That was dirty what I did to Jacquie, thought Simon on the drive to Gillingham's office.
"Jacquie seemed a little upset," said
Kitten staring at the night lamps as they whizzed by.
"Don't worry your pretty little head
about Kitten, he'll be fine. You can never tell with that guy anyway." I wonder if Kitten is okay? Fuck I know
Jacquie isn't okay. Fucking Salty fucked everything up, now Gillingham's
gunning for my balls, fuck.
"How are you doing, Kitten?"
"I'm alright, Simon...you should have let
Jacquie in though."
Simon took a deep breathe through his
nose. "I could really use your support, not your opinion right now, Kitten. I
did what I thought was best for Jacquie."
"You were protecting him?"
"You're damn right I was protecting
him!"
"But then why didn't you protect me?"
Kitten yelled as she turned to Simon and hit him on the arm. She burst into
tears, "why did you make me dance for that psycho?"
"I didn't know that would happen. I
didn't want you to be involved either, but I didn't have a choice. This has all
been part of Gillingham's plan."
"Yeah his second plan, after you FUCKED
up the first one!"
"Kitten, I know you're upset, but right
now, SHUT THE FUCK UP, and chill!"
Kitten turned back in her seat, crossed
her arms, and tightened her lips.
The black Lincoln pulled up to
Gillingham's building. The couple got out and headed for the sixty-sixth floor.
They passed the night guard who tipped his hat to the fast walking dame.
Outside of the office, Simon pushed a button.
"Come in, leave the girl outside."
Simon walked in. Gillingham was in the
exact same spot he was in six and half hours ago. Simon sat down on the other
side of Gillingham's desk. Gillingham offered Simon a cigar or a drink. Simon
refused.
"Let's get on with it then, how'd it
go?"
"I wouldn't be here if it went anyway
other that great."
"Can the cheek talk, boy, and tell me
how it went. I noticed Jacquie wasn't amongst the troop."
"I dropped him off before we came here;
you said you wanted him involved as little as possible."
"I do. Your little fuck up meant I had
to let you in closer, dangerous for me and you, but if I can keep Jacquie
farther away then he stays alive. Go on..."
"I had Kitten dress how you said she
should dress. The VP Billows was one weird fucker, like Salty but different, he
seemed more in control."
"He was and he wasn't, Kitten had him in
something of a trance I suspect. Those types are very susceptible to
temptations of the flesh. Kitten went a little mad didn't she?"
Simon swallowed hard, "yes."
"She's on their side now, the price you
pay for fucking with the Syndicate, Simon. What was the message?"
"They want us to frame the incorruptible
Congressman Eric Vasquez at the Damsel."
"Anything else?"
"Nope."
"Excellent."
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