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An Ordinary Day – Endgame Part 9

the pieces fall into place part 4



Based on the Characters created by Angelus And Lady of Dragon Rose from the short story “An Ordinary Day” written by Angelus and continued by Lady Of Dragonrose and Angelus.



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David looked across the office at Jared’s face, as he looked at the doll-like Alice, whose face had turned ashen earlier at the mention of Navarre.



As he did so, Rachel looked to him with concern, she knew how the big well-spoken man kept thing’s to himself: often to his own detriment.



She was worried, for him. His mistress was in danger: and, the individual who had been contacted for aide had Jared’s slave quaking with fear.



She had due cause; it had been Navarre and Yumi who had ‘acquired’ her from the life she had led as a runaway, then taken her to a warehouse, where she had been stripped and bound, then weeping uncontrollably, she had every orifice probed as she had been examined prior to sale; one of many who had been sold that sunny afternoon.



Navarre. Just the mention of his name had her flesh crawling.



And, Rachel frowned, watching David’s knuckles become taut, as he stood in mute obeisance, towards his Mistresses former lover.

The Major, as Summers liked to be called sat behind his desk, wearing a grey suit, allowing a smile to cross his face as the two men entered his office; and he stood, offering his hand to Navarre.



The big man behind the desk wearing a grey suit allowed a smile to cross his face as the two men entered his office; and he stood, offering his hand the Navarre.



His former lover Sandrine had manipulated Summers easily, into his decision to take early retirement.



But now, because of Yumi and her actions, he was back to doing what he did best, taking charge, of a situation, in the best way he knew how.



Yet Summers was a pragmatist, knowing that to successfully do what needed to be done now he needed assistance.



That was why Navarre was there.



Trevor had told them that Celine was being held at Yumi’s home. And, although he’d been incredulous to learn that at first, it eventually made sense, particularly when he took into account of Sandrine and, her behavior toward him.



In effect, the slim young woman had taught him a salient lesson, without her Summers could be the man that he was meant to be.



Yumi was power-struck: and, wanted what was not hers and with assistance, Summers was determined to ensure that she never acquired what she sought.



Yet, he needed assistance, to rescue Celine safely.

And, he had friends and acquaintances to help him.

That was why Navarre was there.



“Good to see you,” Navarre muttered to him, as they shook hands. He knew that his presence here was under sufferance. But, when it came to Yumi and revenge, they had a meeting of minds: she would suffer.



As the two men spoke, Ben leaned his back against the wall arms crossed, his left leg crooked, the sole of his foot against it.



He eyed his friend Jared, with Alice his loving slave clinging to him, her eyes constantly darting from him to Navarre.



Although it was rare for such a relationship between Master and Slave to develop as theirs had, it was known. And, considering the background to each of them, Ben was pleased that they had each other.



‘Particularly now,’ he mused, looking round the room and the pensive faces, that he imagined mirrored his own.



Placing down the receiver, Summers looked up at Navarre, while all around the room, faces looked to him to gauge his reaction, yet his face remained neutral.



“And?” Navarre queried, an edge to his voice, making him sound more accented that minutes earlier.



John Summers sighed; “Pretty well what I expected, she wants the club. Personally I think that’s why Sandrine was pushing me to sell. And, not only could she not wait for the sale, she..” He paused, smiled: “She doesn’t want to pay, as it seems Celine’s exchange is the payment, as far as she is concerned..”



“Quel surprise!” Navarre exclaimed, standing away from he desk.



“And, what’s more..” Summers drawled out, “she wants me to formally hand the club over, on a handover night.”



At this there were gasps around the room.



One of the demands was expected since the abduction, the other was shocking.



“No way,” David shouted, turning to hit the wall, with force.



And faces turned, to watch him steam out of the small office, as Rachel followed.



“Well, that was to be expected,” Trevor muttered, from the corner he’d chosen to occupy, drawn in on himself, in the vain hope hat no-one would notice him.



Chevy turned to the submissive, with a glare that spoke volumes. He may have made his own mistakes during this farrago, but he wasn’t tactless.



And, Trevor turned ashen.



“When he returns, I’ll have David draw up the papers of transfer..” Summers announced dully, his words clear, to all in the room.



“And, if he doesn’t return?” Jared asked him pointedly.



For long moments, there was silence. And finally Navarre spoke, aware that someone had to say something: “Then we deal with it.”



And while debate began, as to what to do next, David Stapleton eased himself into the bucket seat of the elite motor sitting at the kerbside.



He didn’t need keys, as more than one of his clients had shown him how to start a car without one. Then as Rachel approached the car door, he started up the engine.



She opened the door and slid in next to him, as he pulled away. Then slamming closed the door, she turned to him and snarled, “Just what do you think you’re doing David?”



“I’m finishing this. Mistress is coming home today,” he stated simply, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.



Flooring the accelerator weaved the car David between lanes, seemingly quite oblivious quite oblivious to the speed he was going.



Yet, his face was quite impassive: and for some reason Rachel found that quite scary and, so unlike the usually mild manner, which she’d grown to expect from him.



And, for a moment, she wanted to take control, of the wheel.



Instead she implored of him, “Where are we going?”



“Going to mine,” he told her flatly, “buckle up.”



Rachel turned her head to look briefly at David and the look of grim determination on his face, then did as he had suggested, as he did the same.



The car careened through the traffic at increasing speed, with Rachel holding the edge of her seat, her pulse rate high, until finally they arrived outside his apartment.



“We’re here,” he told her.



Killing the engine he turned to Rachel, informing her, “You can come in if you want. Just remember I keep this place as an office since I met Mistress. Don’t have any expectations, alright?”



She nodded. He had been with their small family quite awhile now; yet she knew little of the world he had left, that co-existed with theirs, as Mistress often had need of David, and all that he could do.



And Rachel moved as quickly as he did, entering the building and, running up the stairwell to his floor, ignoring the lift, as he didn’t want to wait.



Back in the office, Ben opined openly, “Rachel hasn’t come back.”



Feet shuffled; and faces looked at one another expectantly, as Navarre paced the room, his hands clasped behind his back.



Finally he stopped before ‘the Majors’ desk once more, his clenched fists hard on the desk with the knuckles white, scowling.

Ben returned his gaze to the closed office door.



“They’re not coming back,” he added quite unnecessarily, to no-one particular.



And staring long and hard into Summers eyes, Navarre muttered, “The kids right.”



Ben smarted a little a little, at being called a kid in front of his friends. Yet out of respect to ‘The Major’, he said nothing.



“The time for waiting is over!” Navarre stormed, “That one..” He continued, gesturing toward the door.



“David…” Alice threw in, suddenly finding voice, “his name is David…”



The too-slim submissive looked up to her Master and she slowly declared, “David’s gone to help Mistress Celine… I like David…”



Having what she needed, Alice closed her eyes and tightened her hold on her Master, Jared, who looked down into her wide baleful eyes and caressed her hair.



Ben looked to his friend, smiling gently, “Jared, get Trevor to take her home, I think the time has come, for action…” ‘At last!’ He thought.



Looking tired, Jared returned the smile, and then he looked back down to his loving pet: “I think you’re right,” he admitted, his smile slowly fading, sadness in his voice.



He looked to Summers a moment, “I’m sorry. I…” He wanted to say more; he needed to say more; and hoping that John Summers would understand, “I hope all goes well. I’m just sorry, I can’t be with you…”



He stood and gently led Alice, his ‘sweet little butterfly’, out of the office, to Bens relief.