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To say that Erik Adams was having a bad day would be a grave understatement. In all of his twenty-nine years of life he could not recall a single day that reached this level of horrible. The young software designer had spent the good part of the day in a long grueling, but thank god final, meeting with his lawyer, now ex wife and her own attorney.

She had gotten less then what she wanted but he had wanted a faithful wife and a family with the blond heiress so he figured they both broke even on the scale of satisfaction.

For a man that had made a living creating technology to do what he wanted he was unsurprisingly not good with dealing with failure. Not that it was his fault his marriage of two years fell apart. If asked his friends would say they kind of felt that something was off with her. His employees didn't say much but a mumbled sorry and averted eyes. His best friend on the other hand would laugh and say she was even surprised the marriage lasted as long as it did. Kat had never liked Veronica.

Of course the other woman in his life- Kat would get a kick out of being called the other woman- hadn't helped with his mood. After the final hearing before the ink was even dried his business partner was calling demanding he get back to the office and stop her from killing one of the heads of their off shores building for being in her words " a flaming bag of douches." When told to deal with it her self he was taking a personal day he had gotten called a girl for all of his want to mourn the loss of his marriage. The comforting short she was not.

It had been a long horrible day that had found him walking the streets circling around the same block trying to work up the energy to get into his car and go home. Alone.

Every time the word crossed his mind a bubble of rage would form in the pit of his stomach. Traveling upward, clenching teeth and curling fingers into a fist. Maybe walking around in public wanted the best option for him right now.

"Go home Erik. Not like you can avoid it forever." Running a hand through his dark hair and loosening his tie the now bachelor gave in to his own words. Finishing up his lap around the tall glass building and heading for the parking garage. He’d see how many traffic laws he could break on the way out of the city.

The answer was three and a half but since he hadn’t gotten pulled over he counted it as zero.



He lived just outside the city in a house that he had picked out for a woman he thought would be his true love. A castle for their happy ever after. It was slightly smaller then the home she had grown up in - leagues above the two bedroom his parents had bought when he was a child- but it was private. A quick drive into the city but none of the neighbors and apartment like penthouses. It had three floors and a backyard that he had planned to build tree houses in.

Now it was quiet and empty.

Three hours and a half bottle of scotch later the house was full of noise. Mostly the music that Veronica hated and in one room ( he had forgotten which) on a flat screen played the home screen of their wedding DvD. He had watched it two times before flinging the contents of a glass at the screen and going off to blare music to cover up the sound of the band Veronica just had to have.

It was safe to say that Erik Adams was working his way through his fist night as a free name. It was also safe to say he wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone often human like variety. Which was evident when his phone rang and with out looking at caller id he told the person on the other line where they could go.

On an unrelated not his father planned to call the next day as soon as the sun came up.

( Figured I'd leave him home and angry. Perfect for insulting Angel's disguised as homeless old beggars.)