Moonlight Fan Fiction
There's Always Work
By Ella713
Rated PG
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
When a powerful vampire faults Mila for losing his case he plots to get rid of her and her firm.
Laurence Hamilton was impeccably dressed as always, but today he took extra care. The IRS had discovered his "creative way" to deal with taxes owed and they weren't thrilled about it. And now he had to appear in court to answer for it. Answer for it? Humans were so delightful when they were angry about money. When he first received the notification he was amused by it, but when they sent one of their men to his place of business to do an audit, he became concerned. Now it seemed they were asking for more!
At a friend's recommendation he consulted with Ferguson and Associates. Their reputation was outstanding and he had heard that they handled all legal matters pertaining to vampires. He had his reservations when he spoke with the head attorney. She looked to be a mere child. Surely this had to be some kind of joke, but after speaking with her he discovered that she was one of those gifted children that parents cross their fingers and hope for. She promised to take his case and commit her very best tax attorneys to finding out what had displeased the IRS. The disdain in her voice when she spoke of humans very much mirrored his own and he felt quite confident in her abilities.
"Mr. Hamilton" The judge said to him as Laurence stood up. "We the court find that you are guilty of Income Tax Evasion and find that you owe the United States Government 1.3 billion dollars" He said striking the gavel down. "This court is adjourned." The judge said walking out of the courtroom.
Laurence stared in disbelief not believing what he just heard. He turned to look at Mila who appeared calm.
"I thought you were able to fix this?" He said in a low growl.
"I told you I would try. This was a slap on the hand compared to them bankrupting your entire company. Tax laws are finite. They can't be overwritten. All you can hope for is a lower cost fee which I got you. That's all anyone can do Mr. Hamilton." Mila said gathering her files and placing them in briefcase.
"Bullshit!!" He said loudly banging his fist on the table. The bailiffs looked sharply over with their hands on their weapons. Mila held her hand up and shook her head at them.
"Mr. Hamilton. If you wish to contest this verdict you will have to file an appeal and if you wish for the vampire Counsel to become involved, I will initiate that for you as well, but my hands are tied. Legally those are your only options" Mila said calmly.
"You are no more than a grifter!!" He said quickly taking off. Mila rolled her eyes. But she wasn't surprised. Where money was concerned vampires and mortals were exactly the same. They both hated giving it up. Laurence Hamilton knew that he had to pay taxes on his corporation and chose not to pay them. The repercussions were on him and him alone.
Mila needs to unwind. She went to one of her favorite watering holes. She walked in and all the men looked up as the very pretty blonde walked in and sat at a table by herself and ordered a bourbon.
One clean cut, professional young man approached her table with a bright smile.
"Would you like some company?" He suavely asked. Mila looked up from her iPad.
"No" She said firmly and went back to what she was doing. The guy looking disappointed walked back to where he was seated at the bar.
"She shot you down huh?" The Bartender said with a joking smile. "Yeah, you're not her type" He said.
"Oh yeah? And just what is her type?" The man asked.
"She comes in here every now and again and takes some lucky fellow home, but she never sees them again. And trust me a few have tried giving her the hard sell but no can do. She only likes the blue collar sort. Policeman, Fireman, Construction workers." The bartender explained looking over at Mila, thinking again that maybe it was time for him to approach her. But he knew he would get turned down like all the others.
"Who is she?" The man asked.
"Nobody knows. She doesn't tell anyone about herself".
Mila laid back in the comfortable bed on her boat sighing in satisfaction. She looked over at the man named Jimmy who was a very honest, hard working on leave Marine.
"That was amazing" She said with a smile still breathing hard.
"You almost killed me" He said jokingly breathing as hard as she was.
"It's been a rough week. I needed this" She said. Jimmy rolled over on his side and began to kiss her nipple.
"You know, I'll be here all week before I'm shipped back to the base" He said with hope in his eyes.
"Best to save your energy for what you must do in Afghanistan". Mila said already becoming bored with Jimmy from Pennsylvania. "Now you have to go" Mila said sitting up and grabbing her robe from the nearby chair.
"I still have some time" He said playfully pulling the sheet back from his beautiful form showing her he was ready for her again. Mila smiled.
"A second time would surely kill you" She said. Jimmy didn't know what it was about the way she said it but it scared him completely. He quickly got up and gathered his uniform and started to put it on.
"How do I get back to my hotel?" He asked in a shaky voice.
"You will see a taxi in the parking lot by the docks, waiting for you" She said sitting down at her vanity brushing her hair from the beautifully tangled mess she had acquired. Tying his laces on his combat boots, he stood rigidly.
"I'll see you around" He said stiffly and awkwardly turning to leave the beautiful boat.