Thread: Bright Young Thing ::: {Prince of Smut & Ariamella}

RE Bright Young Thing Prince Ariamella IMG200x112 Brian Grady Brian woke with a stinging headache the next morning, the empty bottle of whiskey on the table by his bed. Given the late night, he was in no rush to get into his office and took his time bathing, shaving and getting dressed in the hopes that his hangover would fade. Regarding himself critically in the mirror with a towel wrapped around his waist, Brian thought he still had a fair amount of the muscle left from his days playing football at Boston College. That was a relief as he had just turned thirty, although his boyish face with light blue eyes and lighter brown hair still made most people think him much younger. He had a great smile, one he knew the ladies loved, but he'd worked hard at developing a perpetual scowl to make himself look older and more serious while at work. He had an image to maintain in the office, after all. Agent Grady wasn't a happy, young man. No, just the opposite. Intense. Driven. Perfectionist. That's what his colleagues thought of him. Perhaps behind his back they might add self-promotional, political and ambitious. Brian was fine with those backhanded compliments as well. They came as a result of his meteoric rise through the federal prosecutor's office and now the Bureau of Liquor Enforcement. Brian had applied same competitiveness and penchant for self-promotion that had let him walk on and make the Boston College football team to put his career on the fast track working for the feds. And even his current job was just a stepping stone for his end goal, politics. If he played his cards right, there was a Representative Grady, or even a Senator Grady in his future. But his focus today was the prize fight he had arranged of Grady versus Al Capone. At only thirty he'd been handpicked to lead the special task force designed specifically to go after the country's greatest criminal. If Brian played his cards right, taking Big Al down was going to give him the publicity and fame to launch his political career with a bang. All he had to do was keep grinding out victories and wait for his thuggish opponent to make one mistake that would let Brian pin something on him. Any charge at all really, to get Capone behind bars even for a year or two. All Brian needed was just a little luck. And last night's busted raid was troubling him because luck hadn't been in his favor. The secrecy of his plans had been as tight as he could make them and would implicate a mole within his trusted inner circle. Until he found out how that club had been tipped off, Brian was going to have to be very careful in selecting his targets. Some of his agents had interviewed the guests and he was hoping they had reports waiting for him at the office. He was feeling better now and actually looking forward to putting some time in to figure out this mystery. No stranger to working late, Brian spent more time in his office than the small, undecorated apartment he nominally lived in. Shit, that damn dinner was tonight! Judge Westin had invited him to his house this evening. As the senior Federal Judge in this district, the invitation was one that Brian had spent a long time cultivating. Justice Westin was his closest ally in the gangbusting task force and an essential relationship to develop to get easy access to search warrants and phone wire taps. Brian knew how to lay on the charm when needed and had been working Judge Westin since he arrived in Chicago a couple months ago. As annoying as it was to not be able to work all night, Brian would have to do this dinner. It was likely going to be boring, sucking up to an old man with football stories and what not, but the Westins were one of the richest and oldest families in Chicago. They had connections in politics, business and even back in Washington. This was a career building relationship he had to invest in and be on top of his game for.