SortOfBeautiful
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Richard Wallace was a hard working man. To that man in his late fifties, there was no such thing as a day off. His time, energy, money, and effort was all put in to the hotel he helped build in his mid-twenties, The Casablanca. It was a beautiful, luxurious hotel on the Las Vegas strip. Over the years, the hotel and casino only grew bigger, and taller. The lights and attractions flashier. It attracted all sorts of characters; your typical tourists who wanted to splurge, businessmen and women, and...unknown to many, like his daughter, Katheryn Wallace, it also housed the men that worked under Mr. Wallace from his other occupation as a private weapons dealer.
Business was good. Real good. On both ends. And it had been for years. If ever one wasn't providing a high income to pay the bills and pay off debts, the other would pick up the slack. So, the Wallace family was living very comfortably. But currently, the last of the Wallace family was Richard, and his only daughter, Katheryn, whose mother died during childbirth.
He was a good father, Kate would agree with that. Did he know how to raise child? Definitely not. Her whole life, she spent under the supervision of paid hotel staff and assistants that looked after her. But her dad still spoiled her and protected her, especially in knowing that there was no way he should raise a little girl and continue in the business he did. And yet, here he was, 27 years later, still in business. And that blonde beauty of a daughter had turned out wonderfully, still. No matter how hard-headed and spoiled she really was.
"Mr. Wallace, you have a visitor." Came the voice of a woman on the speakerphone on his desk, alerting Richard Wallace. He slowly shook his head, even if it couldn't be seen.
"Not now." Was all he grumbled back as he signed the documents on his desk. He wasn't expecting anyone, and he had to catch up in his hotel paperwork before he could take the time to have a meeting. There was a long pause on the other end of the phone, and then,
"Says his name is Fletcher." The woman came back on the line, a little bit of irritation in her voice.
The recognition of the name caused Mr. Wallace to stop writing, his pen falling from his fingers and onto the paper. Fletcher. Yes, he knew a Fletcher. It had been years. A damn good employee and asset from years ago, and only 18 at the time. He had a lot of potential. He respected the young man, and expected even more good things to come from him in the future. Only he quit. Or at least, he wanted to. Richard Wallace was desperate not to lose him though, and he knew about Marcus' involvement and relationship with Kate. The two thought that they were so sneaky, so secretive. Perhaps they forgot that he had eyes everywhere. The only reason why their relationship lasted as long as it did, was because he allowed it to.
He used that information against Marcus, and told the young boy that if he wanted to leave, he'd have to agree to never see Kate again. Under any circumstances. He thought that if this young man really cared about his little girl, he wouldn't leave, right? Wrong. Marcus agreed, and left town. Leaving Richard Wallace to pick up the pieces of his broken-hearted daughter.
But it couldn't be the same Fletcher, could it? Richard turned his head, staring at the black phone on his desk as if looking at it would give him all of the answers he needed. Was this just a simple hello? Or was this business.
"He won't leave, sir." The woman spoke again, sounding even more irritated now. Yes, this was definitely Marcus.
"Where's Katheryn?" He asked, first. He didn't want her having any knowledge of Marcus' arrival, and he wanted her no where near his office.
There was a long pause. The receptionist was checking the cameras.
"She's in the poker pit, sir. Handling a hostile guest." The woman finally answered.
"Good, then bring him up."
Business was good. Real good. On both ends. And it had been for years. If ever one wasn't providing a high income to pay the bills and pay off debts, the other would pick up the slack. So, the Wallace family was living very comfortably. But currently, the last of the Wallace family was Richard, and his only daughter, Katheryn, whose mother died during childbirth.
He was a good father, Kate would agree with that. Did he know how to raise child? Definitely not. Her whole life, she spent under the supervision of paid hotel staff and assistants that looked after her. But her dad still spoiled her and protected her, especially in knowing that there was no way he should raise a little girl and continue in the business he did. And yet, here he was, 27 years later, still in business. And that blonde beauty of a daughter had turned out wonderfully, still. No matter how hard-headed and spoiled she really was.
"Mr. Wallace, you have a visitor." Came the voice of a woman on the speakerphone on his desk, alerting Richard Wallace. He slowly shook his head, even if it couldn't be seen.
"Not now." Was all he grumbled back as he signed the documents on his desk. He wasn't expecting anyone, and he had to catch up in his hotel paperwork before he could take the time to have a meeting. There was a long pause on the other end of the phone, and then,
"Says his name is Fletcher." The woman came back on the line, a little bit of irritation in her voice.
The recognition of the name caused Mr. Wallace to stop writing, his pen falling from his fingers and onto the paper. Fletcher. Yes, he knew a Fletcher. It had been years. A damn good employee and asset from years ago, and only 18 at the time. He had a lot of potential. He respected the young man, and expected even more good things to come from him in the future. Only he quit. Or at least, he wanted to. Richard Wallace was desperate not to lose him though, and he knew about Marcus' involvement and relationship with Kate. The two thought that they were so sneaky, so secretive. Perhaps they forgot that he had eyes everywhere. The only reason why their relationship lasted as long as it did, was because he allowed it to.
He used that information against Marcus, and told the young boy that if he wanted to leave, he'd have to agree to never see Kate again. Under any circumstances. He thought that if this young man really cared about his little girl, he wouldn't leave, right? Wrong. Marcus agreed, and left town. Leaving Richard Wallace to pick up the pieces of his broken-hearted daughter.
But it couldn't be the same Fletcher, could it? Richard turned his head, staring at the black phone on his desk as if looking at it would give him all of the answers he needed. Was this just a simple hello? Or was this business.
"He won't leave, sir." The woman spoke again, sounding even more irritated now. Yes, this was definitely Marcus.
"Where's Katheryn?" He asked, first. He didn't want her having any knowledge of Marcus' arrival, and he wanted her no where near his office.
There was a long pause. The receptionist was checking the cameras.
"She's in the poker pit, sir. Handling a hostile guest." The woman finally answered.
"Good, then bring him up."
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