For FiKi Week, prompted by @gatheringfikiĀ (day seven: inspired by music)
FĆli 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 FĆli 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 wouldnāt take that for granted.
Tugging the scarf more tightly around his neck, FĆli took his gloves from his pocket and put them on before pulling out and checking his phone. There was a message from Ori and FĆli opened it before venturing himself to the winter wind of London.
Thereās a new client interested in you. Call me when your classes are over.
FĆli 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 FĆli smiled at his friendās happy tone. āSo. New client, huh?ā FĆli said with a chuckle and Ori hummed excitedly.
āYeah. I know I said he was interested, but he actually already paid for two hours with you on Friday.ā FĆli frowned. It wasnāt how it usually worked, but he waited until Ori continued. āHis nameās Keelan Durin. You know, from the Durin & Co?ā FĆli 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 graduateās dream to land a job there.
āIs he the CEO?ā FĆli asked slowly as he resumed walking. Heād have to refuse if this was the CEO; his chances of working there some day ā although very slim as it were at the moment ā would be dissipated if the CEO ever recognized him as an escort.
āNo, apparently heās the son of the CEO. The CEO is happily married.ā Ori sighed. āYouāre the one interested in working there and you donāt know anything about them?ā FĆli blushed, but truth was he was more interested in what the company did than to the ones running it. āAnyway, he prefers to be called KĆli, which I find very ironic, and heās twenty one and I know you donāt like accepting clients who are younger than you, but he promised discretion.ā
āWhat exactly does he want?ā FĆli asked as he entered the DLR to go home, finding an empty chair and sitting on it. He ignored that the boyās nickname was similar to his.
āTwo hours on Friday to take you to dinner. He explained that heād like to talk to you before hiring you for a whole night near Christmas. Thereāll be a company party and heād like to take you, but he said heād talk to you to see if youāre okay with this.ā FĆli sighed and Ori continued, voice a bit softer. āHe seemed very nice. And I think this could be a nice opportunity for you.ā FĆli shook his head.
āFor Flavius, you mean.ā FĆli 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. āItās not like I can deny it. He doesnāt even want sex?ā
āNo, not for this Friday at least. Maybe for the party, though.ā Ori explained and FĆli thought he could live with that.
āOkay, great. You can confirm it. Send me the information later.ā FĆli said, ready to hang up, but Ori continued speaking.
āActually, he was very adamant about wanting you and since he already paid, I already wrote down all the information. Iāll be sending you an email in a few minutes. Iāll just call him and tell him I managed to reach you.ā FĆli hummed in agreement. āOh, and FĆli. Wear your best suit with your date with him.ā And without further ado, Ori hung up. FĆli 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.
FĆli didnāt have work that day, so heād 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 FĆli, while Ori, Noriās 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 everyoneās 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 FĆliās life.
Going to his bedroom, FĆli turned on his computer and checked his email. He saw Oriās email with all the information heād need with Keelanās details (name, how he should be addressed, age, occupation, phone number and time and place where they should meet). FĆli hesitated for just a moment before googling Keelan Durinās information online. There were pictures and FĆli couldnāt help but smile as he noticed that the bloke was actually very handsome. It wouldnāt be hard to sleep with him at all, so FĆli just hoped he was someone nice to talk to.
Searching for more information about the boyās life, he found out that Thorin Durin was actually Keelanās uncle, but he had adopted the boy after Keelanās parents died during a trip to New Zealand when the boy was barely one year old. FĆli chuckled at how ironic everything was. Not only their nicknames were similar, but Keelanās parents died where FĆli was born. Not to mention that Keelan was on his last year as a Business undergrad while FĆli was on his first year. The difference, of course, was that Keelan studied at Imperial College Business School, while FĆli 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 wouldnāt be able to afford an escort for a whole night if they didnāt have money to spend, FĆli reckoned.
