A s*x Slave Assassin's Revenge

Chapter 2. Proud

“Yes. That’s much faster than expected. No. The arrangements are not in place yet. Very well, Saturday evening. No, I said Saturday, not before. I’ll trust you to take care of the details.”

“Trouble at the office dear?” Mrs Everwood asked her husband. She had long since gotten used to him having to take work calls at all hours, after almost twenty years he had never said exactly what it was that he did at work, he would normally just say that he provided whatever the client needed, or if he suddenly had to travel, that he had a mess to clean up.

Whatever it was that her husband did, Lilly only cared that it he seemed to enjoy it and that he was clearly very good at it given the lifestyle he had kept them in. The only downside was that he did often need to take calls or travel at odd times; the hazards of international business.

“It's nothing I hadn’t been expecting, but not so soon. I’d really hoped I would have more time to deal with it. I’m afraid I will need to leave for a while this Saturday, but not until I’ve seen you show those friends of yours what an Everwood can do with a paintball gun.” Mr Everwood replied, turning from his wife and directing the second half of his answer to Rachael, giving her one of his confident, proud smiles that made Rachael not just want to live up to his expectations, but know that she could.

As the sun rose on Saturday morning Rachael leapt out of bed, she knew she had a full day ahead of her but she was bursting with energy and far too excited to lay around, so she threw on a pair of shorts, a vest and her running shoes.

“Even today, young miss?” Heston asked as Rachael burst out of her bedroom and made an early start on her usual morning routine of worrying Heston and going for a run.

“Every day, Hesty!” Rachael cheerfully called back, smiling uncontrollably before running down the stairs, multiple steps at a time. She was so happy. Rachael loved running and doing anything physical, and she had so much to look forward to today.

“Please don’t forget, your guests will be arriving at noon.”

“Don’t worry, thank you!” Rachael called back as she ran out the front door, her mind instantly and completely focused now on the tower at the top of the hill. Today would be the day she broke twenty-seven minutes to get there.

“She’s some girl we’ve raised, isn’t she?” Mr Everwood said to his wife, watching from their bedroom balcony as Rachael ran through the gardens and disappeared up the forest path to the hill.

“I could never have dreamed I’d have a daughter so strong and focused.” He mused out loud.

“And she’s growing into a true beauty, although I might be biased as everyone says she looks so much like me.” Mrs Everwood added, still sat in bed.

“Then she truly must be. I’m sorry I woke you so early darling, I just wanted to soak as much of today in as I could before I leave tonight.” He replied, briefly looking deeply saddened before quickly smiling back at her.

“Come back to bed, we’ve plenty of time before anyone is due to arrive and as you have woken me so early…” She gave her husband the same look which had eventually led to Rachael being born.

Several hours later, Rachael returned from her run to see the estate in full motion. The grounds keeper had an inner need to make things ‘presentable’ and was hard at work planting flowers into the banks of the ramps which had been dug in the creation of the quad bike track.

A swarm of various hired help were buzzing around the grounds, erecting a massive marquee tent and cinema size projection screen, setting up tables, chairs, an array of food stations which would put any street market to shame, a changing area and holding areas for the paint balling equipment and the quad bikes which were currently being unloaded from a small convoy of trucks. There was even a huge score board being built.

The Everwoods never did anything small. Rachael’s entire class had been invited, there were going to be thirty girls present including Rachael and there would be more than enough of everything that no one would have to share or wait for anything (When Rachael was born, having decided none of the nearby schools were good enough, Mr Everwood had founded a private, girl’s school not far from the estate. So, when Rachael was old enough, she had been guaranteed a place in the extremely selective and expensive girls academy which shared her last name).

Rachael jogged down and wandered through the maelstrom of productivity, fliting between the food stalls, asking each what they were going to be making and making her way to where the bikes and paint ball guns were being tested and checked for use.

Rachael approached everyone with an enthusiastic smile, and in turn, everyone had time to talk to her and were all willing to let her try what ever she wanted, not just because her father had paid them all exceptionally well, but because they all truly liked her and respected her family. She buzzed around the gardens until she had explored everything and spoken to everyone, then ran back towards the house to get showered and dressed.

Rachael’s mother and father had of course greeted each of Rachael’s friends as they arrived, but prompted by Mr Everwood, had retreated to the house to give them space to let loose and enjoy themselves without having to worry about the confines of proper etiquette around their hosts.

They sat out on the grand balcony, watching as the girls were all shown how to safely use the paint ball guns and quad bikes, then separate into teams and begin the games.

“That’s my girl!” Mr Everwood cheered as he saw Rachael’s name appear at the top of the giant scoreboard after the first quad bike race. He deeply believed in competition and had instilled it as part of the teachings of the school he had founded, so all of Rachael’s friends would appreciate the scoreboard, but he had told them to make it as big as he had so that he could see it clearly from the house.

“I’m not certain that this is entirely the sort of activity young ladies should be taking part in, and they all seem to be so aggressive.” Mrs Everwood said, slightly shocked, as she watched the girls repeatedly ignore the safety advice they had been given, cutting each other off and intentionally nudging each other into the hay bail safety walls which had been put up in places.

“They’ve all been taught to do what it takes to win. They’ll clobber each other on the field and then be friends again the second they step off it, it’s not personal, it’s about winning. And most importantly, Rachael is in first place.” Mr Everwood seemed to actually be glowing with pride.

“I will never fully understand you two.” Mrs Everwood replied, shaking her head while continuing to nervously watch the race, flinching slightly every time one of the girls bumped another or came off her bike. Now she understood why they seemed to have been given back braces, light body armour and helmets.

“You asked me to remind you when it was seven o’clock, Mr Everwood.” Heston lent down and quietly said to Mr Everwood.

“Yes… Thank you, Heston.”

“I have taken the liberty of arranging luggage and having the car readied per Miss Green’s request.”

“Very good. You’re a good man Heston.”

“I merely do as is required, sir.” Heston bowed, and retreated back into the house to give Mr and Mrs Everwood a moment alone.

“I truly wish that I didn’t need to go.” Mr Everwood said, reluctantly putting his drink down and standing.

“Whatever it is that you need to do, I am certain you will take care of it. You always do. Just, please try not to be away too long dear.” Mrs Everwood replied, her voice filled with love.

“I truly love you Lilly Everwood. Please say goodbye to Rachael for me. She’s having so much fun and I couldn’t bring myself to interrupt it.” He answered, taking a knee at his wife’s side and kissing her, before tearing himself away and heading downstairs. As he left the balcony, Cynthia fell in at his side to walk with him.

“Everything has been arranged. You will be met at the pre-agreed location and taken by helicopter to your meeting. Per your instructions, I have left all arrangements for the other side to the local branch.”

“Thank you, Cynthia. I will be in touch with follow up instructions. You’d best go join Mrs Everwood for a bit and stay here tonight, there will be a lot of clean up to arrange tomorrow.”

“As you wish.”

Cynthia peeled off and returned upstairs, while Mr Everwood left the house, got into the waiting car and left.