Summer barely noticed the discomfort her brother showed, how he straightened as his last name was used. The one name she could think of was Merrick. She stayed silent, only for the time being, as Knox froze their target.

There was a pained cry, as the ice stung his skin and froze his blood vessels. But the numbing would cease the pain, shortly.

"You can leave," Summer murmured softly, a small offer to her sibling before she finished off the man.

To give him some peace of mind, even though she knew that it would probably haunt him in the back of his mind.

Approaching him, she summoned her Pokemon beside her, towering over their quivering target.

"It's over. Merrick's dead. You will not longer be a threat to me or my brother. You're captives are gone. How does that make you feel? Worthless? Terrified? I hope so. Tell my father hello in hell," she said before giving the final command.

knox prescott

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Summer knew that BARNABY FINCH could be lying. He could've said that he promised just to hear what she had to say before leaving her there, reporting her to whatever authorities he wanted to... or worse, ending their friendship then and there. She knew that he held a lot of power in that moment to strip her of her power and her newly gained company.

Yet, she trusted him... right? He was one of the few that she found herself able to trust. And maybe she could trust him with this as well.

"I killed him. I killed my father."

Summer's eyes were shut tight as she spoke, as her mind replayed that night in her mind again. Suddenly, she couldn't smell flowers or grass anymore. She couldn't even smell Barnaby anymore. It was the smell of iron, blood that reeked around her, and her face grew pale.

"I took a gun, and I ended him. He kept tormenting my brother and I. He killed my brother's ex-lover and pinned the blame on me to get Knox to come to the hideout. And he was going to kill my brother... I couldn't take it anymore."

Fresh tears began to slip out of her eyes again as she sniffled, pressing the heels of her hands to her skull.

"He always told me he loved me. But why would he do that? Why did I... what's wrong with me?"

BARNABY FINCH

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Summer didn't mind the idea. It actually sounded kind of fun. It had been a while since she played a game like that, mostly because she didn't really care to get to know people that well.

"Alright. Then you go first."

She raised her brows.

"What do you think is true about me?"

CIAN MAHER

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Callan had a point. Summer had been in both positions before. She had been the one who'd changed, and she had seen others change. She could only imagine what he was like before he became a star, a gym leader, and now a member of the Elite Four.

An icon of the League. One of their handsome lover boys. She wondered how he'd react to knowing she was apart of the opposite faction. That she held a high enough rank that she was friends with the underbosses and admins of team Rocket. Or some of the things she had done to survive...

Summer slid into his lap, her knees locking around his hips as she sat as close to him as possible. Her glass of alcohol almost splashed over the edge, staining the couch, but she was deft enough to avoid the spill over. Her hat was tossed aside across the room, allowing her hair to fall over her shoulders as she drank.

"No. I haven't. It's hard to stay the same when people want you to change for them. It makes you callous and rough to the world..." she murmured, reaching to touch his chin.

Callan Young

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"You and me both."

The world didn't want real news. Everyone lived through the rich and famous. Seeing their lives, wanting to know the latest scoop. Summer was familiar with it, even as a CEO. After all, she was a party girl at heart.

"I have none lined up, so don't worry your pretty head about any of that, my dear. Just take care of me like you always do."

She settled on the couch, a glass of alcohol in hand as she tipped it back and sighed contently. Then she laughed.

"Not necessarily. You have the look I like. Handsome and charming."

Callan Young

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Summer hadn't reached his peak of intoxication yet. Of course, she had arrived later than he had apparently, though she was preoccupied with her outfit and all the fine details. Not to mention, fashionably late was always Summer Prescott's motto.

Callan looked suave in his suit, the ABSOL details of his mask standing out and reminding her of her own Pokemon for a brief moment. Until, of course, his face was revealed behind the mask. Handsome and devilish as ever.

To the bystanders, it was probably a shock that he'd grabbed the CEO of Prescott Industries and planted a juicy kiss on her lips out of no where. Perhaps, to them, it was to be blamed on the alcohol. Surely it was a mistake, right?

Until Summer kissed him back with an equal fervor, her hand reaching to rest on his cheek as he pulled away from her. She squeezed his face with her hand, pursing his lips together with the squeeze.

"You have a little lipstick there," she pointed out with a cocky grin, barely registering the flashes of the cameras and the people speaking about them.

"Who do you think I am? A peasant? Of course I have a room. Come on, follow me."

Without another glance to the crowd, she took his hand, holding it way too intimately to be more than just friends as she led him to her suite. It was stocked with goodies and drinks, all to her request. After all, Summer was known to have business meetings at parties.

Though she was sure this one wouldn't turn out that way.

Callan Young

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Halloween parties were one of Summer's favorite things. A chance to dress up, have fun, and party? Absolutely. She could take a break from her DECEPTIVE nature and be herself. Her father always hated her going out and having fun with knox prescott.

But she needed time to be a real girl, right?

Except this time, Knox wasn't there. She hadn't really seen her brother around as much. Perhaps he was with samuel carter more often these days, repairing relationships and trying to get over the trauma their father caused them. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted a drink. And a strong one at that.

This year, Summer decided to be a witch, and in typical Summer fashion, the more revealing, the better. She'd make her own adjustments to show off more cleavage and her thighs as she walked in, her pointed hat resting tilted on her head. The eyes on her sent a thrill down her spine as she took a drink from a server.

Then she spotted him. A smirked crawled on her lips as she approached, heels clicking before she rested a hand on his shoulder.

"Is that the new member of the Elite Four, Mr. Callan Young I see? Fancy seeing you here."

Callan Young

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Summer chuckled, crossing her legs and leaning back in her chair with a sigh. Her skin was warm in the sun as she basked, like a dog-type Pokemon soaking up the rays.

"What do you wanna do, while we wait?" she asked.

"Guests choice, after all. You're the most important person on the boat."

CIAN MAHER

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"What, you want me to beg for it?"

She settled into the chair that was set up at the edge, her own rod taken in her hands. Her line was already baited, and her waitstaff came to stand to her side, ready to set up the line once again she reeled in her catch.

How dare Summer touch something nasty like a fish, as well as the bait?

"Of course I do. I've gone on several excursions with my father and his colleagues."

CIAN MAHER

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The second comment made the thought spring to Summer's mind. The poor girl seemed lost in her life. Like she didn't know what to do. Or perhaps she hadn't discovered what made her tick, what was the thing she sought for.

Truly, it was the same for the CEO. She just would never admit how unhappy she was. Money was money, and that was what she needed for herself.

"How would you feel about coming to work for me? I could give you something to do, until you figure out what it is you want to do in life."

Summer looked back, raising an eyebrow.

"It's a paid way to think, if you consider it."

@trish

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Summer smiled, waving her free hand to dismiss her words. Though, she was happy to take the compliment. She wouldn't admit that to Elisabeth.

"We both deserve a break and time to be what we are: women. Let's just spend time doing something we want to do and talking shit about the world for once," she said.

Sipping her beverage, she contemplated the question for a moment before nodding.

"I enjoy my position. It just takes a lot out of the day. I was doing many of the tasks I have before, when I was under my father. However, there were a few aspects he still controlled when he was alive. Those things I am still learning, which is why it's a pain."

She stretched her legs out as her nail tech came over, picking out her design and color for her toes.

Elisabeth Fiorelli

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"No need to use the harsh words, my dear. I've actually missed this. Just letting go for a bit."

Even if they weren't messing around and being stupid. It was nice to not have to worry about her world around her for once.

"That's kinky, but maybe I'd let you do it."

Summer smirked, looking away as the yacht came to a smooth halt. She stood, stretching as she walked to the supply area.

"Let's get fishing, hmm?"

CIAN MAHER

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