Eight
Working for the CIA could be a lot of fun at times.
Sure, there were the high-profile cases that everyone knew about. The president who would never stop tweeting. The activist that received threatening messages from an alt-right group. The war mission in another country that was led and sanctioned by a former boss who later became president.
When Eduardo was young, everything he’d learned in the CIA was mind-blowing. Someone killed who and covered it up? Someone had a serious coke problem while they were running the country? Someone who had a whole another family he kept quiet?
Nowadays, nothing fazed the man with a goatee and a bit of salt in his pepper hair. While he was no longer a spring chicken, he showed the new recruits he still had it and could find them within hours of a last appearance.
He lived his life anonymously and enjoyed the pleasures of being unknown that came with it. No one could describe Eduardo accept he always seemed to beabout. He wasaboutthis tall. He had hair that wasaboutthis length. The music he listened to soundedaboutlike that.
Of course, Eduardo kept his private life just that. His family, consisting of parents, and many brothers and sisters knew he worked for the CIA, but never asked too many questions. Eduardo was thankful for their privacy.
He did not want to explain how he was living with his Domme girlfriend, her husband, who was one of his best friends, and occasionally participated in group sex with the other two submissives and another best friend, who was in the truck with him.
Some things, Mama and Papa did not need to concern themselves with.
As Eduardo Gonzales listened to the playback of Aaliyah’s and Ocean’s time together, he was stuck on one part in particular. Not their various orgasms. Not their dirty talk. Not even when they had dinner.
O, my past…
Eduardo rewound the recording.
O, my past…
He rewound it again.
O, my past…
“Her past?” Eduardo played back the recording. He skipped the sex – if he wasn’t personally having it, he didn’t want to listen to anyone else participating – and went back to the pertinent piece of conversation. “What past is she referring to?”
“Oh, this one.” Dominic Carter pulled out Aaliyah’s dossier and gave it to his friend. He was a fit, blonde male with light eyes and a Guns N’ Roses addiction. “If it was something as simple as nude modeling or offensive tweets, it would be easy to clean up. This, however, is a bit harder.”
Eduardo opened the file and read up on Aaliyah. Everything seemed simple and easy until the juicy part of what made her a problematic life partner for Ocean. “Holy shit. I think I remember her. Yeah, she always did prayer, incense, and white sage during her sessions.”
“That’s the one. Everything is seemingly scrubbed off the web, but I’m sure there is someone with a good memory and playback to expose her.” Dominic added. “Worst yet, she knows what’s in here.” He motioned to the complex.
“Does Ocean know about her past?”
“We still don’t know if he knows and playing stupid about it or he doesn’t know at all.” Dominic questioned. “Even Jay is wondering how much Ocean knows. I get the feeling even if he doesn’t know, once he finds out, it won’t change anything how he feels about her.”
“Daddy Ellison?” Eduardo asked.
“Daddy Ellison knows about the dossier and it was given to him.” Dominic paused. “He got the clean version.”
“Jay?” Eduardo asked and Dominic shook his head. “Who?”
“We don’t know for sure but we have an idea who did. Jay’s on his way to Vegas to fix the problem before it becomes a bigger issue.” Dominic yawned. “For now, we just have to keep monitoring the situation until it reveals itself.”
“A tattoo artist, a California senator, and a sordid past they’re trying to keep under wraps?” Eduardo shook his head. “Now, that’s a drama I’ll pay money to watch.”
“If things go as planned,” Dominic shrugged, “we’ll have a front row seat for free.”
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It was rare for Jackson Fischer to be involved in other people’s affairs.
It wasn’t that he didn’t care. He cared as much as the next person. Enough to read a story online about it, maybe carejust enough,but then he’ll move onto the next topic a few minutes later. Jackson was a man of simple pleasures and tried to live a simple life despite his lifestyle.
