For FiKi Week, prompted by @gatheringfiki (day seven: inspired by music)
FĂli yawned as he left his class, his satchel thrown over a shoulder. He smiled and waved to some of his colleagues as he made his way out of the building. University was hard, but FĂli loved every aspect of it. Growing up with nothing made one appreciate every opportunity, and going to University in the UK was actually a dream come true and he wouldnât take that for granted.
Tugging the scarf more tightly around his neck, FĂli took his gloves from his pocket and put them on before pulling out and checking his phone. There was a message from Ori and FĂli opened it before venturing himself to the winter wind of London.
Thereâs a new client interested in you. Call me when your classes are over.
FĂli sighed and hit the call button, finally leaving the building so he could walk to the tube. Ori answered promptly with a happy hello and FĂli smiled at his friendâs happy tone. âSo. New client, huh?â FĂli said with a chuckle and Ori hummed excitedly.
âYeah. I know I said he was interested, but he actually already paid for two hours with you on Friday.â FĂli frowned. It wasnât how it usually worked, but he waited until Ori continued. âHis nameâs Keelan Durin. You know, from the Durin & Co?â FĂli stopped in his tracks as he heard that. Since he moved to the UK six months ago and started University he heard about this company and it was every Business graduateâs dream to land a job there.
âIs he the CEO?â FĂli asked slowly as he resumed walking. Heâd have to refuse if this was the CEO; his chances of working there some day â although very slim as it were at the moment â would be dissipated if the CEO ever recognized him as an escort.
âNo, apparently heâs the son of the CEO. The CEO is happily married.â Ori sighed. âYouâre the one interested in working there and you donât know anything about them?â FĂli blushed, but truth was he was more interested in what the company did than to the ones running it. âAnyway, he prefers to be called KĂli, which I find very ironic, and heâs twenty one and I know you donât like accepting clients who are younger than you, but he promised discretion.â
âWhat exactly does he want?â FĂli asked as he entered the DLR to go home, finding an empty chair and sitting on it. He ignored that the boyâs nickname was similar to his.
âTwo hours on Friday to take you to dinner. He explained that heâd like to talk to you before hiring you for a whole night near Christmas. Thereâll be a company party and heâd like to take you, but he said heâd talk to you to see if youâre okay with this.â FĂli sighed and Ori continued, voice a bit softer. âHe seemed very nice. And I think this could be a nice opportunity for you.â FĂli shook his head.
âFor Flavius, you mean.â FĂli pursed his lips. Flavius was the name he used in the agency. It had been a way to separate his job from his personal life, and if there was ever a client who happened to be a stalker, it would be more difficult to find him if they only knew his fake name. âItâs not like I can deny it. He doesnât even want sex?â
âNo, not for this Friday at least. Maybe for the party, though.â Ori explained and FĂli thought he could live with that.
âOkay, great. You can confirm it. Send me the information later.â FĂli said, ready to hang up, but Ori continued speaking.
âActually, he was very adamant about wanting you and since he already paid, I already wrote down all the information. Iâll be sending you an email in a few minutes. Iâll just call him and tell him I managed to reach you.â FĂli hummed in agreement. âOh, and FĂli. Wear your best suit with your date with him.â And without further ado, Ori hung up. FĂli blinked a couple of times and looked at his phone as if it was betraying him, but he ended up sighing and putting the phone back in his pocket, taking a book out of his satchel and starting to read. It would be a long way home.
FĂli didnât have work that day, so heâd take advantage of his open schedule to study and write the papers that were due before the break. Arriving home, Nori was also there, cooking them dinner, but he looked ready to go out. Nori was also an escort at the same agency as FĂli, while Ori, Noriâs younger brother, was only responsible to work on the phone and email, scheduling clients to escorts and managing their timetables. Dori, the eldest brother, worked at the shopping centre near their home in a clothing store and with everyoneâs income, it was possible to live in a nice housing in Acton. Money was still tight to all of them, but it was better than other years of FĂliâs life.
Going to his bedroom, FĂli turned on his computer and checked his email. He saw Oriâs email with all the information heâd need with Keelanâs details (name, how he should be addressed, age, occupation, phone number and time and place where they should meet). FĂli hesitated for just a moment before googling Keelan Durinâs information online. There were pictures and FĂli couldnât help but smile as he noticed that the bloke was actually very handsome. It wouldnât be hard to sleep with him at all, so FĂli just hoped he was someone nice to talk to.
Searching for more information about the boyâs life, he found out that Thorin Durin was actually Keelanâs uncle, but he had adopted the boy after Keelanâs parents died during a trip to New Zealand when the boy was barely one year old. FĂli chuckled at how ironic everything was. Not only their nicknames were similar, but Keelanâs parents died where FĂli was born. Not to mention that Keelan was on his last year as a Business undergrad while FĂli was on his first year. The difference, of course, was that Keelan studied at Imperial College Business School, while FĂli studied at the University of Cumbria. Not that his University was a bad one, but it was affordable, while the Imperial College was one of the most expensive schools in the UK.
Well, a twenty one year old wouldnât be able to afford an escort for a whole night if they didnât have money to spend, FĂli reckoned.
