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An impressive, sleek black building rose above most of its neighbors, cutting into the Boston skyline. Frequented by irate and moody older businessmen, the office building was owned by the American branch of a wealthy corporation overseas. The lobby of the ground floor was decorated ornately, boasting pearly marble pillars that stood out against the deep blue walls. Flourishes of red caught the eye, along with various tropical plants and miniature statues. The room was immaculate, and rightly so; the building employed dozens of janitorial staff. The large double-doored elevator located to the right of the polished mahogany reception desk glided open, and a charming, slender man with sharp Irish features and chocolate brown eyes and hair matching his expensive suit strode out. He was younger, much younger than the other businessmen around him, and if not for his overwhelming air of authority and expensive tastes, one may assume that he was an intern or newly hired college student.
He passed the reception desk and greeted the pretty blonde receptionist with a smile. The young woman, who had worked at the desk for nearly a year since leaving college, returned the smile and called out, "Until Monday then, Mr. Murray!" Over his shoulder, the handsome man replied, "Looking forward to it, Brooke," and walked out onto the sidewalk. It was a warm Friday afternoon, around two o'clock, and Neil Murray was glad that his car, a BMW Z4 Convertible, was waiting for him at the front of the building. Neil nodded politely, and the Valet gave him the keys and left. Popping the small trunk of the two-door sports car, Neil put his briefcase inside, and then went around to the driver's side. He put the key in and turned it, the engine roaring to life after barely more than a second.
The Boston streets weren't too bad at a time this early, and as Neil got onto Interstate 93 heading north he ran through in his head what he knew about the person he was picking up. She was a Tufts University student, three years younger than Neil's twenty-four. She was Australian born, but of Irish descent. Her father had sent her here for college, and for the experience of living in a foreign country. Her father, Phillip McCarthy, was the reason why Neil was pulling escort duty today, not some random driver. The McCarthy family was one of the most influential families in Australia, and Phillip was the current head of an organization there. An organization that wouldn't exactly be called legal, and an organization nearly one hundred years old. Phillip was head of the Australian branch, and Frederick O'Reilley, son of the late founder Jamie O'Reilley, head of the original branch in the British Isles. There was a third branch as well, claiming territory in the United States. My branch, thought Neil Murray, current head of the American Éire's Champions Irish Mob.
Of course Neil had heard of Josie McCarthy, the beautiful heiress to the Australian ECS throne. He had even met her once, but it was years ago and he didn't remember many details. But he knew her reputation: a charming, elegant, sly girl, unafraid to get her hands dirty with the more illegal dealings of the ECS - because not all of it was, in fact, illegal. She'd been getting a lot of attention lately, as when she takes over, Josie will be the first female to lead any of the ECS branches. Though Neil wasn't jealous of her predetermined fame; he had already gotten his share of accolades for being the first leader to be born outside of Ireland. He did, however, wonder how Josie was like away from her duties in Australia, as just a plain old college student.
I guess I'm about to find out, he thought as he pulled up to Tufts. Though he started by scanning the surrounding area for any sign of her, Neil soon shrugged and gave up. He didn't know what the hell she looked like, could barely even remember her from their meeting at that formal ECS event fifteen years ago. He unbuckled and got out of the car, standing at the door with the engine still running. Waiting there, and feeling more and more like a fool with every passing confused glance by a college student, Neil eventually decided that he needed to change tactics. I think I have some paper in the trunk, and perhaps a sharpie.. He popped the rear, and went back to search. It took about thirty seconds to retrieve both items, and another fifteen to write 'Josie McCarthy' in big black letters. Neil closed the trunk, and went back around to the driver's side door. Not expecting anything at all to be out of the ordinary, he moved to go hold the paper up in the air. But something stopped him. Or rather someone, sitting in the driver's seat of his car. A younger woman, copper-brown hair flowing around her tanned face and green eyes. She looked completely out of place amongst the other, paler New England college students walking past the vehicle.
She was grinning up at him vivaciously, obviously pleased with herself for tricking him. Neil stared at her, his eyebrow arched, before simply saying, "You must be Josie." She nodded, blinked, and then said, "So you're my driver?" Neil opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it and offered a nod.
"Nice car," Josie said enthusiastically. "Can I drive it? Please?" Neil shrugged and replied, "Go for it!" before hopping in the passenger seat. Great, less work for me, he thought as Miss McCarthy put the car to drive and pulled away from Tufts.
"So what's your name, anyway?" Josie asked, clearly not knowing who she was talking to. Obviously she was expecting just a common driver sent from the American branch as courtesy.
"Neil, Neil Murray!" Josie's eyes went wide and she swerved to the right, before quickly correcting her course. She glanced over at him and said, "You're Neil Murray? Why didn't you tell me?!" Neil smiled, glad that he had been able to surprise her as much as she had to him earlier.
"You never asked, Miss McCarthy."
The next twenty or so minutes flew by, with Neil and Josie mostly talking about ECS politics. Neil had had the car swept for bugs - he did once a week - so he knew that it was secure. Neil told Josie about how there had been a significant increase in criminal increase in L.A. recently, and they were watching out for a sudden decrease to occur, signifying that organized crime had begun to take over. They hadn't seen it yet, but were watching. Josie informed him that the Aussie ECS had just taken over most of the drug trade in the Philippines. Though the two talked business, they both seemed to hit it off well. It was surprising to Neil, as he noted that he and Josie were basically the same person. Generally, he thought to himself, that doesn't end well. When he dropped Josie off at her apartment in Boston, she quickly asked him to coffee.
"I don't have anything better to do," She said, "and if you're not busy.." Unfortunately, he was busy. Extremely, exhaustingly busy. First Chicago, he resolved. Then L.A., to check on things. With no time to waste, he got in the BMW and sped toward the airport.