Once darkness fell upon Montmartre, Diana set out for the Gothic Tower to challenge the Duke. Christian still protested her going up until the moment she walked out the door. He sat himself then to await her return.
Diana felt as if she was going to her own execution. She was remembering two years ago when Satine did this same walk. This time though, it was personal. With each step she ascended, she became angrier. Diana was preparing herself for a war.
She walked into the top of the Tower to find the Duke sitting smugly at the table, waiting for her.
"Have you brought the deed, my dear?"
"We had a deal. I buy the Moulin Rouge from you and you stay away from it, entirely."
"I want it back. I don't believe you can handle it." The Duke said, picking up the check. "I am fully prepared to pay you what you paid me."
"I'm not selling! I would not take that check from you if I were starving on the street. As far as I'm concerned, you can burn that check!"
"Stupid bitch! I will get it back. I always get what I want."
"Not in my lifetime, you self absorbed bastard!" Diana said as she went to the door and walked out, slamming the door behind her.
The Duke was dumbfounded by what just happened as he motioned for Warner. "Keep the pressure on her. I will have the Moulin Rouge back one way or another. Do what ever is necessary."
Diana was still furious as she walked back. She could not believe what he was attempting.
Christian saw her extreme state from his perch in the window. Before he could move, she had returned upstairs. She was beyond angry; her temper was about to explode.
"The nerve of that son of a bitch! He had the audacity to try and take what is rightfully mine!"
"Is it over now? I hate seeing you go through this." Christian asked quietly.
"Not in the least. I know he's going to still try to take it from me."
