NTR: Mommy Will Help You! 303. Chief Lauren

They arrived at a private office quickly, one that appeared quite opulent in contrast to the rest of the police station. A desk crafted from fine wood stood there, along with a bookcase lined with volumes that spanned the room's walls, and a big window offering a view of the city streets far below.

In the room's center sat two plush sofas facing each other, separated by a small table holding several plates of treats.

A middle-aged woman occupied one sofa, clad in a blue police uniform shirt stretched taut over her chest, emphasizing her deep cleavage straining against the fabric.

Her tight black skirt clung to her form, ending just shy of her rear, exposing her full thighs since she wore no stockings, lending her an alluring vibe.

Her silver-white hair was pulled into a neat bun, and red-framed glasses perched on her lovely face, complemented by subtle makeup that enhanced her striking features.

When Oliver and John entered her office, she rose and offered a brief smile. 'Nice to see you again, Mr. John, and a pleasure to meet you for the first time, Mr. Oliver. I'm Lauren, the police chief for this district.'

Lauren reached out to shake hands with both men, then gestured for them to take the sofa while she settled across from them.

The moment the chief sat, her eyes scanned Oliver from head to foot. That piercing stare felt like it pierced straight through him, as if she could uncover all his secrets in a single glance.

Oliver grew uneasy, sensing she'd transformed into someone else upon sitting, based on her demeanor.

He cleared his throat to shatter the tense quiet. 'Chief Lauren, how can I assist you?'

Shaking her head, the chief dismissed his concern with a wave. 'No need to fret, Mr. Oliver. Mr. John has filled me in on the incident, and we've handled the follow-up. You can relax about what comes next.'

Oliver frowned, suspecting something off in the chief's manner. 'So why request this meeting, Chief Lauren? There must be a purpose for summoning me here.'

The chief nodded and glanced at John, who caught the hint, stood, and politely left. 'I'll wait outside, Mr. Oliver.'

With the door clicking shut, Lauren leaned in, fixing Oliver with a grave look. 'Straight to it, Mr. Oliver. I'm among those in this city controlled by the Ashfords. That puts me under your control now, in a way.'

'I'm not following...' Oliver said, unsure of the direction.

'You grasp it perfectly, Mr. Oliver. Powerful figures here keep police on payroll for their dirty dealings—to bury problems or erase messes. That's reality.' The chief explained, pulling out a cigarette, lighting it with a match, and slipping it between her red lips. 'Now, as you step into your family's wealth and empire, I pledge loyalty to you too.'

After a deep puff, she went on. 'Naturally, this isn't gratis. You get that, right?' Smoke curled from her lips with each syllable.

'Got it, Chief,' Oliver replied, piecing it together. 'You brought me here to discuss the 'deals' for our upcoming ventures, correct?'

A smirk crossed Lauren's face as she nodded. 'Exactly, Mr. Oliver. I've got some 'deals' in mind.'

Her smile vanished as she stubbed out the cigarette, her face turning solemn. 'You know this city brims with graft, crime, brutality, and all its ills. So please, avoid rash moves like today's limb-breaking on major players without weighing the fallout.'

Locking eyes with him intently, she added, 'Repeat today's chaos, and covering it up or vanishing it won't be simple. Clear, Mr. Oliver?'

Oliver let out a deep sigh, admitting silently that her words held truth. In truth, he hadn't weighed his actions carefully before shattering that man's limbs. Had he paused to think, such a massive uproar wouldn't have ignited, pushing everything to a boiling point.

That single burst of rash fury and temper had imperiled them all, forcing a desperate getaway in their vehicle while under fire and pursuit. Hardly an enviable position to find themselves in.

"Alright, chief, I got it. It won't happen again." Oliver vowed, slumping back against the sofa with arms folded tightly across his chest. "Is there anything else we need to talk about? Otherwise, I'd like to get going back home now, Chief Lauren."

Lauren drew deeply on her cigarette once more, exhaling a thick plume of smoke right before her face, while fixing the young man with a seductive gaze. "No, Mr. Oliver. We can discuss other things at another time. It would be a good idea to meet up again next week or so if possible."

With those words spoken, Lauren rose to her feet and offered her hand for a shake, as Oliver stood and gripped it firmly.

"I'll be in contact soon, Chief." Oliver declared before exiting the room, her eyes burning into his retreating figure with fervent intensity.

"Mr. John, I've finished talking with the chief." Oliver notified the lawyer waiting just outside. "And we're leaving."

John gave a nod. "Okay then. The cars are ready to go, Mr. Oliver. Let's head out."