Chapter 1

"You'll have one hundred percent return on your money within two years…or less!"

"Hmmm it does sound irresistible…but I keep control of business financials and expansion, and oversee all hiring and advertising."

"Pacifica, that leaves me only the core business control, the supernatural concepts and creativity, that is not being a business partner."

The two were at an impasse, sitting across from each other in cavernous library. Dipper Pines sitting, almost sunken, into the plush leather wing back chair, and Pacifica Elise Northwest reclining on the curvy velvet lavender chaise, flipping through Dipper's hard copy proposal. Five hundred thousand dollars to launch and fund operations for the first two years of the Supernatural Investigation and Resolution Dipper International Partners, SIRDIP. She closed the folder and threw it back at him Frisbee style. It hit his lap and he scrambled to keep the papers from flying.

"Fine, then leave. It's my way or the highway. With NO MONEY."

Dipper frowned and stood up. "Fine. Thank you for your time." And he turned away towards the door. Just as he was reaching for the doorknob she sighed.

"OK."

He turned around, keeping his best bartering frown even though his heart was pounding. Yes! She is going to say yes!

"OK what?"

She still wasn't looking at him. She was looking at her nails.

"OK, you can also say…have control over hiring. But nothing more."

"Hmmmm. I don't know." And he slowly turned towards the door again, one hand on his chin, looking up in thought, the other hand holding his proposal and almost reaching the doorknob. Then he heard her footsteps. Oh oh. She is going to play hardball now.

He still faced the door as she came up behind him and then he felt her hands on his dark blue blazer covered shoulders. She was pressing herself against his back. Without turning around to look at her, he knew she was pressing her aquamarine figure hugging sleeveless dress against him. He had noticed its mid-thigh length when he first entered the room and knew she was going to press her "advantage" in negotiations, and so steeled himself for her feminine wiles as Grunkle Stan warned she may employ. Now leaning close to his ear she whispered.

"You'll never have this chance again Dipper. No one else would even entertain the thought of giving you a half million dollars for a gamble like this. You can make us both rich. Well, make me richer, but if you don't…well I hope you really like the smell of your Uncle's attic the rest of your life."

Then she began running her fingers through his hair on the back of his head. Then she changed from whisper to baby talk.

"Besides…don't you want to do business with me?" She sounds so disappointed. But I know what you're after Pacifica.

He slowly turned around, and she adjusted herself to his front now, placing a leg to touch the inside of his knee, a hand on his neck and the other hand fondling his proposal.

"And a cut if you decide to sell the business."

"Hmmmm. OK." Looking down at his chest she placed her palm on his white shirt inside the blazer. He rolled his eyes. "I am probably gonna regret this."

She smiled. "Regret getting rich? I don't think so. Especially since that will put you…" and she stepped back and looked him up and down "...in my league." And she tapped his nose with a well-manicured finger.

"I'll have father wire the money to your account. Keep me updated." And she slowly walked away back to the chaise, a walk with the most admirable view her figure hugging dress could show.

Dipper smirked, and then turned around and left.

I'm too smart to play that game. You're getting my business, not my heart.

He closed the door, loudly.