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London:Have no doubt. I’m gloating my ass off over here.
As predicted. I wouldn’t expect anything less from her.
Now I wait for Seraphina to message me. I’m sure my gift has her twisted in knots that I look forward to unraveling.
“We did it.”
Melchior’s voice in my doorway forces me to look up from my phone, ruining my anticipation of her message. “I’m going to need a little more detail to know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
He grips the top of the frame and tips forward, always needing to be in motion due to his excessive energy.
“Clarabella got thirty-seven million daily views last month and sixty-four million this month so far with seventeen days left until December. The show’s officially a hit, and we’ve already got all the merch in stores now.”
Perfect. My media expert’s calculation that the pre-school cartoon exploding on YouTube would take off was accurate, and now we’re in perfect position to cash in on her correct prediction. Apparel, plush, figurines, and pretend play have already hit the stores. “Tell Carmen to get me revised production numbers going into next season. They need to pull the trigger on the partnerships with Mega Block and Play Doh too.”
M’s arms drop to his side, and he gives me the look that he’d rather do anything in the world than relay messages and analyze data. Too fucking bad.
Despite how much he just wants to fuck people up there are other things I need him to do. No sense wasting the brains he actually has just because he likes physical more than cerebral.
“What are you so happy about?”
See? Right there. He catches shit because I haven’t said or done anything to make him think I’m different than normal, but he still can tell. “Nothing. I’ve got stuff to do and don’t want to waste time arguing with you. Just do what I say and be gone with yourself.”
Instead of leaving, he strides in and plops down as defiant as ever.
“You fucking someone?”
“Aren’t I always?”
“Nope. I mean someone special.”
His goofy tone forces me to look at him. The smirk on his stupid face needs to be punched off but I can’t waste my time when my phone pings.
Seraphina:No one has ever made me feel as special as you do. Thank you for this incredible gift. I’m just blown away.
“It’s her, isn’t it?”
He’s practically giddy in his smugness. The fuck?
Less than forty-eight hours ago, he ended a man with kicks and punches. Now he’s up in my business like a teenage girl. As always, I ignore him.
Me:You’re welcome angel. I’m glad you like it.
Seraphina:I absolutely love it.
Me:Good. I’ll get one for your apartment too. No arguments. I’m doing it.
No response.
That’s okay and expected. She has to get used to my generosity.
Seraphina:I’ll accept but on one condition.
Me:What?
Seraphina:You have to help me decorate it.
Me:Done.
