The streets of New York were filled with the loud sounds of music, taxi-cabs and the chatter of its population of around8 million people. At around 12 o’clock in the afternoon the city was bustling with activity. People of all stages of life were crowding the streets, working, feeding, fighting and of course fucking. A long white limo surfed through the yellow wave of taxis making its way downtown to the land of highrises, luxury, and sin. Its final destination was a tall cylindrical shaped monster. Whitmore tower. Standing at 1,278 ft, this proclamation of wealth was the showcase of Whitmore Inc, and one day it would be hers. The limo door opened quickly, as a slick black pair of Christian Louboutin pumps exited the vehicle. Rose Whitmore stared up at the tower in front of her, a crisp black dress fitting her curves, her burgundy hair coiled up in a half up-do. She pulled off her sunglasses to expose her yellowish hazel eyes, that were passed down in her family taking in the sight of her future. Today she would show her father what she could do. Today was her day.

She walked forward, entering the steel cage with a slight wave to security. They allowed her easy entry into the white and black marble entryway. White leather couches, large sculptures of ferocious animals and the large black designation desk gave the place a clean upper-class look. She walked past all of it towards a side elevator, pressing the ‘UP’ button to get the doors to open. When they did she walked inside hitting the top floor. She entered by herself, the doors closing when another man entered behind her moving to stand on her right. He was 6,2 with slicked back burgundy hair and yellowish hazel eyes, his skin lightly freckled in some spots. He voice was deep and husky, “Evening, little Sis.”

She kept her eyes ahead of her remaining calm and collected as the elevator began to move, “Evening, Jack. I’m glad you could make it to the meeting.”

He shoved his hands in his expensive deep grey Armani suit, “I always make time for family. How’s Patrick?”

She smirked at the mention of her boyfriend, “He’s fine. Spending too much time golfing in my opinion. Chastity?”

Jack let out a small laugh, “She’s shopping. She keeps asking why you don’t join her?”

The soft ting of the elevator echoed through the box and she gave a false smile, “Funny. She always asks me the same question about you. Lovely girl. Reminds me so much of mom.”

Jack frowned slightly, “This better be fast Rose. I have a meeting at Rosschild in twenty.”

Rose waved to Donna Velasquez, her father’s longtime secretary and possible mistress to let them in. The raven-haired beauty stood up and moved to the door, opening it into the expansive silver office. The room was mostly art nouveau with hints of modern sculpture and steal apart from an expansive painting depicting a pack of wolves with cold yellow eyes. Mrs Velasquez spoke softly to the single occupant, “Your children are here, Mr. Whitmore.”

The man behind the desk looked up from his Mac, his silver hair slicked back like his sons. His suit jacket was off exposing a smooth blue dress shirt with rolled up sleeves and dark yellow suspenders. He moved from around the table with a wide smile, “Jack! Rose! Coming up to see old dad like this. How have I earned such a pleasure?”

Rose dropped her purse on a side cabinet, before walking up to her father kissing him lightly on the cheek, “I wanted to get you both here to tell you some news!”

Jack came up after her smacking his dad on the shoulder, “I just came to remind you, how good you once looked.”

Jared Whitmore laughed heartily his physique sleek and fit for his age, “Well like they say, you can make a thousand versions of a diamond, son, but it’s never gonna be the same as the real I thing.”

Rose smirked, moving to one of the white leather chairs in front of her dad’s desk, rubbing her diamond earrings lightly, “True. Now come take a seat. I bring good tidings.”

Jack moved to sit at the chair beside her while her father moved to the seat behind the desk. Rose let them get comfortable pulling out a phone as she began to type slowly with one name, after a few minutes Jared leaned back smiling, “Well go on?”

Rose smiled standing up and dropping the phone on his desk, “I...got the Quiang Agreement.”

Jack burst into laughter, “That’s cute. We haven’t been able to wriggle the Quiangs into a deal for thirty years. What did you do to get the deal done? Blowing Li Quiang?”

Rose remained calm as her father grabbed the phone reading it over slowly, “No, Li Quiang has different tastes, unfortunately. I would offer your services, but I figured your knees were sore during your time with Chastity.” She paused giving him a smile before she turned to her dad, “I crunched the numbers and re-evaluated the shares. I also bought a few companies from some asian investors. Played the stocks for a bit…”

Her dad spoke up, “Used said companies to blackmail the Quiangs. Either sign our agreement, or their competitors will benefit from the stock of their companies. How much?”

She turned to Jack who’s yellow eyes were revealing a hint of a rage, “53 million and 12 shares.”

Suddenly both kids turned as Jerold let out a hoot, “HOT DAMN! Darling! Very impressive. A lot of money for us, and a good partnership. A pay increase and a promotion should be given to you post haste…. If...you actually finished the job.”

Rose looked at her dad with a confused face, “What do you mean. We signed the papers this morning. I just got off a plane from Shanghai.”

Jerold smiled puting the phone softly on her side of the table, “I know. Shi Quiang phoned me this morning, to approve the deal. You see, I had already been talking with him on a retirement deal. See I paired with Li Chan who runs Margon Industries, the second largest architectural company in Hong Kong. He seems to hate Quiang as much as we do, so he paired up with us and with both of our shareholding power we would dominate Quiang in the next quarter. He sold me his company hours before you left.”

Rose blanched as Jack stood up, “And you didn’t tell me about this, either!”

Jerold smirked, “It was above both of your pay grades. Besides. No need to be mad. I just made all of us a whole lot richer. Good work though Rose. Just try to think bigger next time.”

Rose set her jaw, picking up her phone as she turned to look out the window, rage simmering just below the surface, “I...I will try to keep that in mind. Tell mom I said, 'Hi'.”

She grabbed her purse then left the room, the doors closing behind her as she headed into the elevator. As soon as the doors closed she pressed her lips together, slamming her fist a few times into the door hard enough that blood sprung from her knuckles, “FUCK! FUCKING FUCKING FUCK!”

She let out a few breaths then the door opened and she headed out through the lobby, pulling open her phone and dialling Patrick’s number. It rang two times before it chimed on, and a soft spoken woman started talking, “Patrick...haha...Patrick’s phone. He’s too busy to talk right now because...Stop that...stop it...hahaha...he’s in a...ahh..meeting.”

Rose was outside now and she stopped her eyes shutting closed for a moment before she spoke. That Motherfucker. She spoke evenly, her voice cold, “Well, give him a message for me. I can forgive infidelity, that's expected, but sloppiness! THAT is irreproachable. ”

She turned off the phone then moved back towards her limo, Marty already at the door, “Where to Miss Whitmore?”

She paused staring at him for a minute, speaking before she entered the car, “Take me to the roughest bar in Harlem. I need a humble awakening and some hard drinks.”

The limo pulled up slowly to a pleasant side corner bar, complete with a small host of scantily clad women and biker boys smoking just outside the lighted windows. Rose looked the place up and down before reading the sign, "Randolph's Eh?"

Marty lowered the partition, "It's rougha than you think, Pigeon, and I don't feel comfortable leaving you here. Especially in this kind of neighbourhood."

Rose gave him a small smile, "Marty, if I can handle those boys from Wallstreet, I sure as hell can handle this. I appreciate the worry though."

She pulled out her ponytail and grabbed her purse before she opened the door, turning as the window rolled down, "I'll wait until you finish."

Rose turned to lean down to look at Marty with a warmth she never gave to her parents, "I plan to be late, so I'll find my own way home. I'll Uber or cab. Promise. Now go home to Linda...If I need you I will call, besides you're off the clock for the day. Go home."

He shook his head, "Fine...If you were my daughta...Rememba call me for anything."

She gave him a cheesy thumbs up before he drove off. She let out a breath before turning to the bar with bright eyes, before walking up to the door. A few of the smokers turned to stare at her with confused expressions, her appearance visibly different then the rest of the community. She entered the darkly lit bar slowly, noting the touches of homage given to both baseball and motorcycles. Bikers of all ages, with beautifully tattooed ladies, filled the room enjoying jugs of beer and pool. She stood out like a sore thumb and as she walked towards the bar, the conversation obviously lilted. She smirked confidently as she parked herself near the end of the bar, her yellow eyes rising up to meet the bartender who gave her a smile, "Martini or Cosmo, miss?"

She smirked, "I'll take a Jack on the rocks. Make it a double and start a tab...It's been a long fucking day."

The bartender smiled, "Good choice, doll. Let's see if we can make it better."

She set her purse down waiting for her drink when a shadow was cast to the left of her. She looked up to see a slightly greasy boy with dirty blonde hair and a leather jack lean against the bar his semi-handsome face giving her a once over. She gave him a cold smile, "May I help you?"

"I'm just trying to figure out why a girl like you, is in a shithole like this?" he responded quickly.

The bartender came up giving her a drink, frowning at the comment, whilst Rose spoke calmly, "Currently. I am trying to drink in peace, but for some reason, a young buck has come to my side hoping that with his minimal effort line and cheesy smile, I will swoon. Now I appreciate the effort, and on another day I would be charming enough to tell you politely to go away, but I've had a bad one and I just want to enjoy my drink. So fuck off and have a nice day."

She stared him right in the face begging him to retort or comment, her stare cold and confident. The man pulled back slightly, raising his hands, "Alright bitch. It was just a question. Might want to be careful with that mouth though. Most people here don't speak to me like that."

She shook her head flipping him off before turning back around to her drink. She lifted it up sipping it slowly as she leaned against the bar wondering why the hell she decided to come here in the first place. She rubbed her hands through her hair when she noticed a guy at the end of the bar looking at her. He was handsome, bit rough looking, but she could tell that girls probably fell to their knees to get a chance at him. She stared at him back, hoping he would look away like most weak-willed boys would. He didn't though, so she spoke first, "Is there something on my face, asshole?"

She noted the room going silent, not really understanding what happened, but at the same moment not really caring.

Rose turned toward the bartender at his comment then eyed the rest of the bar before returning to the man at the end of the bar. She grimaced at the 'princess' comment, the word reminding her of her father and what he used to call her when she was small. She glared at him, watching him lick his bottom lip with a bit of angry fascination. No one talked to her like that anymore. Not since grade school and she would be damned if he thought he was leaving this bar with the upper hand. He paid some money then proceeded to walk to the door, glaring at her and calling her the same loathsome word. Now to be fair, most days she would handle this more tactfully, but today she was too pissed off so before he was out the door word vomit sprung from her lips, "HEY ASSHOLE. Let me be clear. I don't give a fuck who you think you are, and since you are so up for insulting people, let me tell you something!"

She paused standing up and downing her drink before she walked right up to his face, her yellow eyes now angry as she looked up at him, her voice loud enough so the whole bar would hear, "You think I am one of those girls who lives off her daddies credit card right! RIGHT! Well fuck that, and fuck you. I've worked my ass off for everything I have and if you think I haven't had some smart-ass guy tell me otherwise before you'd be wrong. I've suffered through this judgmental crap for too fucking long, and I am done!"

She leaned up even closer to him, "I'm sure you're used to girls backing down, but I'm not afraid of you. So try me."

Her breathing hitched slightly as her eyes moved from his eyes to his lips, before moving back up to his eyes. Gosh he really was handsome. She felt the silence in the room like a tension fog, wondering who she had actually insulted here. She didn't turn away from him, because that would be a sign of weakness but her brain went on high alert, knowing that he probably could easily kick her ass if she went too far. She clenched her fists, waiting patiently for a response.

Rose crossed her own arms, her stance solid as he stepped up to her, asking if she insulted herself. She was about to speak when he warned her away from him again. She narrowed her eyes, the anger behind her expression quite visible when he offered to take this feud outside. She took a moment looking him up and down before she gave him a smirk, holding up a finger as she stepped away from him towards the bar, grabbing her purse. She opened it and dropped a fifty on the bar, "Keep the change."

She then sauntered back, snatching the cigarette from his lips and putting it between her own, before she shoved past him out into the street. She headed down the steps taking out the cigarette and held out her arm to a guy smoking to the left of her, "Mind helping me out."

The guy lit it and she brought it to her lips, taking in a drag, and letting out some smoke before she turned to the guy who seemed to have followed her out, "Alright prick, we're outside. Just like you wanted, so put me in your fucking planner and pay attention."

She took another drag, before throwing away the cigarette, looking at this stranger fully now, taking in his handsome features. She hadn't seen men like this really before. She lived in a world of men in suits, too smart for their own good, and too concerned with their next buck or hair then her. Not to say she could blame them, she used them for the same reason. This guy was different though. Dangerous. So different than Patrick, with his gelled hair, bronze skin and too white teeth. The thought of her cheating boyfriend only fueled her anger, "I am not in the mood for you tonight. Nope. I have had too bad of a day. You want to know what I just went through. I just lost a billion dollar deal, that took me SEVEN fucking months to work on to my greedy asshole father, RIGHT in front of my shit hole brother and then just to top it off I just caught my FILTHY CHEATING ASS BOYFRIEND FUCKING HIS SECRETARY. WHOM I FUCKING PAID FOR! OH AND LET'S NOT FORGET THE BITCH COMMENT FROM SENATOR SKEEZ BACK THERE. Then you think you can waltz in with your hot ass attitude stating that I should be scared of you!?!?!"

She let out a breath, her tone cold and pointed as she spoke evenly, her anger firing up, "Kiss. My. Ass. YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID OF ME MOTHERFUCKER!"

She looked at the group of bikers around her, watching their wide eyes move over their conversation before one girl let out a giggle. Rose stood up straight when a few of them began laughing. As the laughter increased her bravado fell and she cringed, a look of hurt working over her features. She could handle almost anything, but arguing like this was foolish. It only made her look like an idiot, and that was the one thing she had been trying all day to avoid. She bit her lip for a minute before speaking quietly, her eyes angrily staring at the ground, "This was a mistake...I..I shouldn't have come here."

She started heading down the street, her burgundy hair rolling over her shoulders as she crossed her arms, trying to ward off the cold, and some angry tears.

Rose felt him follow her and stopped turning away from him to rub her eyes before she looked back up at him with a miserable expression. She listened quietly her frown deepening when he called her a bitch. She was beginning to really despise that word. She remained silent though, listening to his opinion to not let those things turn her into a vicious person. She stared at him quietly for a few moments supposing he was right. She did jump down his throat for just looking at her, taking most of the rage that should have been placed on Senator Skeez, her brother and out of everyone her father. She still hated to be called a bitch though.

After her silence, he walked over to his bike grabbing a spare helmet and held it up toward her, offering to take her to a place where she could clear her head. She looked at the bike than him and then to the people at the front of the bar. Deciding, she pulled her purse over her head and grabbed the helmet her tone soft but still edgy, "I live with wolves Sparky, if you ain't vicious you get eaten very quickly."

She pulled the helmet closer, looking away from him as she grumbled an angsty, "I apologize for putting that on you though....even if you were being sassy!"

She slapped the helmet over her head and sauntered up behind him after he got on the motorcycle. She pulled up her dress, showing off the edges of her garter belts as she threw a leg over the back of the bike. She sat down slowly, her nails grazing his chest as she wrapped her arms around his midsection. Once comfortable, she spoke up behind him, "Don't go slow for my sake, Sparky. I can handle any speed you throw at me."

She leaned her cheek against his back, wondering what the hell she was doing. The unwritten handbook for single ladies says that this was a bad decision, but honestly, she had a feeling she would regret it if she declined. Plus the bike was nice and the guy who she was holding seemed warm beneath her. Tomorrow she would go back to her usual calculated, diligent self, but tonight she was the reckless girl who went with the dangerous biker boy, and she was going to enjoy it!