The Shadow Walkers

"Clara, clear all my meetings," I turned to her. "Mr. Biersack, he will arrive shortly."

Her eyes grew wide and so did her mouth. "As- as- as in-"

"Yes the wealthiest man blah blah, i am doing an interview so intruding me." I stated signing of on the latest print before it goes int he public, "and no i don't need you take notes i will handle this myself thank you."

"He is also rated the 3th hottest man alive." Clara groaned. "What i can do with that man under the sheets, he will scream my name." More like you screaming his name. I just rolled my eyes and walked into my office. I leaned back grabbing my cell. "Miss, Jones." My maid Laura muttered.

"I want you to take Dean to the vet, he has a itch." i grumbled opening up my laptop. "And i need you not to feed Cass his treats, he has been a very naughty boy."

"Of course Miss. Jones, while you were out your father called; he told me to tell you he will be in New-York this weekend."

Great; i don't have time for this. "Laura i will be out this weekend with a friend, but i suppose before i go i can go to his hotel, thank you for letting me know." i slammed the phone shut and walked back into the lobby. "Clara i need you to call my dad, say i will meet him at his hotel-" I looked up to see Andy with a small smile on his expression. He looked like an all American guy; wearing black skinny jeans, combat boots, a black vest and a button up red shirt with a loose tie around his neck. "At noon." i whispered finally completing my sentence. "Mr. Biersack, you made it." Holding out my hand.

He stride towards me shaking it softly. "I won't miss it for the world." He turned to Clara and gave her a nod before entering my office.

"Oh my god," She breathed, "He is even hotter in person."

"Just don't." I protested with a shake of my head. "No." i walked into my office and slammed the door with my foot, Andrew was already seated across from my chair, one leg across the other. "Thank you for doing this Mr. Biersack."

His finger trailed down his chin just gazing at me. "Can we get started it?"

I scrolled on the laptop and leaned back. "You have the world in your hands, as some would say in recent interviews, even though you don't do many; why do you think you can take over the world Mr. Biersack?"

"Its all about Power, commandment i have the power as you say to make people what i want them to do."

"I have noticed yes." i grumble typing the notes on my laptop. "You stroke gold just little over five years, your father Chris handed all his assets to you, do you think your division it in parts that are not so suitable for the business you have build up?"

"Where are you going with this?" He asked narrowing his eyes.

"Its a simple Question Mr. Biersack. answer it." I demanded softly typing away, i grabbed my glasses placing it on my eyes as i gaze back it him. "Or you uncertain on what to do with your billions?"

"I own over twenty recording studios, and of course brought the warped tour into action after it was delayed for over two years of cause of my father's death,"

"So was it the music that intrigue you in the media of bands, or is it just a force adjustment your father laid on you after his passing?"

"I always loved music, still do. In my free time i write song with my fellow- workers, even though i don't perform i still enjoy viewing it behind a glass steel wall or on the side lines."

I nodded leaning back into my chair. "What do you do in your free time?" I asked with a small smile not trying to laugh my ass off."Hobbies?"

"I like to skate, sing." He whispered licking his bottom lip. "And some sports if i can say that."

I burst from laughter. "Uh.. yeah some sports that include?" Whipping, spanking. "Lots of hand sports."

He gave a chuckle and shook his head. "Maxine please," he stood up. "For some reason you want to expose me?"

"Why would i do that Andrew?" I asked shifting in my chair. " If i exposed the shadow walkers i will expose myself as well, why would the editor in chief know of these?"

"Your father is Michael Jones correct?" i sighed and nodded. "Love his work."

"He is the owner of the Palace, its basically a whore's hotel."

"Like i said i love his work." He pulled out a paper and slide it over to me. "Sign these, you can't talk about our weekend or what we will be doing, i will wait."

I groaned heavily grabbing the pen signing it. I hand it back to him with a pout. "Happy?"

"So, so much."

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