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OOC: Continuing Long Lost Broether story. Mirrored at Dreamwidth.
Van hoped that Hsu would already be out on the slopes. He usually liked to hit the slopes early, but when he called Theo, he was surprised to hear they were still at breakfast. “Yeah, we got a bit of a later start than planned this morning.” Theo explained. The security chief thought he heard Van groan. “What is it? A problem with the football star? Okay, I’ll hand you over.”
Hsu should have been in a good mood. He was at one of his favourite ski resorts with world-class runs. Last night, he’d picked up a very hot blonde for a quick fuck which, though very good and she didn’t mind rough sex, had continued for longer than he intended. Not just that, she didn’t want to leave, but instead sleep with him. In the end, he’d kicked her out. The result was, he’d had less sleep than he’d planned, and wasn’t in the best of moods. “What is it, Van der Merwe?” He was the only one who called Van by his last name. “Just spit it out.” It wasn’t like any of his men to stumble over their words. That Van just had wasn’t a good sign. There was a moment of silence.
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Van hoped that Hsu would already be out on the slopes. He usually liked to hit the slopes early, but when he called Theo, he was surprised to hear they were still at breakfast. “Yeah, we got a bit of a later start than planned this morning.” Theo explained. The security chief thought he heard Van groan. “What is it? A problem with the football star? Okay, I’ll hand you over.”
Hsu should have been in a good mood. He was at one of his favourite ski resorts with world-class runs. Last night, he’d picked up a very hot blonde for a quick fuck which, though very good and she didn’t mind rough sex, had continued for longer than he intended. Not just that, she didn’t want to leave, but instead sleep with him. In the end, he’d kicked her out. The result was, he’d had less sleep than he’d planned, and wasn’t in the best of moods. “What is it, Van der Merwe?” He was the only one who called Van by his last name. “Just spit it out.” It wasn’t like any of his men to stumble over their words. That Van just had wasn’t a good sign. There was a moment of silence.
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