting you, this is a workday. You're not spending it having sex."

"I can ask one of the others."

"I am going to have to set down the law won't I?"

"I don't see why, we're all adults here."

"Sometimes I question that."

"Mister Brislow!" a man called. I looked up to see Jacob run through the door, come to a halt as he looked around then tried no to look at the sex happening. "Mister Brislow, you need to come downstairs, there's a tiger to see you."

"Great. Tell me to wait, I'll grab a shower and be there."

"He said to tell you his name is Damian."

I was up and looking for my pants. "The son of a bitch."