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 Time Magazines Man of the Year: AJ Long

   Agent Vanessa Small sat staring at a copy of the cover of the magazine
that was framed on the wall, with a scowl on her face.  As a 7 year old
child, she was witness to her house being robbed at gun point.  The visions
from that night still haunt her to this very day, her parents screams,
their crying pleads for their lives, the smell or urine from her dad as he
pissed himself scared.  And the dark face of the man responsible for it
all. Ever since the day that man walked free from the courthouse, Vanessa
knew what she wanted to do when she grew up.  She had started as a regular
on the beat cop, and her dedication and determination to enforce the law
saw a series of quick promotions, eventually leading her to interviews and
a job offer to work for the FBI within the Criminal, Cyber, Response and
Services Branch.

   There was only one thing Vanessa hated as much as criminals, and that
was black people.  She knew it wasn't a politically correct point of view,
but her whole life she had witnessed the two going hand in hand time and
again.  Where there was black influence, there was crime, deceit and a lack
of moral ethics.  Putting criminals behind bars was her job and duty,
putting black criminals behind bars was her motivation.  'And perhaps she
might just help get the catch the biggest of them all', she had told
herself when taking on the investigation into Mr Long.

   AJ Long was Americas wealthiest man.  He had risen from relatively
nowhere to become a powerhouse in the American business and political
world. The 43 year old had a physically commanding presence, at 6ft3 he was
muscular and built like a Linebacker.  From starting out as an owner of a
small gardening services company, he had somehow gone on to amass his huge
amount of wealth through numerous business transactions where he appeared
to buy companies for a great deal less than their value, and selling them
for large profits.  His portfolio today showed that he owned companies in
fields as varied as the music and film industry, to construction, computer
software and the oil and gas industry.  He owned a large amount of land and
property, and he had recently become the new owner of the New England
Patriots.  He was also said to have very influential ties within the
Republican party.  But the man himself was a closed book, he rarely talked
to the media about his business activities, and his staff, clients and
previous partners all refused to talk also.

   He sat with a grin on his face as he looked at the two agents sitting
outside his office.  It said in the file he had in his hand that the
slightly chubby man was only 32, but he looked closer to 40.  What was left
of his receding hair line was turning grey and he wore an old fashioned
pair of glasses that only added to his age.  'Pathetic' was AJ Longs first
thoughts as he eyed the rest of the man, he was short at only 5ft9, and he
looked feeble.  His shirt was stretched over his large gut, 'probably
hasn't seen his own dick for years' AJ laughed to himself.

   He turned his attention to the woman by his side, and an all together
different smile appeared on the black mans face.  At 5ft5 the 23 year old
was short, she wore her dark auburn hair was held tightly in a pony tale
and she dressed plainly in a long skirt and a loose fitting blouse and
jacket.  She clearly try's to play down her sexyness at work, thought AJ.
As he looked down at the private investigators file, and saw the truth in
the photos within.  With it down to her shoulders, her wavy auburn hair
really brought out the fiery green of her eyes, and her long natural eye
lashes playing as the perfect frame.  Her pretty face was accentuated by
her high cheek bones and the fullness of her lips and she had no need for
much make.  He looked at a shot of her in a bikini, and though she had a
small waist, her body was well toned.  Her thighs where thick, rather than
thin and she had what AJ liked to call a perfect 'bubble butt'.  Her tits
where big.  Too big for the rest of her frame, '34E' AJ guessed.  And
combined the whole package made her look like some kind of wet dream
stripper, pornstar, bikini model combo.  A Lustful look appeared on the
black mans face.

   "Elizabeth, show them in" AJ told his Assistant over the phone, as he
placed the file back in his drawer.

   "Mr Long, I'm Special Agent Richard Small and this is Agent Vanessa
Small....As you know we're hear from the FBI to ask you a few questions
about.."

   "Wait, both Smalls?  That's a strange coincidence" Interrupted AJ with
his deep and commanding voice, already knowing the answer from reading his
file.

   "Emm yes, as it happens we where married earlier this year.  So as I was
sayi..."

   "Well congratulations on finding each other.  As a single man, I know
just how difficult it is to find love.  You seem like a lovely match"

   'He's patronising us' thought Vanessa.  " Mr Long, the matter we wish to
discuss with you today is a serious one.  We did advise you that you should
consider having your lawyer present with you, are they on their way?" she
said with some authority, taking over from her husband.

   AJ smiled.  'She is as fiery as her hair and those eyes', he thought.

   "Thank you Mrs Small, but I will not require a lawyer." AJ said matter
of factly.

   "It's Agent Small, Mr Long.  And as you have refused a lawyer then I
will just go straight ahead and tell you why we are here" Vanessa was
keeping a stern face and voice, but inside she was smiling.  She knew that
if MR Long continued the process without his lawyer, then there was a
higher possibility of him slipping up.

   "Five years ago, Mr Clyde Bank was found dead after an apparent suicide,
just months after selling his oil company 'Drill Deep' to you, for a price
that experts believed to be just 35% of its face value."

   "Hey, you guys already investigated me for that and found that there was
nothing illegal to report" Mr Long rallied

   Agent Small ignore him and continued.

   "Following the death of Bob Craft, just weeks after he sold the Patriots
to you, we have been instructed to open investigations into all past
business transactions, involving yourself and your companies...."

   "Bob Craft died of a heart attack.  I can't see how you can possibly
link his death..."

   "MR LONG.  LET ME FINISH.  Now we are here today to pay you the respect
you deserve as one of Americas leading figures.  An open and public
investigation would tarnish your reputation.  So we are offering you the
opportunity to co operate with us fully with our investigations, and in
return this whole situation will remain private until such times as we feel
we have evidence enough to charge you, and with any guilty verdict a
sentence will be greatly reduced as a result of your cooperation.  If you
are innocent then public knowledge of this investigation will never see the
light of day, and you will go untarnished...Your other option is we
investigate you publicly, we take you down to our offices, read you your
rights the whole shebang.  No doubt a long and drawn out process as we
battle with you and your lawyer to try and get the answers to the questions
we require.  And your reputation and your companies stock prices will no
doubt take a severe hit as result of this if you decide to play hardball
with us Mr Long!"

   'She's good this one' As he sat there pretending to weigh up his
options.

   "Well now I think I can guess who wears the trousers in this
relationship" Mr Long said to Special Agent Richard Small who hadn't said a
word for several minutes.

   "MR LONG..." started Vanessa

   "I'll do it!  I'll cooperate!" interrupted Mr Long.

   "Good, I think it's the right decision" Vanessa felt like she had won
and their was the hint of a smile on her face for the first time since she
stepped inside her office.

   "I have two requests though Mrs Small"

   "Agent Small!!"

   " Fine.  I have three requests!  I will tell you both everything from my
graduating to my first business through to me buying the Patriots and every
little thing in between...But One.  You will not file any charges against
me until I complete the full story of my business history." Mr Long was
talking in a very commanding tone again.

   "Agreed" said Vanessa.  Special Agent Small nodded in agreement.

   "Two.  If there's a chance i'm going to implicate myself and face
possible time in jail, then I want to spend the time of the investigation
on my private island in the Carribean, 'Janus'.  You two shall be my
guests."

   The Agents looked at each other, unsure of what to say to that request.

   "I'm not sure that would be appropriate Mr Long" Richard finally piped
in.

   "These 3 requests aren't up for negotiations"

   "What's the third one" Agent Small asked

   "That you stop insisting on me calling you 'Agent' and accept Mr and Mrs
Small, or Richard and Vanessa" He smiled as he said it.

   The Agents where relieved to hear the 3rd request wasn't too demanding.
And after some talk between them and a call to Richards boss, they agreed
on the other demands.  "I'll try and get a copy of that previous
investigation out to you as soon as I can, we're having some difficulty in
locating it" Richards boss had told him when he asked to see a copy of what
was found 5 years previously.

   A week later, as they sat on Mr Longs Private Jet on their way to his
island.  Vanessa felt some butterfly's in her stomach.  'Finding out the
truth about MR Longs criminal activities and putting him behind bars will
send out a message to all the black criminals out there' she told herself.
'This is going to change my life forever' She would be proven right.