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When I focus my eyes back on Percy he’s looking at me. His eyes widen slightly before they narrow into angry slits.
“You.” He mouths. I can’t hear him, but I see it. One lip hitches up like he’s just tasted something disgusting on his tongue.
Guess there’s no turning back now.
I walk faster to where he is, throw my leg over the picnic bench he is on and sit.
“Who sent you?” He growls out, but I can barely hear him. There’s too much background noise.
I lean forward so I can speak in his ear and not have to scream. The instant scent of whiskey and pencil shavings hits my nose. I have to shake my head to focus on what I’m supposed to be doing. “No one. I’m here on my own.” I say honestly.
He turns to speak in my ear. My nerves are already peaked but having him this close sends me into overdrive, “Bullshit, who are you working for? I don’t have time to play games.”
“No games, it’s just me.”
He pulls back slightly letting those haunting eyes roam over my face, “Fine, what do you want and why shouldn’t I just go to the police with this matter.”
“Well, Mr. Snow, let’s think about that. If you were going to go to the police you would have done so already, you don’t want this leaking which is how I know you won’t.”
He leans back and stares at me like he’s trying to figure out if I’m for real.
“How much?” He grits out.
“What?” I stare into his eyes. I wonder what they look like when he laughs. Do they crinkle up at the sides?
“I said, how much fucking money do you want to get the hell out of my life?”
“I don’t want that,” I say, still mesmerized by his eyes. “I don’t want your money.”
“Then what do you want?”
“You.” The word comes out softer than I’d intended. He furrows his brow and I clear my throat to explain myself.
“I want to interview you.”
“Ugh, you’re a fucking reporter.” He stands up from the table and I do the same.
“Yes, I am. Who else would be interviewing you, a random member of the public?” I chuckle lightly.
“Hey, sit down!” Someone trying to watch the fight screams out.
“Come with me.” Percy grabs my hand and pulls me from in front of the crowd. I turn toward Carrie and see she’s getting up. She doesn’t know what’s going on. I put a hand up to stop her. She nods once and sits back down.
“Who’s that?” Percy snarls at me.
“My best friend just in case you try to kidnap me or something.” I answer honestly.
“Kidnap you? Are you crazy? Do you realize it’s you who is trying to blackmail me? Why the fuck would I try to kidnap you?” His eyes search my face, but all I can offer him in way of an answer is a shrug. I sure ain't going to tell him that it’s what happens in the movies. He already thinks I’m crazy enough as it is.
“Whatever.” He continues to pull me until we’re on the outside of the garden, on the sidewalk away from the majority of people.
“Now, tell me exactly what you want, because an interview isn’t going to happen.” He crosses his arms over his chest and stares at me.
“I think it will.” I cross my arms in the same manner, and look at him the same way that he’s looking at me. Unfortunately, at only 5’4” I don’t come off as intimidating as him.
“Yeah? What makes you so sure?” He tilts his head to the side and swipes his thumb over his bottom lip like he’s deep in thought.
“I’m sure because either way in the next couple of weeks you’re going to be in the papers. It can either be a tasteful, honest bio about you or it can be a shady exposé about your alleged drug use and your ties with the underground here in the city. I wonder how many young college kids Duck has gotten hooked on illicit substances? How far does all your money go? Are you funding all of this?”
