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"I'm terribly sorry I haven't been able to attend your calls this week. We're working on launching a new cafeteria in Mandiville. It's been very busy."
"I read about that launch inA Sweet Taste.That's why I called. I'd like to attend it with my girl."
ReadI'd like to gussy myself up for my whore and stuff my face with free food in exchange for a few shitty pictures and some exposure.
But the exposure was always good.
"I have you on the list," I replied, trying my best to not twitch my eyes. "As soon as we have the details down, you'll be getting a special invite."
"Oh, are you doing the Easter eggs-themed invite you did last time?"
I tutted. "Some things are best left to the imagination, James! Excuse me, I have another call."
I'd hit my limit on chatting with him. Social media had propelled pigs like Baker to the limelight, but come what may, you could never sew a silk purse out of a sow's ear. He'd still be a pig with a blue tick.
"Clive, any news on the ex-SEALs?"
"They're on their way."
"Very good. Is there anything else?"
This was his cue to leave, and he did just that.
Juniper Davis, I'm coming for you. I'm gonna hunt you until you're destroyed from all ends.
Just why did I love to hate feisty Juniper? There had been a time when I wasalmostfond of her. Of course, that hadn't stopped me from playing the long con with her too. That was just something I did.
But I'd honestly expected her to be a better receptor. She was the kind of girl who could have made a good disciple had she not been so bogged down by her sense of propriety.
The SEALs could go on with their scavenging. Sooner or later, they'd fall right into the little trap I'd arranged for all of them. And when they did, she'd be looking at jail time.
I took a last, disappointed look at the glossy photos spread out on the rich mahogany table in front of me.
Juniper looked like she was having the time of her life with the SEALs. The bastards I'd hired to do one job.
One job that did not involve sleeping with their Target.
I shrugged. I had a feeling I could still count on them to finish what they were getting paid for. Money could buy anything.
Whoever thought differently was either disillusioned or disadvantaged.
And if it all went to pot, I'd still end up with my biggest nemesis dead. That was most important.
My biggest agenda was to finish her off and leave no crumbs behind.
I rubbed my hands gleefully, relishing in all that was anticipated. The world needed to celebrate more people like us. People who unabashedly lived to cause destruction. We kept the natural order running.
Everyone needed a religion.
And chaos is mine.
18
Miguel
In my hometown, we had a word for men like Hunter Montgomery. Amañoso. He reminded me of all the cunning people I'd met growing up, but in towns like the one where I grew up, cunningness was born from a desperate urge to survive.
