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"Charles you must know something. I'm sure I don't need to remind you what will happen if this article goes public." Bart threatened. "You go t--"
Knock, knock.
"Who is it!" Bart demanded, storming out from behind his desk and flinging the office door open. "I gave specific instructions not to be disturbed."
Blair Waldorf stood behind the door casually inspecting her nails as if she hadn't heard the door opening, after a few agonizing seconds she looked up.
"Mr. Bass." She smiled, "How are you?" She pushed past him and into the office. She stood behind the now unoccupied desk and fixed the shocked Chuck with a smirk.
"Ms. Waldorf what on earth are you doing here?" Bart asked coldly. "And how did you get past the guards?"
"Those two lovely men beside the door?" Blair asked innocently. "I just so happened to mention I was thirsty and they practically ran to get me some refreshment."
"Blair..." Chuck said warningly. "What are you doing?"
"Saving your ass." She hissed, before turning back to a furious Bart Bass. "Now where was I? Oh yes, I was just about to get Dan Humphrey out of your lives for good."
"Excuse me?"
"It should be in here somewhere..." Blair rooted in her overly large handbag. "Aha!" She pulled out a worn bundle of handwritten papers along with a microchip.
"And what may I ask is that?" She could tell Bart was losing his patience so she stopped teasing.
"This is the only copy of 'A Bass' Life'. I'm sure you've heard of it, in fact I think both of you have starring roles."
"Waldor--"
"And this," She held up the microchip, "Is the hard-drive for Humphreys computer. I seemed to have caught him at a bad time, he was just finishing up a project he had been working on. I arrived just before he pressed send."
"How exactly did you manage to procure such goods?" Bart's tone had gone from angry, to disbelieving with just a touch of hopefulness.
Blair flinched for a second before regaining her composure. "I can be very persuasive when I want to be."
"I can vouch for that." Chuck said quietly, his eyes boring into her head.
Bart looked at her for a few seconds before apparently believing her. He walked slowly over to the desk and pressed the intercom. "Julia get me my lawyer on the phone. Tell him I need him here ASAP."
Blair smiled radiantly.
"May I?" Bart asked, taking a step back and holding his hand out for the papers.
"Of course," Blair started to reach out but pulled her hand back at the last second. "Shoot, it appears that I have a thread loose on my sweater. I don't suppose I could..." She motioned towards a silver lighter that was laying next to a packet of cigars on the desk.
"Go right ahead." Bary said politely.
Blair expertly burnt the thread with her free hand before the lighter 'slipped' out of her hand, setting the papers on fire. "Ahh!" She screeched, dropping the papers to the floor and stomping the fire out with her high heels for longer then was strictly necessary.
Bart watched in shock as Blair then 'dropped' the microchip and both Bass' winced when they heard the unmistakable sound of broken plastic.
"Oh no!" Blair put her hands up to her mouth in despair, "Without the evidence you can't possibly sue them!"
Bart was speechless, while a slow smirk spread on Chuck's face.
Blair dropped her hands and stared Bart directly in the eye. "I've read Humphrey's work. He's good. Really good. There's no doubt that he'll make it big one day. And when he does it will be all the more satisfying to ruin his life. I trust you'll keep that in mind."
She looked down at her watch. "Now if you will excuse me, I'm late for an engagement." With that she turned on her heel and strode out of the office.
She hadn't even made it halfway down the hall before a voice called her back.
"Waldorf," She turned and saw Chuck looking at her anxiously. "You didn't..."
"Read it? No." She stated. When he looked at her in askance she added; "I figured if you wanted me to know you would have told me."
He sighed, visibly relieved. Then he looked at her and smirked. "Does this mean I should feel guilty about reading your diary?"
She glared at him.
"Blair..." He called after her again as she turned to leave. "Thank you." He said earnestly.
Blair smiled. "For you...Anytime."
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"Hello Dean Barroby? It's Blair Waldorf.."
YALE ADMISSIONS LIST – CONSTANCE BILLARDS AND ST. JUDES
CLASS OF 2013
CONFIRMED BY DEAN BARROBY
1. Serena Van der Woodson
2 Thomas Cooke
3. Daniel Humphrey
A few hours earlier....
"Mr Humphrey." Blair plastered a fake smile on her face. "Is Dan here."
"Blair." Rufus greeted the girl at his door with a sigh. "Why is it that whenever I see you I start to fear for my children?"
"I'll choose to ignore that comment." Blair pushed her way into the house. "Now is he here or not?"
"He popped out to see Vanessa, he should be back soon if you want to...wait." Manners forced him to ask.
"Hey Dad, Nate and I are- Blair?" Jenny asked incredulously. "What are you doing here?"
"Can't I just drop by and visit a friend without there being some ulterior motive?" Blair huffed.
"No." Nate, Jenny and Rufus all chorused.
Blair glared at them.
"Seriously B, why are you here?" Nate demanded.
"Well it's certainly not to see you." Blair assured. "And stop looking so worried Little J, if I cared about you and Nate you wouldn't be together right now."
"Like we need your permission." Nate glared at her.
"Speaking of permission," Blair ignored him, "Well done with the fashion show J. Eleanor was furious."
"Yes, well Jenny has decided to return to school full time, so you can assure your mom that there will me no more incidents such as that." Rufus said sternly, "Be good." He warned as he left the loft.
"I'm sure she'll be thrilled." Blair rolled her eyes and looked at her watch impatiently. "How much longer will Cabbage Patch be? I have better things to do then wait around in Brooklyn all day."
"You're here to see Dan?" Jenny asked, "Why? You can't stand each other."
"It isn't a social visit. Trust me. He has something that I want."
"I do?" Dan asked, walking into the loft.
"Yes. That story about Bart Bass. Give it to me." She demanded.
"Did Chuck send you here?" Dan replied confused.
"He doesn't even know I'm here." Blair told him.
"Then why are you helping him. You're not even together." Dan reminded her.
"And whose fault is that!?" Blair glared.
"Okay I'm confused." Nate sighed. "What is this about a story, and why is it Dan's fault that you and Chuck aren't together?"
"What, Humphrey didn't tell you?" Blair laughed humorlessly. "Serena convinced me to ask Dan for advice and he managed to persuade me not to tell Chuck how I really feel."
"Dan you did that?" Jenny frowned.
"Yeah well after what her and Chuck did to Vanessa, can you blame me."
"What did you two do to Vanessa." Nate demanded.
"She tried to blackmail me with that picture of Marcus and Catherine so I tried to get Chuck to seduce her." Blair spat. "Unfortunately it backfired and Vanessa came out looking like a martyr."
"She blackmailed you using that picture?" Nate asked quietly, "Did she really stoop that low?"
"Not as perfect as you thought, is she." Blair said sarcastically.
"You know what, I've heard enough. C'mon Nate let's go." Jenny shook her head and led Nate away.
"Can we just focus here, Blair I'm not giving you the story so you should just go." Dan remained firm.
"What if I told you I could get you early acceptance to Yale?"
"Impossible," Dan shook his head.
Blair looked at him. "Yale usually accepts two candidates from Constance and St. Jude's each year. One boy and one girl. This year they made an exception for myself and Serena so they bumped it up to three. Think about it. Three places, four applicants. And if one of those applicants happened to drop out..."
"You would really give up your dream college for Chuck Bass?" Dan asked.
Blair looked at him and didn't reply. "So do we have a deal?" She pressed.
Dan thought for a few seconds before nodding his head. "Yes. Yes we have a deal."
"Good. Now I want every copy, including the original, and you computer memory." Blair informed him.
Dan sighed but obliged. A few minutes later he returned with a microchip and a bunch of papers. "That's everything. You're lucky you came when you did. I was going to send the final draft to the publishers tonight."
"Well then I guess I saved us both a lot of trouble. I'll make the call to the Dean tonight." Blair turned and left without another word.
