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Backstory for Tessa; wrote this for @whumping-newbie without ever posting it and was reminded of it by @for-the-love-of-nsfwhump s discovery of mean man Stephen.
Cw for creepy (future) whumper pov. Lady whump.
"This is outrageous. We can't afford... this." I hiss to the police captain as I gesture toward my company's main offices.
"We were overwhelmed", the captain replies. "Detective Bianchi pulled the strings without me knowing. I couldn't stop the search warrant without making myself a subject. At least I warned you in time, didn't I?"
I clench my teeth, thinking about the data on the computers my driver should have delivered to the safe house by now. Safe, but out of reach. "We need this data to make business. I have clients to serve as well, and they can get pretty irritated when they don't know where their money is."
I stare over his shoulder into my office where a young officer is directing uniformed policemen to pack company files into huge boxes. She's young, and entirely too pretty to cause me such problems. Straight brown hair falls smoothly past her chin, light brown eyes narrowed as she's skimming through my personal notebook. She's biting her lower lip in concentration, and I can hardly release my eyes from that mouth.
She steps over to us, as if on cue.
"Mr Fitzgerald", she says. Her voice is rich, but her tone is unnervingly threatening. I push myself off the wall and fold my arms. She's - tall. Her gaze meets mine, coolly, and only now do I realize how broad her shoulders are. That fucking bitch is staring me down. It's unnerving, being stared down by a woman. And she seems to be all too aware of this.
"Will you tell us where these other computers are, or do we have to bring you in for questioning?"
Oh no, bitch, you do not dare. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Detective."
"The switches and connectors over there, the file paths on your computers running into the void? There are servers missing here. Where are they?"
For a second, I think about choking her. Close my hands around that pretty throat, press tighter, stare into these light brown eyes while she struggles, wait for the realization that she picked the wrong enemy. It's a lovely image.
"I am not in charge of IT here", I say after a second or two. "I think they rearranged some infrastructure, fire loads or something." On a small gesture, my assistant steps in. "Can you escort Detective Bianchi over to Mr Smith in IT?"
She smirks. "I don't need an escort. This is not a courtesy visit. This is a police investigation."
"He's in the conference room on the first floor, with the other employees", my assistant says. "Just down the stairs."
She looks at her boss, and the captain nods in encouragement. "Go. I'll oversee the officers here."
We look past her in silence, until the doors to the stairwell close behind her.
"Get her off my back, Dominic." I say lowly. "I don't care how."
"I tried. She's like a terrier. Feral. She has taken a lead and she won't stop."
"There's ways to deal with a feral dog."
His voice drops. "What do you want me to do? Put her down?"
I look up at the door she left through, lost in thought. Her athletic build, smooth curves, that thing she did with her lip. A slow smile spreads on my face. "No", I say and pat his shoulder. "No, in fact I know just the place where this bitch can earn us back the money she's just cost us. Knock her out and deliver her to this place." I jot down an address on a slip of paper and put it into his pocket. "I promise, you'll never hear from her again."
