5 years later in San Francisco…
Peter and Chris were seated beside each other at the round oak table for the meeting. Chris had a glass of whiskey sitting in front of him since he liked the taste and didn’t care about drinking it to get buzzed. Peter hated the taste of all the alcohol here so he didn't get a drink. Peter wasn’t happy about that and had started at the glass and his husband's hands as people talked.
“We are so very sorry, but it was possible to regain only 12 percent of your family’s assets Mr. Hale. In the future, we recommend a more heterogeneous investment portfolio.”
Peter looked up at the man who spoke and glared trying to keep his eyes from flashing, “It’s Hale-Argent I suggest you get that in your head.”
“What do you mean you recommend?” Chris questioned interrupting his husband's spiel, tipping his head and looking at the man, “This investment was also highly recommended by you.”
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Warsaw
“Good evening,” said Finstock as he walked in, heading for his chair at the head of the table.
“Good evening..” chimed the workers at the table.
“Have you packed all your shit already?” Matt asked, looking at Stiles cockily.
“Please, could anyone tell me what the hell happened here yesterday?” Finstock asked after he got comfortable in his chair ignoring Matt.
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“I expect a refund.” Peter announced, “and five-percent interest.”
“That's impossible.” the man said looking at the wolf with wide eyes.
“Refund and ten percent interest,” Chris added smiling at his husband a bit then looking at the man.
A door slammed and two werewolves, his nephew Derek and a pack beta Boyd, entered before standing behind the man that the Hale-Argents were talking to. Peter looked at them and smirked before looking at the man in front of them, “You have until the end of the month.” He declared looking to his husband to smile back at him.
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“My question here is: How the fuck did this fucking happen?!” yelled Finstock, before he calmed himself to speak softer, “ Hmm? Someone, fucking tell me”
“You should ask Stilinski.” chided Matt then looked right at Stiles to sneer, “Excuse my language but you do need to have actual balls to do this job.” Matt looked at Finstock but turned to Stiles as he finished speaking.
Finstock looked at Matt bored then turned to Stiles as Matt finished speaking. Finstock had subtly rolled his eyes at Matt's comment but he didn’t say anything to him to correct his behavior.
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Can't you see that I'm bound in chains?
RomancePeter and Chris Hale-Argent are members of the French Mafia family and Stiles is a sales director. He does not expect that on a trip to Versailles trying to save his relationship, Peter and Chris will kidnap him and give him 365 days to fall in love...
