Commentary: This chapter reflects the celebration of Paragon being accepted as a nation. Although it is still not known to the public. Charles, Abe, Bill, and crew all hang out in New Yorka. While doing so, ABE gets a surprise guest lady on his lap in the back of the nightclub. See HOME? 1 to get caught up on the story.
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Hours later, in a luxurious Asian restaurant named TAH in New York, Olympia, Charles, Abe, Bill, Orchid, and other colleagues are celebrating Paragon’s new acceptance as a true nation. The people in the restaurant don't know. But the crew knows. The news of Charles’ creation being the accepted as the world’s newest nation is such a new event that the world doesn't know it is official yet.
Bill, Charles’ bodyguard set the evening up. In a private room, a side of Charles that has never been seen before (except by Bill) has come out. Charles is spraying champagne on his forehead. Women are feeding him small hors d’oeuvres. Not in his usual range of behavior at all.
Bill watches as he knows how hard Charles has worked to get the country recognized.
At one time, Paragon was one vast land with literally nothing. No infrastructure, no trade, no citizens, nothing. Now it is a steady contributor weaved into the international scene and is one of the most efficient nations in the world. The land features glow-in-the-dark streets, as an alternative to using power at night. The trees and grass are bio-luminescent. When first seeing this phenomenon, one would think they are in a fictional movie. The people there are in shape, and they love each other. Although people are people, for the most part, Paragon has little to no crime.
Citizens have to be screened not only to visit, but to be approved citizenship. Every citizen has to play their part. If they get into continuous trouble, and don't contribute to society in some way, they are told to leave for another country, or they are swapped out with a person who wants more. There is no lack of these kinds of people in a neighboring country, Golia, where opportunity is scarce.
As these thoughts go through Bill’s brain, he sees Charles letting loose. For once, letting alcohol get the best of him; not worrying about the press chastising him.
In the private room, the music is blasting with a private DJ. A few of the world’s musicians stop by to speak to Charles, and almost every elite business person in New Yorka is outside the room waiting for a chance to talk to one of the richest men in the world. The majority of those men are con men and snakes, which is why Bill has the area cordoned off, especially to strangers.
Orchid’s friends are flirting with random men and women who want to join their private party. They have a "you can't be with us" rude girl persona going on at the moment. At this party, Orchid has that right. She focuses and makes sure Charles' tasks are completed and done well. She is a morally ethical woman, and handles her business accordingly.
In the private room, overlooking the restaurant, the lights are similar to those in Paragon.
There are green, blue, and red flashing lights. The room is dark. All attending are suited and booted. The women have accommodating clothing for the fall. Orchid is wearing thigh high boots, and although Charles is clearly intoxicated, he makes sure that his assistant is okay. He looks at her as a daughter.
Abe is also doing an Urban Legend. He is drinking, but unlike his dad, he is more reserved. He is sitting in the back, scoping everything. As a fighter pilot, that is what he is used to. Overseeing the skies in Paragon, and the instruments of the aircraft. He sees a few women eye him. Some walk up to him, and one sits on his lap. She is his type. She is wearing a purple dress, with gold accents.
Clubgirl
“Hi, sir.”
Abe
“I see you got comfortable rather fast.”
Abe puts his hand on her thigh as she sits on his lap.
Clubgirl
“There were no more seats.”
Abe smirks. Then looks at her legs, her calves. Her Achilles. Her black heels, with the highlighted, orange bottom.
Abe
“I see.”
Clubgirl
“So, aren’t you a musician or something. Or is the older guy one?”
Abe
“No, babe. Far from that. Very far from that.”
Clubgirl
“Don’t lie to me. I know who you are.”
Abe
“I’m not lying. I don’t even live here. I live in Paragon. So I am sure you don't know.”
Clubgirl
“I saw you on television earlier. In an interview, but the volume wasn't up. So I just assumed.”
Abe nods. He smells the soft fragrance on the woman's body.
Clubgirl
“Now, Paragon. Isn’t that new country where everything is so nice?”
Abe looks into the crowd, and leans back. Thinking about the land that he is ready to return to. The bioluminescent trees, the delicious fruit, the turquoise blue ocean, the desert, and the mountains. All in one. All in sight forty thousand feet into the sky.
Abe
“Yup. It's very nice.”
Clubgirl
“That must be where your second home is. I bet it's a lot better than this corrupt country.”
Abe
“I think Olympia is getting better now that those idiots who were running it into the ground are locked away. And, I’m actually a pilot over in Paragon. We live there.”
Clubgirl
“Stop lying to me. I know who you are. You’re no pilot.”
Abe (chuckling)
“I’m telling you, sweetie. I’m not an athlete, musician, nothing. All this you see here is from that guy right there.”
Abe points at Charles.
The woman sees him drinking a glass of champagne. Talking to a group of men who look like they work on Floor Street, the financial district in Olympia. Abe figures they are talking to him so they can get some of that “A28 money” as it is worth over two million dollars per pound. That’s how potent the mineral is. It has the ability to make water into fuel, and has its own special effects on human life. Which haven’t been disclosed to the public.
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Clubgirl
“He is handsome. Is that your friend?”
Abe glances at his father and shakes his head humorously.
Abe (chuckles)
“Funny. Noooo. He is my dad. Don't give him that much credit.”
Clubgirl
“Oh, I know who he is. He is that guy who was hostage with the President a few months ago.”
She takes a deep breath.
Clubgirl
“I am safe over here, right?”
Abe
“You see that guy over there?”
Abe points. The woman looks; she sees Bill and him holding his hand inside his blazer. Showing he is ready to protect Charles at anytime. Along with the other ten agents guarding the room. The woman notices.
Abe looks at her.
Abe
“You're fine.”
Abe then changes the subject as the DJ changes the song on the club speakers.
The hook to the hip hop song says, “Watch we wake up all the neighbors, when we make love.”
The song sets the tone. Abe's hazel eyes meet the girl’s hazel eyes. He grabs her leg even harder as the bass line to the song rises. It goes through both of their bodies. The vibration travels from Sisa's legs, her thighs, and her lower belly.
She feels a jolt of energy. Abe goes for it.
Abe
So, what’s your name?
Clubgirl
“Sisa.”
Abe
“Say again, it’s loud in here. You got to get used to screaming when with me, sweetie.”
She puts her lips on the tips of his ear. Abe feels her soft breath.
Clubgirl
“I hope this is close enough. Si-Sa. Like Sea Saw. Without the W. Sisa.”
Abe
“Ah. Sisa. Nice name. Abe here.”
Sisa.
“I like that name. It is kind of heroic. And easy for people to understand. Unlike mine.”
Abe looks into her eyes. She is gorgeous. Just his type. Tattoo on her neck, just above the ear. Hidden and professional. Curly hair, soft skin, and she smells like a small hint of perfume.
Charles looks back at his son. He holds his glass up. Abe returns the gesture.
Sisa
“That's cool that you guys can hang out like this.”
Abe
“No. No. This is actually the first time we have done this. And this wasn’t supposed to happen. My dad doesn’t come out in public that often.”
Sisa
“Oh.”
Abe
“So since you know so much about me. What do you do for a living?”
Sisa
“I’m an attorney. Litigation.”
Abe
“Get the fuck out of here. I didn’t know Attorneys sit on random guys’ laps in clubs?”
Sisa
“I didn’t know pilots got drunk with their fathers. Not just any pilot either, you are the royal son of a nation’s leader.”
Abe
“Hey, Hey. We’re hanging. And celebrating something big.”
Sisa
“I see.”
Abe
“But I do like the way your thigh feels on mine.”
Sisa
“Do you really?”
Abe
“Yeah.”
She locks eyes with Abe. Abe tells her to come closer. He begins to whisper in her ear.
Abe
“So are you representing the plaintiff or defendant?”
He softly grabs her hair.
Sisa
“What are you talking about??”
Abe
“You smell so innocent, but as I got closer to you and your skin told me that you’re internally guilty.”
Sisa
“Guilty of what?”
Abe
“Invading a captain’s space. You sat that sexy ass of yours on my left femur. Causing my quadriceps to warm up a little too soon.”
She holds her breath.
Abe (speaking in her ear)
“I’m just trying to figure out why you sat on my leg. Why mine? With your fine ass.”
She feels his surface lips touch the tip of her ears.
Sisa
“I told you. There were no other seats or anywhere else to sit. And my feet were hurting.”
Sisa
“And I may like you a little bit.”
Abe looks at her foot. It has a detailed tattoo of a flower on her foot.
Abe
“Swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth?”
Sisa
“No.”
They lock lips. He grabs her lower back. Squeezes her left bicep. Then he wraps his fingers around her neck. As their lips pull away, Sisa’s teeth softly grab hold of his bottom lip.
Sisa moves back. Out of breath. Abe looks at her. Charles looks to the back and see’s his son caressing the chica. With the hip hop and pop music playing over the loud speakers, Charles feels like he is Abe’s age again. Not minding Abe.
Charles looks around the venue. Seeing how it can be better. This is what he does. He analyzes. Although he has champagne on his shoulder. It’s a unique night. It’s different. Bill is still on duty. But he and his son are having a night out like they are fraternal brothers. Tonight is a night that Charles took his hat off. Same with Abe.
Chapter Three: Oaths ( Available, Nov. 27)
Me and my Dobbbbbie.