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“Exactly. And you’ll need help—”
“We won’t need help with vengeance, I can assure you.”
“And I can assure you that you will. You don’t know Hong Kong, especially now—”
“Then let us say that any agreement would be contingent upon us finding Dorina—in whatever condition she may be—and upon your information and aid being material to her retrieval. If it doesn’t help us, you get nothing—”
“Hey!” I said, a little more forcefully.
“—and, of course, there will be further conditions—”
“Aren’t there always?” Zheng asked sardonically.
“—which will have to be negotiated, although that can wait until—”
“Hey!” I slapped the desk, hard enough to rattle the few items on it.
Both men stopped to look at me.
I frowned at Louis-Cesare. “We need to talk.”
“Now?”
“Yes, now.”
“I’ll step outside,” Zheng offered.
“We will,” Louis-Cesare said, which made Zheng raise a big, black eyebrow. As if offended that we might think his office was bugged. But he didn’t object, probably because the whole damned place was.
We stepped out. And immediately wished we hadn’t, or at least I did. Because the hallway was already full.
“No, she better!” Lily was saying, as I started digging through my purse.
“What are you—” Louis-Cesare began, watching me.
“Just wait a minute.” The bag was larger than the one I’d lost, an experimental type that I’d left on the plane when we went to Hassani’s, because I was still getting used to the idea. It had come courtesy of the same guy who’d designed the graffiti gun, the father of a war mage friend who loved to tinker with strange magic.
And this was about as strange as it got.
Not that it looked like it. It was almost a clone of my other purse, both big, black leather numbers, although this one had an extra wide opening. It also had an added feature, if I could remember how to turn it on . . .
“That’s absurd,” Rashid was saying, with a sneer. “These . . . things . . . of yours are not superior to real women.”
“Oh, no?” Lily pulled a petite brunette, who had just left a room with a client, into the argument. “You like big bust? Big bust!” she said.
Louis-Cesare made a sound and I looked up. I don’t know what Lily had done; I hadn’t seen her do anything. But the girl’s former A cup was suddenly full and running over, to the point that she popped a couple of buttons on her shirt. One of them hit Bahram, who was eating again, but he didn’t seem to mind.
Unlike his friend.
“That!” Rashid said pointing, and appearing outraged. “That is absurd!”
Lily made a disgusted sound. “You not know what you talking about! You like the booty? There you go, big, big booty!”
She held a hand over the area in question, and the brunette’s backside suddenly ballooned outward, until a Brazilian supermodel would have been envious. And until I feared for the integrity of her skirt. Fortunately, it stretched.
“Stop that!” Rashid demanded angrily, as the girl flexed one side and then the other, getting used to her new assets. And then twerked a little, because who wouldn’t have?
But Lily did not stop. “You like big lips? There you go. Big lips!”
