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Note: Plot by mymyself19, smut by me.
Two Years Later
Quinn was still not pregnant, miraculously, but that didn’t bother her.
She wanted more children when they came, but until then she loved her family the way it was.
“Mommy, mommy. This fow you,” Junior said, offering a sloppily-bundled bouquet of the flowers he found in the park.
Quinn loved spending mornings with Junior there when the weather was warm enough.
“Aw, baby. I love them,” Quinn gushed.
“He’s such a charmer,” Rachel added.
Rachel Berry was the nanny they hired shortly after Quinn and Russell decided it was time to return to the adult world.
“I think his father is already his hero. Russell sent me a bouquet yesterday and when Russ asked him what they were, he said that beautiful ladies we love have to be treated like princesses. He was so cute listening closely with this intense look on his face, trying to absorb everything his daddy said,” Quinn said.
It was true. Since the moment he learnt to walk, he was always following his father. And when he learned how to talk, his first word had been ‘dada’.
Maybe people would say she was outnumbered, but they both adored Quinn.
And, she adored them.
It was a sweet deal.
It was nearing lunchtime, and, since Rachel had other plans for lunch, Quinn decided to visit her father at the office.
“Baby, do you want to go surprise your daddy for lunch?” Quinn took her son’s tiny hand and began walking.
“Yay!” Russ yelled in his little voice, jumping up and down on his little legs.
After picking up food, they entered Russell’s office building.
All the Fabray employees greeted them.
Some of the more privileged employees, those who had vital roles in the Fabray operation, knew them more personally, but everyone knew when a Fabray was in the building.
Almost before the elevator doors to Russell’s floor opened, Russ ran off in search of his father.
However, he found Santana’s legs and collided with them, knocking him on his little butt.
“Hi, Auntie S’tana!” he chirped, unfazed.
“Shit,” she murmured at the slight but sudden pain, but then she beamed. “Hi, Squirt.”
“Mommy, Auntie S’tana saided a bad word,” Russ bellowed, proud as a peacock.
Quinn chuckled as Santana scowled.
“Traitor,” Santana grunted.
Russ screeched, yelling for his daddy, while she chased him halfheartedly.
“I’ll get you,” she said just before grabbing him up tickling him, blowing a raspberry on his neck.
Russ laughed and laughed.
“My boy!” Russell exclaimed as he stood at his doorway.
His smile spread over his whole face.
She stood, smiling softly and lovingly at the scene.
Her boys began a very grown up, serious discussion about the jungle gym at the playground and the snail Russ found on the ground.
Russell was so proud.
Santana approached Quinn.
“It’s shit like this that makes my Britts wants an ankle biter, you know. I’m starting to run out of excuses.”
“S, this alone makes it all worth it. You know that. Tell her you are still young and need to focus on your careers, but don’t take too long because it’ll get harder. I’m lucky that Daddy is in such good shape and all his energy…” Quinn trailed off, smiling dreamily.
“Gross, Q. How has the little bugger not slowed you down?”
“A, our sex is awesome, not gross. And B, we took care of that after those first few months when we were shielding Russ and killing ourselves. Rachel keeps him occupied, and you know we soundproofed the bedroom,” Quinn said.
“Ugh, I hate you…”
“No, you don’t,” Quinn smirked.
Santana went back home to Brittany... Quinn smiled some more.
She knew what she was doing.
Russell finally looked up at Quinn and set Russ Jr. on his chair.
Quinn entered the office and met Russell as he walked toward her.
He leaned on his desk with Quinn in his arms.
“Hi, baby. I’ve missed you. Russ says you brought lunch?” He pecked his wife’s lips tenderly.
“We did. It’s on the conference table,” she smiled. “Rachel had plans, and I knew you’d want us to take advantage” Quinn said, brushing her fingers over the back of Russell’s neck.
“Rachel’s coming here to pick Russ up, and then I’ll suck you dry,” Quinn whispered in his ear while discreetly but thoroughly palming his semi hard-on. “Let’s eat!”
She quickly moved off to pick up their son to prepare for lunch.
As Quinn was wiping Russ’s mouth of his applesauce and brushing grilled cheese crumbs up, Rachel knocked on the doorjamb.
She had a security pass that not everyone had.
It sort of made Quinn’s intended activities more difficult, but Quinn had told her not to bother calling ahead like she normally would when coming to the office.
“Am I interrupting?” she asked.
“Hey, Rachel. Nope. You ready to go with Nanny Rachel?” Quinn asked, adding excitement to her voice so Russ would see it as a good thing.
He loved his mommy and daddy, but he also loved Nanny Rachel.
Usually, he was happy with either one, but occasionally it was hard to get him to leave his daddy.
This time, it worked though.
“Yay!!!” he yelled as he climbed out of his chair and ran to Rachel.
Rachel smiled and picked him up and rocked him back and forth, making him laugh.
“Bye son, behave for Rachel, okay little man? I’ll see you soon,” he kissed his forehead.
“Okay, Daddy… Bye, Mommy! I lof you!” he yelled as Rachel waved and left with him.
She knew her job was not to hang around at the office.
The Fabrays were very nice people, but they paid her very well to do her job.
“Bye, buddy… love you, too. Thanks, Rachel.”
“No problem,” Rachel called.
Quinn was at the office doorway as Rachel entered the elevator, and before the elevator doors were closed, Quinn was on her, knees unzipping Russell’s pants.
“I need my dessert,” Quinn murmured.
Quinn proceeded to suck her father’s dick until he was exploding into her mouth.
“Baby, I swear you’re better every damn time. I don’t think I’ll be able to stand up for at least half an hour,” he said collapsing into his chair.
Quinn sat on her father’s lap, wiped a drop of cum from the corner of her mouth and settled her forehead on his neck.
“Consider it more thanks for finding that property for me. It’s perfect. I went there this morning to see it now that it’s clean. It looks even bigger now. I have so many ideas.”
“It was my pleasure. I love my girl and my girl’s cooking. Why wouldn’t I want the world to know about it and her?” he smiled.
All three of what had been dubbed the Unholy Trinity were well on their way to stellar careers.
Santana had been Russell’s right hand almost since he returned from his honeymoon.
She was learning and doing more and more all the time.
Brittany was a graduate student at MIT.
She was already doing independent work in applied mathematics and saving up to open her own dance studio.
Brittany was definitely unique.
She was also very valuable to the Fabray operation because of her unique view of things, which made her an excellent judge of character and a trustworthy, if informal, advisor.
After one of her crazy gut feelings had earned them crazy amounts of money, Russell offered Brittany a generous amount of money to become their financial consultant.
She refused but told Russell that he should use the money he would have paid her for a large contribution to a local animal shelter.
And Quinn was on her way to becoming a big-time restaurateur.
She had learned to cook by trial and error, using her willing father as a guinea pig, but now she could compete with world-renowned chefs.
She made her decision to open a restaurant on a date with Russell, celebrating their one year anniversary.
They left the highly-touted restaurant quite disappointed.
It fell quite short of the hype.
In the post-coital bliss they found themselves later that same night, she told her father for the first time.
A couple of months later, Russell told her about a space his people had found.
She went to visit it, fell in love with it and let her father have some fun with her body to thank him.
At the dinner table, with all the family gathered around, she announced she was going to open a classy restaurant with the Fabray touch.
She would be the head chef and would run it too.
The idea evolved, but the general idea stayed the same.
She basked in the encouragement they gave her, and she was confident she could do it.
***
Something was unsettled in the world the Fabrays controlled.
One night in bed, Brittany offhandedly told her girlfriend that she noticed some financial irregularities.
With the large cash flow, it had taken a while to notice, but now the lower rent payments and diminishing profits were visible.
At first Santana dismissed it but then realized that if she decided to mention it at all, it must be important and significant.
Russell had taught her to follow her gut, so she investigated.
What she found made the hair on her neck stand on end.
She needed to tell the boss right away.
“Boss, we need to talk. It’s an emergency,” Santana barged into Russell’s office.
Russell was already with somebody, but he dismissed him at Santana’s urgent tone.
“Bring me results tomorrow, Tom. And no more excuses,” he ordered.
The man thanked his lucky stars that he was getting another chance.
He was thankful for whatever had happened.
Any other time, and he would be begging for his job, most likely.
Santana pushed him out the door and slammed it shut.
“Boss, there’s trouble… big trouble,” she rubbed at her throbbing temple for a second.
This was giving her a stress headache.
“What’s wrong?”
“Britts told me something a few days ago…” she paused because this was bad and her headache was distracting.
“What is it, Santana?” Russell said, impatient.
“Okay… but this is serious. So… Britts told me that she noticed something wrong in our numbers. Coming from anyone else, I would’ve brushed it off. But I listen to my genius girl,” Russell nodded.
He listened to anything Quinn had to say, and Brittany never failed him either.
“I wanted to check it out first in case it was nothing.”
“And?” Russell was growing more impatient.
“Our profit margins have decreased by 4% in the last 6 months.”
“How?” he was confused and surprised.
They were always gaining profit, or at least maintaining.
Their business was solid and not subject to the normal cycles of the economy.
“We are being robbed right in front of our noses, boss.”
“What?” Russell shifted in his seat at the news. “Santana… break it down for me. What’s the bottom line?”
“For the last three months, we have been losing money. I don’t know everyone involved, but starting with small amounts, someone has been siphoning off the top. I think they got greedy and started taking too much, and Britts got a whiff. They’re doing it slyly, though. They’re not even reporting it… it’s all off the books.”
“How did she know” Russell asked.
“Well, like I said. I think they got greedy and it started to affect the profits,” Santana answered. “So, I discreetly started asking questions because I knew it was risky to stir up suspicion. Who knows what they’re capable of if they’re this ballsy?”
“I visited some of our longest-term associates. Most of them knew nothing, and no one knew much.”
“And?” Santana was taking way longer than usual to spit this out.
“I’m getting there, jeez. I knew something was off, so I tried something. I talked to Finn… You know, even I have to admit he can be useful,” Santana looked surprised that she even said that.
“Santana!”
“Anyway, I sent him to the underground casino, the one in the furniture store, with the guys who pick up the rent, which as you know, is based on receipts in this case. He was his usual awkward, dim-witted self to avoid suspicion but, as I’ve learned over time, sometimes he exaggerates that on purpose. Anyway… in the early morning, after the customers had gone, in the guise of guarding the safe, he opened it and found that the receipts didn’t match the cash.”
Santana took a deep breath to get to the bad part, “It was about 500 hundred short, and that’s not much, but add it together every day? It’s enough.”
Russell understood then.
People within the ranks were betraying them.
The Fabrays gave second chances for a lot of things; drug dealing, violence to force payment and other things. All of these things were not tolerated, but they could be forgiven.
Betrayal was different. Loyalty was the foundation of their Empire.
Betrayal was grounds for being cut off and ruined.
Santana could feel the anger radiating from Russell, so before he could explode, she needed to explain everything.
“We found out who’s really behind, boss. It’s your former protégé and now our rival… Jesse St. James. I think he was gearing up to take you down. He was gaining the trust and loyalty of a few and was planning to spread disloyalty and discord.”
His story wasn’t like Russell’s.
He was the only son of one of the most prominent politicians in the city.
Overshadowed by his father’s public image, and fueled by his narcissistic nature, he started dealing drugs for the rich kids.
After being caught, his father had to use his influence to avoid a scandal, but he disinherited him as punishment.
Used to load of easy money, he then approached the Fabrays in search of a job.
They took him in for his connections they could use in time of need.
Over the years he became a functional part of the business, but all his hopes of climbing the ladder were shut down when he made a fatal mistake.
He took an interest in Quinn Fabray.
He knew she was 150% taken, but he was arrogant enough to think he could steal Quinn away from Russell.
After all, he was much younger and fitter than Russell.
After a couple of incidents of aggressive advances, Quinn told her father.
His career ended there.
Instead of firing him completely, though, Russell decided to humiliate him by making an errand boy.
It worked.
He was humiliated, but he refused to quit.
Now, he was back plotting revenge for the public disgrace.
It didn’t matter how. It only mattered that Russell needed to deal with him.
“I knew I should have put that kid in his grave,” Russell growled.
“Boss, we can handle this. Trust me,” Santana said.
“Nobody but Britt, Finn, and I know about this and now you. And St. Jerkface is so smug he thinks he can outsmart us.”
Russell sat back in his chair.
“You’re right. He’s too cocky, and he’s not as smart as he thinks he is. We just have to find his mistake and catch him.”
“He probably doesn’t even think we’ll ever even get a hint of his involvement.” Santana smiled her proudest smile. “In fact, I may just have convinced one of his closest allies to talk... I can be very persuasive.”
Russell didn’t want to know what kind of flirting or manipulating she’d done, but he loved it when she was so wonderfully evil.
Her methods were different from his own, but the psychological understanding was all a result of his teaching her about people.
He was very proud of her in that moment.
“Okay, so what are we going to do?”
Santana was very proud that Russell was assuming she knew how to proceed.
“Discreetly… We’re gonna send in Antonio and Dwaine. They will go in to the casino first and without fuss inform the owners that the Fabrays were going to audit their books. We’ll do it business by business, not making a splash. Eventually, we’ll find St. Jackass’s mistake, and nail him.”
Santana fake buffed her nails, proud like she had just singlehandedly saved the Fabray business.
She might have.
“You know, you’re cocky, too,” Russell teased. “I have a feeling you have a plan for how to deal with him once we’ve got him nailed?”
“Yup,” the Latina responded, smug.
“It may even net us more business when business’ owners find out we know how to protect their profits.”
“Santana… if you’re right, I’ll put you in charge of Chicago… before you say it, you won’t have to move,” Russell said. “If you handle this, it’s all yours. Just keep me in the loop on this until it’s handled, though. After what St. James did to Quinn, I want to take care of him this time.”
Santana looked down, uncharacteristically humbled.
“That means a lot, Boss. I’ll do my best.”
Russell approached the Latina and put his hands on her shoulders.
“I have faith in you. You’ve proved yourself capable, and if you handle this job right, I think you’ll be ready.”
“I won’t let you down,” Santana said.
With that, she left the office to set the operation to find the smoking gun leading to St. James’s demise.
It turned out; Antonio was insider to the conspiracy.
Dwaine caught him, and the domino’s fell.
Antonio would collect the books and get his cut, and no one was the wiser because he always covered it up.
Russell was astounded in the end and very proud of Santana and Finn for their work.
Santana got her promotion, so did Finn.
Russell didn’t think he’d ever be the next Santana, but he began to take some of the duties Santana was leaving behind in Boston.
Russell was happy, and Quinn’s restaurant had an influx of Fabray investment capital because of the resulting expanded business for Fabray Enterprises.
Best of all, Jesse St. James was humiliated again and even went to jail.
It paid to have connections in high places.
Jesse St. James didn’t last a month in prison.
He committed suicide.
Santana was not someone you wanted to mess with.
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