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"Who do you think you are to summon me?" Georgina hissed as she was escorted into Chuck's office by a senior member of Bass Industries' security team. She immediately ripped her arm out of his hand as she glared at the man she'd struggled against since the moment she'd arrived. "Keep your hands off me."

"Thank you, Simmons, I'll call you when Ms. Sparks is ready to leave," Chuck waved the security guard away.

"I'll be just outside, Sir," Simmons nodded.

"What a welcome," Georgina glared harshly at her one time lover, "You order me to your building, and then have your security team frisk me. They were one step away from strip-searching me. I should press charges."

"Knock yourself out," Chuck encouraged her, "They were merely responding to you assaulting the receptionist with her stapler."

"What is this all about?" Georgina tapped her foot impatiently.

"Have a seat," Chuck urged her, "Can I get you anything? Perhaps a beverage? Do you still like the hard stuff? I have a full bar at my disposal."

"I happen to be a recovery alcoholic," Georgina crossed her arms in front of her chest as she plopped herself down in one of the leather chairs across from his desk.

"They must have changed the definition of recovering," Chuck replied, "If your performance at your son's dance is any indication."

"That was just a minor slip," Georgina insisted, "I've been sober for three months."

"We'll just pretend that you're telling the truth because I'd really like to keep this conversation brief," Chuck responded, not for a minute believing that she was anything more than three hours sober by her bloodshot eye.

"You have your goons haul me back into the city, the least you could do is make it worth my while. How about we have lunch and catch up properly?" Georgina suggested.

"This isn't a reunion between friends. This is business, nothing more," Chuck responded calmly, "What's it going to take to keep you out of our lives forever?"

"I've stayed out of your life," Georgina insisted, "It wasn't until your daughter got her hooks into my little boy that our paths crossed. I bet she's a chip off the old block, right Chuckie. She's probably corrupted half of Manhattan just as her father once did. Now she's trying to corrupt my little angel. I don't know about the other parents, but I will not stand idly by and let that happen. One Bass has already destroyed our family enough."

"And how did I destroy your life?" Chuck inquired. His voice was calmer than he felt. He wanted to jump across his desk and choke the life out of his nemesis for saying one ill word regarding his daughter, but he knew she was baiting him. He wouldn't allow himself to bite.

"You rejected me. You got me high and drunk and used me, then just discarded me like some chewed up piece of gum."

"That's not how I recall it. You got yourself high and drunk all on your own. I just so happened to stumble upon you. You advanced upon me. You seduced me," Chuck replied, "You have no one to blame for your miserable life but yourself."

"And you fought so valiantly," Georgina snorted in disgust. "You dropped your pants faster than a hundred meter sprinter at the Olympics."

"Enough of this trip down memory lane," Chuck replied, "Tell me what it's going to take to get you to stay out of my family's life, and by extension the lives of your sons. It's become painfully clear that they see you as the nuisance that the rest of us do."

"You cannot take my boys away from me," Georgina growled.

"You're right," Chuck nodded, "Taking them away means that you had some sort of relationship to take away. We both know that they cannot tolerate the sight of you."

"I don't have to stand here and take this abuse," she rose with a huff as she dashed towards the door.

"Do they know about Saint Petersburg?" Chuck called out to her. She froze at his words.

"What do you know about Saint Petersburg?" Georgina whipped herself around to look at him, her posture was challenging, but her eyes showed the fear that one of her many secrets had been unearthed.

"Russian mafia, lady of the evening, all of it," Chuck replied, "I never thought you'd sink that low."

"It was a mistake, a misunderstanding," Georgina insisted.

"Maybe the first night," Chuck nodded, "But how can you explain the next three months."

"You are the most manipulative disgusting person on the face of this earth!" she growled, "You have no problem throwing people's mistakes in their faces, but heaven forbid you take responsibility for your own. I should tell your precious little princess about all the heinous things you have done."

"Go right ahead," Chuck baited her, "Charlotte knows about my past, all the truly awful things that I've done. I've seen the error of my ways and turned my life around. You clearly have not."

"What do you want from me?" she hissed.

"It's very simple," Chuck responded calmly, "I'd like you to stay out of the lives of my family. I don't want you anywhere near my wife, my sons, and especially my daughter. If your meddling in the affairs of your sons in any way hurts my daughter, there will be severe consequences."

"You do not have any right to get involved in the relationship with my sons," Georgina hissed.

"Do as you please with your boys, I truly could care less, but I love my daughter in a way you are incapable of imagining," he replied, "Evan is a good kid, despite your blood coursing through his veins, and my daughter has genuine feelings for him. If he hurts my daughter because of something that you have done, I will end you."

"And what is it that you can do to me?" she challenged him again.

"For whatever reason, your parents have seen fit to keep your European adventures fully funded despite all the embarrassment that you cause them. I can promise that free ride that you've been given will end. I will go after your family's company and in doing so, I will drain their bank accounts of every last cent. How long before they pull that trust fund of yours?"

"You couldn't," Georgina stated.

"I could," he chuckled darkly, "Haven't you heard, Georgie, I'm a brilliant businessman. Your daddy's precious company is publicly traded. I just purchased five percent of the company's stock. It won't take much more to gain control, and I know your father. He will do whatever it takes to keep his company safe. He will risk everything, and I'll let him. I'll let him mortgage everything, and then I'll swoop in and buy the banks. That diverse portfolio they have their money invested in will collapse."

"If you're such a brilliant businessman, why are you telling me all of this? You have to know that I'll run straight to Daddy and tell him all of your plans. Your element of surprise is gone," Georgina challenged him.

"I want him to know, and there is even a slim chance that he might actually believe your crazy rant," Chuck stated, "I want him to try and outmaneuver me. The sense of victory will taste that much sweeter. I want him to know that everything could have been prevented if his screwed up daughter had only stayed out of the lives of people that didn't want her there to begin with. I want him to resent you for the rest of his miserable life."

"You are truly the most horrendous person on the face of this earth," Georgina screeched at the top of her lungs.

"Coming from you, Georgina, that is the highest compliment that I've ever received," he chuckled.

She let out a long string of curse words as she stormed out of the office. The security guard had to run to catch up with her.

"Why was Georgina in your office with the door closed, Bass?" Blair inquired as Chuck emerged from his office to watch the scene unfold.

"Blair!" Chuck's eyes went wide at the sight of his wife in his office, "What are you doing here?"

"Eugenia and I had planned on having lunch," she explained, "But you're avoiding my question. What was the spawn doing here?"

"I wanted to have a little chat," Chuck replied, trying to sound casual although he could suddenly hear his heart hammering in his ears, "We laid all of our cards on the table."

"As long as that is all you laid on the table," she eyed him sternly. She could hear Eugenia snickering behind her. "And you didn't tell me about this because?"

"Because it wasn't important for you to know," Chuck finished out her prompt.

Both Chuck and Eugenia froze as Blair slapped him across the cheek.

"What was that for!" he exclaimed as he rubbed at his face. He couldn't believe that she'd slapped him. It had been years since she'd done such a thing in what was clearly a moment of anger.

"How dare you make a move involving our children without first consulting with me, and then have the nerve to be so casual about it," she growled, "I've always know that you were keeping Georgina out of the city. I was okay with that, but then you do this."

"You don't even know what I did," he snarled.

"You're right. I don't because you never told me. We are a team, Bass. We parent our children as a team. When you do something that affects our children, I need to know about it, before you do it. If I hadn't been here to watch Georgina storm out, you never would have told me she was here. Now I wonder what else you've been keeping from me. Is there a mistress or an illegitimate child out there with your beautiful eyes?"

"You know there's not," he replied, "Where would I get the energy for a mistress, your workouts are pretty draining? And if I had an illegitimate child, it would have come out long ago. Those gossip rags would have jumped all over it."

"What else are you keeping from me, Bass?" she held firm, "What decisions have you made about our lives without me?"

"Blair, you are making entirely too big a deal about this," Chuck insisted as he continued to rub at his face. She'd hit him harder than he wanted to admit.

"These are my children, Bass," Blair insisted, "Weren't you the one that was comparing me to Mama Bear?"

"I didn't say that thinking that Mama Bear would attack Papa Bear," he replied.

"Eugenia, I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to cancel our lunch. I think Mister Bass and I have a few things to discuss. By all means, keep our reservation and invite that wonderful husband of yours. Make sure that you put the entire meal on Mister Bass's personal accountant," Blair turned towards Chuck's assistant before she returned her attention to her husband, snatching his tie and giving it a hard tug, "Get your jacket. You're taking me to lunch."

"Eugenia, cancel the rest of my afternoon," Chuck told his assistant.

"Don't bother," Blair halted his assistant, "Lunch is all you're getting today, Bass."

"Cancel my afternoon," Chuck repeated as he disappeared into his office to grab his suit jacket.

"What is the point, Bass?" Blair scowled at him as he took her hand and guided her to the elevator.

Eugenia could hear them arguing until the elevator closed with them inside. She couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped as she began rearranging his appointments for later that week. She knew she wouldn't be seeing her boss for the rest of the day. Blair's anger wouldn't last too long. Her boss was simply too charming for his wife to resist.

"I cannot believe that you tried for limo sex," Blair admonished him as they stepped into their penthouse apartment after having lunch. They'd been going in circles with their argument throughout their brief lunch. The manager had the nerve to ask them to leave as they were disturbing the other patrons, so Chuck had told their driver to return them to the penthouse so they could finish their argument in the comforts of their own home.

"I did not try for limo sex," he told her, "I was merely reaching for your hand to get your attention as you'd been giving me the silent treatment since we left the restaurant."

"I have never been so humiliated as I was today," Blair snapped, "We were asked to leave one of my favorite restaurants in all of New York City because you couldn't keep your voice down. Now I can never go back there. It's all your fault."

"They didn't ban you for life, Waldorf," he rolled his eyes. "You can go back whenever you like?"

"And risk further humiliation, I think not, and it's Bass to you, you Basshole. I've been a Bass for seventeen years. Keep that straight."

"What more do you want from me?" Chuck threw up his hands in exasperation, "I've told you all the details of the threat I made against Georgina. I have nothing further to give you."

"I haven't heard anything yet that resembles an apology," Blair snapped.

"Are you serious!" he hissed, "Has it really been this simple? I could have avoided the public spectacle if I'd offered up a simple apology."

"No, it's not that simple," she crossed her arms as she gave him her stern glare, "I don't know if I can trust you after what you just pulled."

"You can't mean that."

"I mean it," she held firm, "We've been together for over half my life now, and I have never felt like I do now. I know you love me and the children more than anything in this world. I know that you would do anything within your power to protect us, but I have always thought that when it came to something like this that you would at least discuss it with me before you acted."

"I'm sorry," he replied, "I'm sorry I didn't discuss my plans with you. I'm sorry that I acted behind your back, but please don't tell me that you cannot trust me. We worked too hard and have come too far."

"I'm not saying that we have to start back over from square one," Blair assured him as her anger lessened. The sudden panic in his eyes brought her back to that emotionally closed off man that she'd first fallen in love with that had been unable to express his true feelings. She knew where his thoughts were taking him, and it broke her heart. After having all those years together, he still had thoughts that he was not good enough for her. "I'm not packing my bags, Bass. I love you unconditionally and nothing you could do would ever change that. I know that with a little bit of work we can get back to where I trust you unconditionally as well, but you have to start telling me everything. You cannot pick and choose anymore."

"So every business deal, every interaction I have throughout the day, every dollar that I spend," he concluded.

"Don't patronize me, Bass," she scowled, "You know darn well that I don't give a damn about any of that. I'm talking about the truly important things, things that affect the lives of our children, things that affect our friends and family, and things that affect our marriage."

"Okay," he nodded, "From this moment on, I'm an open book."

"Good," she replied, "Now tell me what else you have planned."

"Nothing," Chuck told her, "Unless Georgina makes some sort of move against us, this is the end of it."

"For your sake, I hope you're right," Blair cautioned him.

TBC . . .