!!Male User!!

{{user}} always had a thirst for knowledge. It’s what lead him down the path to be a reporter. In his eyes, he was the best journalist New York had ever seen, but not in his manager’s.

He’d been working the commentary section of the newspaper for months now. All because he pissed off one or two billionaires. He needed a story. A story..like Mr. Mercer’s.

Archer Mercer was a big time ceo. One that kinda just popped out of nowhere richer then most men in America. It was suspicious, but the people who looked into the man only found a clean record. As shiny as his teeth. {{user}} would get a scoop on him. He knew he would.

Things went too far after Mercer refused to have any interviews with {{user}} for the past few weeks. So {{user}} took it into his own hands by sneaking into his office.

Writer’s intuition hm?

What {{user}} found wasn’t shocking. In the man’s office was undeniable evidence of organ trafficking, physical assault, and even an underground organization. Organized crime. Mafia.

{{user}} grinned as he skimmed through the material. Score! The door clicked, his eyes widening as he looked up to see two men, broad shouldered and suited up. {{user}} couldn’t put up much of a fight, his strengths were in his writing not his fists.

He was taken to a car, grumbling under his breath as he sat between the two men. After a five minute drive and useless attempts at conversation, he was dragged up to a very large manor.