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Authors: Olivia Thorne
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facetiously. “Just the dick.”
He gets an impish gleam in his eye. “You know, as a businessman, it’s my duty to my shareholders to get the best deal on labor… and Dominique did say she’d help out just to be close to me again – ”
I attack his ribs with a vicious case of tickling, and he laughs as I chase him all the way back into the next room.
16
Once we’re back in the main room, Grant claps his hands together. “Alright, back to business.”
Dominique immediately plasters her body against his.
“Business, Dom, business, ” Grant says, and pries her off.
She pouts at him, then throws me some shade with a sideways glance.
I just give her a self-satisfied smirk in return, and she quickly looks away.
“So, you’re both in, right?” Grant asks.
“As we discussed before Dominique arrivé , oui, ” Jean-Paul says.
“Alright,” Grant says, “Dominique, after we get out of this, your cut will be ten million dollars, U.S.”
Her eyebrows shoot up. “Vraiment?”
“Aaaaaah!” Jean-Paul exclaims angrily, his arms held out wide to his side like What the hell are you doing?! “You make me beg, yet you give her money because, why, she slept with you?”
“No, because you’re an asshole,” Grant snaps.
Though the line is funny, I kind of find myself (uncomfortably) siding with JP on this one.
As JP grumbles, Grant runs through the particulars. “We don’t know who Epicurus is. Finding out is the first goal. The second is we need to bring the fight to him – but we need to have the upper hand when we do.”
“What will you do when you find him?” Dominique asks. “Kill him?”
Grant hesitates. “I don’t know… I don’t think so.”
“He is a murderer.”
“I’m not,” Grant says firmly.
“Giving him to the authorities will do nothing to help with the problem of all the stolen paintings,” JP points out.
“Killing him won’t do that either.”
JP shrugs. “True…”
“So the third thing we need to figure out is how to clear my name, and Eve’s, too.”
Dominique says something in a low voice in French.
“Dom…” Grant warns her.
I don’t even want to know.
“ La solution for Eve is simple,” JP says to Grant. “We say you have threatened her.”
“Except we have a witness who knows that he hired me to help him,” I say, thinking of my boss Dan. “And that I voluntarily accepted.”
“Uhhhh… how do you say it – le Syndrome de Stockholm? Like Patty Hearst?”
“It’s the same in English: Stockholm Syndrome. But they still sent Patty Hearst to jail,” I point out.
“Eh… then we tell the truth,” JP says, and gives Grant a smile and a wink. “You seduced her with your magical cock, which no woman can resist. Eh, Dominique?”
I blush, but Dominique turns red for a different reason. She gives JP a full-on eat merde and die look – which she then switches to me.
I just smile and wiggle my eyebrows at her, which enrages her all the more.
“JP,” Grant barks.
“Whaaaat? I speak the truth, no?” he protests impishly.
“I’d say it’s the truth,” I offer, just to piss Dominique off some more.
Mission accomplished. A pulsing vein stands out on her otherwise perfect forehead.
Grant looks at me in irritation. “I know he likes to stir the pot, but I expect more out of you.”
I roll my eyes, but I do realize I’m not exactly helping the situation.
JP frowns in mock puzzlement. “What pot is this you stir? And with what?” he asks, as he begins to gyrate his hips suggestively, like he’s using his penis.
Dominique points at JP’s crotch. “You cannot stir any pot adéquatement with that – ” and here she says something in French.
Grant bursts out laughing, JP looks angry, and Dominique smiles smugly.
“What?” I ask. “What’d she say?”
“She called it a swizzle stick,” Grant answers.
JP says something angrily in French to Dominique, who answers just as loudly and just as angrily –
“PEOPLE!” Grant
He gets an impish gleam in his eye. “You know, as a businessman, it’s my duty to my shareholders to get the best deal on labor… and Dominique did say she’d help out just to be close to me again – ”
I attack his ribs with a vicious case of tickling, and he laughs as I chase him all the way back into the next room.
16
Once we’re back in the main room, Grant claps his hands together. “Alright, back to business.”
Dominique immediately plasters her body against his.
“Business, Dom, business, ” Grant says, and pries her off.
She pouts at him, then throws me some shade with a sideways glance.
I just give her a self-satisfied smirk in return, and she quickly looks away.
“So, you’re both in, right?” Grant asks.
“As we discussed before Dominique arrivé , oui, ” Jean-Paul says.
“Alright,” Grant says, “Dominique, after we get out of this, your cut will be ten million dollars, U.S.”
Her eyebrows shoot up. “Vraiment?”
“Aaaaaah!” Jean-Paul exclaims angrily, his arms held out wide to his side like What the hell are you doing?! “You make me beg, yet you give her money because, why, she slept with you?”
“No, because you’re an asshole,” Grant snaps.
Though the line is funny, I kind of find myself (uncomfortably) siding with JP on this one.
As JP grumbles, Grant runs through the particulars. “We don’t know who Epicurus is. Finding out is the first goal. The second is we need to bring the fight to him – but we need to have the upper hand when we do.”
“What will you do when you find him?” Dominique asks. “Kill him?”
Grant hesitates. “I don’t know… I don’t think so.”
“He is a murderer.”
“I’m not,” Grant says firmly.
“Giving him to the authorities will do nothing to help with the problem of all the stolen paintings,” JP points out.
“Killing him won’t do that either.”
JP shrugs. “True…”
“So the third thing we need to figure out is how to clear my name, and Eve’s, too.”
Dominique says something in a low voice in French.
“Dom…” Grant warns her.
I don’t even want to know.
“ La solution for Eve is simple,” JP says to Grant. “We say you have threatened her.”
“Except we have a witness who knows that he hired me to help him,” I say, thinking of my boss Dan. “And that I voluntarily accepted.”
“Uhhhh… how do you say it – le Syndrome de Stockholm? Like Patty Hearst?”
“It’s the same in English: Stockholm Syndrome. But they still sent Patty Hearst to jail,” I point out.
“Eh… then we tell the truth,” JP says, and gives Grant a smile and a wink. “You seduced her with your magical cock, which no woman can resist. Eh, Dominique?”
I blush, but Dominique turns red for a different reason. She gives JP a full-on eat merde and die look – which she then switches to me.
I just smile and wiggle my eyebrows at her, which enrages her all the more.
“JP,” Grant barks.
“Whaaaat? I speak the truth, no?” he protests impishly.
“I’d say it’s the truth,” I offer, just to piss Dominique off some more.
Mission accomplished. A pulsing vein stands out on her otherwise perfect forehead.
Grant looks at me in irritation. “I know he likes to stir the pot, but I expect more out of you.”
I roll my eyes, but I do realize I’m not exactly helping the situation.
JP frowns in mock puzzlement. “What pot is this you stir? And with what?” he asks, as he begins to gyrate his hips suggestively, like he’s using his penis.
Dominique points at JP’s crotch. “You cannot stir any pot adéquatement with that – ” and here she says something in French.
Grant bursts out laughing, JP looks angry, and Dominique smiles smugly.
“What?” I ask. “What’d she say?”
“She called it a swizzle stick,” Grant answers.
JP says something angrily in French to Dominique, who answers just as loudly and just as angrily –
“PEOPLE!” Grant
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