Fortress of Doom

[Vanessa Whitmore-Cross]

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[attr="class","Whitmorenert"]After Bentley had broken into WhitTech and made a beeline for Vanessa's office. All hell had broken loose. Vanessa, Evan, and the twins were put on lock down and taken to Cameron's house. Cameron worked for Evan's detail and technically at the time was the Senior agent in charge. Vanessa was allowed to go very limited places after a certain amount of time and as such had decided to show up on Jerry's doorstep.

If anywhere was safe, it was here. Martin and Walter were on duty, but they had her on a tight leash. She wasn't even allowed to take her own vehicle. The Silver Sedan pulled into the driveway and Vanessa had on a hoodie. Luckily, it wasn't out of place in the windy Chicago air that nipped at her ears. Vanessa wanted to just forget about everything and relax. Evan and the kids were also on a tight leash when it came to leaving the house. She was fairly certain that Martin would fill her dad in on everything.

∵ Jeremiah Whitmore ∵
Kind of short but here it is

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[attr="class","Whitmorenerlyric"]Every heart has a mission
And we are called to be human

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[Jeremiah Whitmore]

Jerry had spent part of the day doing a little light work at home and after he finished went to the living room from his office. That's when he heard the door. Going to the door he checked the monitor and saw his daughter standing on his doorstep. Immediately taking the chain off he opened the door to let her in. "Come in." He opened his arms wide as soon as she stepped foot inside, "I heard what happened. Are you okay, Princess?" He asked as he hugged her. Though Walton hadn't managed to get near Vanessa still Jerry knew how upsetting and distressing it could be that the attempt was even made. Especially after everything that had happened. "Don't worry though because we're going to take care of this." He had an arm around his daughter as he walked her to the living room. "I'm going to put the best lawyers on this, we're going to hire the best investigators, I'm gonna call the police chief. He's not gonna get away with this." He ranted, going into protective dad mode. Yes Jerry was a protective father, one who had resources at his disposal. He didn't take kindly to anyone making his daughter need to go into security lock-down or making her feel threatened and he would hesitate to pull every string he had when he was riled up like this. Vanessa Whitmore-Cross . ~*~

[Vanessa Whitmore-Cross]

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[attr="class","Whitmorenert"]Vanessa no matter how old she got would always be a daddy’s girl. She wrapped him up in a hug and stuck her head on his shoulder. There was no part of her that wanted to let go right now. Sure, she’d talked to Evan about the whole thing but she knew her dad was going to worry. That’s part of the reason she had come.

Hearing her dad say that he was going to take care of things seemed like a placebo. She wasn’t going to tell him she’d already done some of what he mentioned. No, he needed to go into this protective dad mode and she knew it. There was no stopping that freight train once it started.

Vanessa could only be amused at Chief Benson getting that call, again. Then again it was probably warranted given the fact that Vanessa was basically under house arrest at the moment and just wanted her life back. Yeah, nothing like daddy giving them hell. ”I know” she whispered as she stayed still in the hug not wanting out.

∵ Jeremiah Whitmore ∵

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[attr="class","Whitmorenerlyric"]Every heart has a mission
And we are called to be human

[attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + ADOX 2.0

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[Jeremiah Whitmore]

Jerry held on to his little girl, feeling that her arms was wrapped around him with no signs of letting go. After a good long hug he kissed the top of her head then walked to the sofa with his arm around her shoulder, "Come and sit down." he said gently. "Do you want to stay here tonight?" He asked. "You're all welcome to stay as long as you like." He offered. "Yeah, I have security, a state of the art monitoring system and electric locks. This is the safest place you could be." He went on still in protective dad mode. "Do you want tea?" He asked, jumping to his feet. Since his trip he appreciated and advocated the soothing effects of tea more than he ever had. "I'll make you some nice tea then I'm gonna make some phone calls. We'll get Bentley sorted, I'll get him sorted real good then we can get some of your things brought over." He went on in with steadily increasing momentum. Once Jerry got a bee in his bonnet he like this his momentum tended to build up and carry on until someone broke his stride. Vanessa Whitmore-Cross . ~*~

[Vanessa Whitmore-Cross]

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[attr="class","Whitmorenert"]That’s all anyone had been telling her to do, sit down. She had long since stopped arguing with her dad on most anything and so she slowly nodded when he told her to sit down. “I might” She hadn’t been sleeping well lately when Evan was pacing the house. She was looking a little tired from that and just from life in general. “I could use the rest.” She added. Rest from the stress of everything.

When Jerry mentioned his security system she chuckled a little. Her house was secure and work was supposed to be. But someone had slipped up and let the wrong person in. When Vanessa got to the bottom of that… she was pretty sure that some people wouldn’t have jobs. Tea? Vanessa quirked a brow. She wasn’t a tea drinker by any stretch of the imagination. Her weakness was iced coffee; then again that was more perk her up than it was a comfort drink. Vanessa then made a face. “Do I look like a tea drinker daddy?” She chuckled a little bit. “I’ll try some though.” She added politely with a bit of a smile.

If it made him happy to make her tea then she would try a cup of tea. She reached in her pocket and handed him the card to the lawyer she was using. Vanessa mostly used lawyers within the Whitmore Firm, so the name shouldn’t have come as a shock to Jerry. “I’m going after him.” She was of course speaking in a legal sense of the word.

Vanessa still had a room at Jerry’s house. Why she didn’t know but she had left a few things here last time. “I think I left most of what I need here last time. Though I think I need to grab a brush; but I can send Martin to the store for me.” She didn’t usually send Martin for errands but the rules were out the window when she was on lockdown. Public places were off limits. “I should text Evan and let him know I got here alright.” She knew her husband would worry about her until he heard from her.

∵ Jeremiah Whitmore, ∵

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[attr="class","Whitmorenerlyric"]Every heart has a mission
And we are called to be human

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[Jeremiah Whitmore]

"I remember a time when you used to love drinking tea actually. Always used to throw little tea parties with your toys." He retorted half teasing, half reminiscing. Oh the memories of his little girl when she was actually little were precious. But now someone had gone after his little girl and he wasn't going to stand for that. No way no how. "That's my girl." He replied proudly when she said she'd be going after the man in a legal sense. Taking the card he nodded approvingly when he saw the name of the lawyer she was using. Yes Jerry was going to have to call the guy and talk legal strategy and resources. But first things first he went to the kitchen and put the kettle on, brewing a soothing herbal tea he had come to love during his time overseas. The recipe was much less of an acquired taste and was more universally palatable than a lot of the other teas he made. Jerry found the herbs in the recipe naturally calming and he genuinely believed it would help relax his daughter, but the tea wasn't solely for her benefit. The act of making it occupied him for a few minutes and took him back to his trip and what he had learned about being calm and centered, allowing him to take a minute to collect himself before he did anything bullheaded and steamed ahead like a tornado. Pouring the tea into an oriental style cup he carried it to Vanessa and handed it to her. He took a physical breath, consciously slowing down his 'dad mode'. Walking to the phone he picked it up and called her lawyer to arrange a meeting with him to discuses turbo-ing his resources and forming the strongest plan to proverbially annihilate Bentley. After the call Jerry sat down and put his arm around his daughter. "You okay baby girl?" he asked softly. Yes she was a tough cookie and he knew she hadn't been hurt, but what happened was still upsetting and disruptive. What kind of a daddy would he be if didn't ask? Vanessa Whitmore-Cross . ~*~