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Post by Ember Thistle Grant on Dec 10, 2014 17:10:12 GMT -5
  Ember had said she would take care of things, and on a dark, bitter December night she had done just that. It hadn’t been a walk in the park, but if it had turned out that way Ember would have been disappointed. The gun in her bag hadn’t been needed either, thankfully, but the metallic taste she currently had between her teeth served perfectly well as a reminder of the life she had left behind. The scrapes on her right knuckles did the same, but they also brought an exhilarating throb that she couldn’t deny missing after the years of playing daddy’s little heiress. Her roots were thicker than her blood, regardless of any old sayings or comments passed around at the dinner parties her father hosted to garner more business. In Andrews’s absence it was up to Ember to play the role of the perfect child and she was so far from it that people didn’t take long to pick up on it. All her father could do was throw some proverb or idiom their way and comment on how far Ember had come in her efforts to better herself and escape the life she had been born into. It took every ounce of willpower for Ember to hold back then and not spit out the truth. In all honesty, she was proud of where she had come from, how it had hardened her and turned her into the feisty blonde who wasn’t afraid to play with the big boys, or get her hands dirty.
It had come in useful tonight that was for sure. Brandon might not have managed to prise a name out of Kate, but Ember had gotten one before they had said their goodbyes and left the eighteen year old at the rehabilitation clinic outside of the city. The name was not unfamiliar to her and after waiting a day to gather some more information she had set out to warn the aspiring hard man off. He hadn’t wanted to roll over so easily, especially not to a girl who was three years his junior and far from ‘one of them’ now. Ember was even more reluctant to back down than he was though, and her threats actually held some weight, as one of their mutual acquaintances could verify. His vouching for her dark words didn’t stop things from getting messy though; something Ember had already prepared for. In the end she got her way when he had his face pressed against the road and the threat of her motorbike wheel to his cheek. It didn’t come without a few bruises and cuts of her own though, and explaining away a split lip was harder than a bit of lipstick. Besides, Brandon would know what had happened. She had told Kate to leave it forty-eight hours before calling her brother and telling him everything. Once Brandon knew the truth he would know it was too late to stop his wild girlfriend from doing what she pleased.
Ember was just playing a waiting game now. She made her way up to her office, hoping that by avoiding her apartment she could buy herself some more time from Brandon. Turning on the light she crossed over to her desk, flopping down into the comfy chair and closing her eyes for a second. She could still feel the adrenaline coursing through her and there was an itch to get back out there and do something reckless again. It seemed that no matter what happened she would always have that wild inclination to live vicariously and on impulse. Pulling open her drawer she retrieved a small first aid kit. Popping it open she grabbed what she needed and began to clean up her hands first, only turning her attention to her lip when she was done, and pulled a compact mirror from the top drawer which was full of junk. She might have been in line to inherit the thriving company from her father, but neat was one thing the gun slinging blonde would never be. Ember was sitting back, taking a moment to herself when she heard the ding of the elevator; the tell-tale sign that her time alone was over and that her boyfriend was likely here to confront her about the mess she had just cleaned up.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2014 17:06:08 GMT -5
 Brandon couldn't believe that Ember could do something so stupid. He knew she could be reckless and impulsive; it was how they had ended up together in the first damn place. This was something altogether different though. This was risking her life for a matter that shouldn't even concern her! Kate was his sister, she was his problem to fix, and he wasn't willing to put Ember's life in the line to find a solution. The fiery blonde had already fronted the cash and found a place to clean the eighteen year old up. It was more than enough from her. Now he was hearing from Kate that she had told Ember everything; names, locations...the lot. Brandon didn't need more than five seconds to know that Ember would have taken that information and dealt with it in the only way she knew how to. A way that involved violence, threats, and he sincerely hoped it wouldn't involve the 9mm he knew she favoured and carried more often than she didn't.
Hoping to catch her before she could do anything that would get her arrested or killed, Brandon set out the minute Kate hung up the phone, her final apology ringing in his ears as his mind flooded with worry for the New York blonde he was tangled up with. He tried phoning her, but the short and to the point voicemail was all he got. The first port of call was her apartment. All Brandon found there though were the dogs loyal to the statuesque blonde. They bounded at him, jumping as though they expected him to stay, but Brandon had to disappoint. He needed to find their owner before anything could happen to her and he found himself reliving that night outside of The Marquee. As he drove along, Brandon kept his eyes peeled for her bike or the woman herself. He saw neither, which was oddly reassuring. It meant she wasn’t on the street and therefore somewhere safe.
It was only when his eyes fell on the large skyscraper that housed the Grant Corporation that he considered her office might be her place of hiding. Brandon took his car around the block to park up close by and then walked inside, asking the security guard if Ember was around when the burly man stopped him to enquire what his business was. Everyone knew who Brandon was just like they knew who Ember was, but it was a late hour and with everyone gone for the day it was probably peculiar to see the boyfriend of the heiress wandering about. Looking for her was a reasonable explanation, and Brandon was granted access seconds later. He took the elevator up to the floor where he knew her office was. The dim lighting coming from the slightly open door was enough to calm his racing heart. He had found her. Though it did little to quell his anger at her recklessness in the first place. Pushing the door open he stepped inside and let out a sigh of relief when he saw his girlfriend in one fine piece. “What the hell were you thinking, Ember?” He asked, slamming the door shut and stepping closer, though maintaining the distance so as to try to keep control over the situation. With Ember it was so easy to lose it.
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Post by Ember Thistle Grant on Dec 19, 2014 15:50:26 GMT -5
Ember wasn’t the kind of person who wrote things down and worked with schedules and plans. She loathed her class schedule and having to keep a diary for business meetings. All of her life Ember had been forced to live in the moment and it was where she thrived best. She reacted best on impulse, worked better when she was caught up in an instant. This whole situation with Kate was a solid chance to get back to living that life she had only half turned her back on. It allowed Ember to step back through the door to her past, rekindle that old adrenaline rush of the streets and get reacquainted with some of the jerks she had used to run with. They were never friends, never enemies, but just people she knew and stuck with because they were better company than her drunken, sleazy mother. However, tonight they had been her rivals, and for a moment things had gotten gritty and it had been brilliant. It was everything the twenty-one year old missed, but could never tell to anyone else. The people she had in her life now preferred her when she was away from the rough world of life as a street urchin, picking pockets and fights.
With the adrenaline still coursing through her, Ember knew it would be all too easy to turn this into another fight. Brandon’s arrival would induce another explosion, but she could make it worse if she leaned on him or went on the defensive; two things Ember Thistle Grant was more than likely to do on a good day. It was the last thing her boyfriend probably needed after everything Kate had possibly just told him, but Ember rarely took the time to think about such things when she was riled up and still fuelled on a temporary buzz like this. “I told you I would take care of it.” She pointed out, her words far from a lie since she had said those exact words to him when the truth about Kate had been revealed. Pushing herself to her feet, she faced Brandon and folded her arms across her chest. “Besides, telling your cop buddies would make you even more of a laughing stock. This might have saved you some dignity with those idiots.” Ember knew without Brandon needing to be so explicit about it that his old Narcotic pals weren’t keen on him dating someone like her. She had a tarnished past and for someone who had worked in law enforcement back when she was a familiar face in the back of a squad car, Ember was probably not high on the list of reliable people in New York City. She might not say it in so many words, but she did care about Brandon and since lashing out at those friends of his would definitely see lawyers coming onto the playing field, she had to choose her battles carefully when it came to protecting him. “Anyway, they never would have gotten anywhere. It would have been months of trying to help you out only to move on and leave you disappointed when someone bigger stepped up their game in the city.” She added sourly, her opinion of the NYPD far from fond.
Pacing across her office to open one of the many windows, Ember took a moment to glance down at the people tiny below her. Cooped up here often gave her a sense of freedom and yet it also left her feeling caged. Her role to inherit the company from her father was a gift and a curse. It gave her something to live for, to strive towards, but it also stopped her from being who she wanted to be; again, a good and bad thing. “I’m fine, Brandon.” She told him reassuringly, turning around so he could look for himself. “They came off worse, and trust me, if they back out of our agreement it’ll take more than dental records to identify them.” Her voice took a dark edge and for a split second it was easy to see what kind of life Ember would have ended up leading if her father hadn’t found the courage to admit his infidelity and claim his daughter when he did.
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