The Twins

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Chapter Six

Stacey and Jannifer entered the Adam Clayton Powell Jr. State Building on One Hundred and Twenty-fifth Street and walked up to the information desk.

“Jonathan Jacob’s office, please,” Stacey said to the security guy.

After passing through the security checkpoint, the twins headed toward the elevator. The elevator stopped at the tenth floor, and the twins stepped off. A middle-aged woman sat behind a desk.

“May I help you?”

“We’re Stacey and Jannifer McHill,” Stacey said. “We’re here to see Jonathan Jacobs, please.”

The middle-aged woman tapped a few keys on her computer. “Okay, here you are. One moment, please.” The middle-aged woman began speaking into her headset. Five minutes later, Jonathan Jacobs stepped out of his office; a beautiful young woman followed. The young lady was smiling at Jonathan as she shook his large hand. As soon as the young woman stepped into the elevator, Jonathan turned toward the twins and smiled.

“Mr. Jonathan Jacobs, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Stacey said with perfect diction.

“Please, call me Jonathan.”

“What a strong, biblical name,” Stacey said.

“You have such a beautiful way of speaking,” Jonathan said. “And this must be your sister, Jannifer.”

Jannifer nodded, then she smiled at Jonathan.

Jonathan Jacobs was a short, fat man, who wore too much cologne. He considered himself a ladies’ man. The fat cigar that was stuck between his sausage-like fingers was as foul smelling as the fat man looked. The twins noticed that his zipper was open. Pig, they thought.

“Shall we go in?” Jonathan asked. “Mary, would you hold all my calls?”

Jonathan slid two leather wing chairs in front of his desk. “Please, have a seat. Can I get you two anything to drink?” he asked the girls.

“No, thank you,” Stacey answered

“What do you have, big guy?” Jannifer asked.

“Well, I’ve got…” Jonathan moved over to his mini bar.

“Janny, no,” Stacey whispered. “That’s okay, Mr. Jenkins, we’re all right.”

Jonathan turned toward the twins. “Okay, suit yourself.”

“We’d like to get right down to business.”

“That’s fine with me, ladies.” Jonathan walked over to his desk and sat down. He looked at Stacey as if she was a cool glass of water on a hot summer’s day. “So, today your Aunt Jackie…Dubois is requesting a load from the McHill estate…oh, and by the way, happy birthday.” Jacob sat back in his high back leather chair, stared at the twins, and smiled.

“Thank you,” Stacey replied.

“By the way, where is your aunt?”

“Our...Aunt Jackie.” Stacey lowered her head and removed a handkerchief from her purse before she continued, “Our Aunt Jackie found out yesterday that she has stage three cancer…”

“Yeah,, and it has already spread to her brain...I’m afraid she won’t be able to join us today,” Jannifer chimed in.

“Oh, my God, I’m sorry to hear that.” Jonathan said as he opened the top drawer to his desk and removed an expensive looking cigar case. “Do you mind if I smoke?”

“No, go right ahead,” the girls said in unison.

“So we’re going to have to conduct this piece of business without our dear old auntie,” Stacey said.

Jonathan watched the twins closely. “But what about her signature? I’m going to need it if--”

“That shouldn’t be a problem, now should it?” Jannifer said as she stood up and walked over towards Jonathan’s desk.

He watched Jannifer as she ambled toward him, then his eyes shot back towards Stacey, who was crossing her legs--basic instinct style.

“We can take care of this without our aunt, can’t we big man?” Jannifer cooed.

“What do you want me to do, Ms. McHill?”

“We need to borrow five hundred thousand dollars each from our estate, and we need you to deposit it into these accounts.” Stacey reached into her purse and removed: two bank books, two social security cards, and two nondriver’s licenses.

Jonathan looked the documents over, then he smiled to himself. He looked up at the twins and said, “You two little dickens, what are you up to...the last names on these cards are slightly different.”

Jannifer looked at her sister and Stacey nodded. “Look, Mr. Jacobs, if you take care of this little transaction for us, there’ll be a big fat bonus in it for you.”

Jannifer was standing behind Jonathan when she said, “And anything else you might like.”

He looked over his left shoulder and smiled up at Jannifer.

“Okay, let me see what I can do.” Jonathan reached for the last drawer on his desk and removed a USB. He placed it inside the portal of his computer and booted it up. After three minutes of manic typing, the big man was done. “Okay,” Jonathan said as he slid his chair over to the copy machine. “I just need one of you to sign your aunt’s name.”

Stacey signed the documents, then she glanced at her sister.

“Now, didn’t you two say something about a bonus?” Jonathan said as he rubbed his hands together. “I’ve got a little place not too far from here that I use for…” Jonathan cleared his throat, “... private business.”

“Anywhere you say, big guy,” Jannifer said.

Stacey just stared at the fat man. Fuckin’ pig, she thought.

“Okay then, just let me say a word to my secretary,” Jonathan said as he jumped out of his chair.

As soon as the big man left his office, Stacey whispered, “The USB.”

Jannifer moved towards Jonathan’s computer, but before she could reach the USB, the big man walked back into the office.

“Okay, you girls ready?”

Jonathan poured himself a drink once they’d entered his apartment. “Are you girls sure you don’t want something to loosen you up? I’ve got all kinds of party treats,” he said with a wink of his eye. Jonathan walked over to his mini entertainment center and picked up the remote. “What kind of music do you girls like?”

“Can we use the bathroom?” Stacey asked.

“Oh sure. It’s right around that corner.”

Seven minutes later, Jonathan knocked on the bathroom door. “Are you two okay in there? C’mon, let’s get this party started.”

Just then, the bathroom door slowly opened. Stacey and Jannifer were nude, but their bodies were covered from head-to-toe in cellophane.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Jonathan said as he rubbed his sweaty hands together.

“We have your death, you motherfuckin’, fatherfuckin’ pig,” the twins said in unison.

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