Hey all, here's the next chapter, and there's only one left after this. In the meantime, enjoy!
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Kendall headed toward the door, upset at whoever was behind it. She opened it to reveal a fuming Greenlee, who automatically started ranting.
"I have more bad news... apparently, Michael now owns Fusion, because Simone, who has never really been the brightest crayon in the box to begin with, didn't read the small print! Can you believe it?! She just gave half a million dollars to the IRS! She didn't call to make sure it was from Liza, like any sane person would do! No, she just acts like it's no big deal to have that much money suddenly appears in our account, and... and why in the hell are you two wearing handcuffs?"
"Long story short, Aidan was trying to prevent a homicide, and then he lost the key. Now, slow down and tell me what you're talking about."
"As soon as Simone gave Michael's money to the IRS, he became the majority stockholder of Fusion. In other words, he owns us."
"Oh my God! I'm going to kill him, that son of a--"
"Woah, Kendall, calm down. I believe that trying to kill Michael is what got us in this situation to begin with." Aidan cut in, and he raised their chained hands to make a point.
Kendall rolled her eyes. "Ok, so, what do we do now?"
"Juan-Pablo has a lawyer looking into it. Hopefully, there's a loophole, and I pray that Michael Cambias will go to prison for a long time for all that he's done."
"He'd better, or he's a dead man!"
"Kendall--"
"What? I'm not just talking about me, Aidan. There are plenty of other people in this town who want him dead, too."
"Yeah, and the list just got longer," Greenlee added. "Anyway, I thought you should hear it from me. I've got to go see if I can do some damage control."
"Do you want me to come?" Kendall asked.
"I don't think you can do much right now, especially with someone handcuffed to you. No offense, Aidan."
"Ok, call me as soon as you find out anything from this lawyer," Kendall said.
"I will. You two... have fun," Greenlee said, then winked at Kendall as she left.
"Ugh! Every time I think I couldn't possibly hate that man more than I do, he goes and does something else! He doesn't give up!"
"I know, and believe me, he will pay," Aidan said, pulling her close, "But I don't want you to get in trouble trying to take him down. His time will come."
"You promise?"
"I promise you, Kendall," he said, his face inching toward hers.
His lips had barely brushed hers when they were interrupted by the shrill ringing of her phone.
"Damn it," she said, walking over to grab it. "Hello?"
"Kendall, it's Anna. We found the spare key, so you guys can come in anytime to get the cuffs taken off."
"Oh, ok. Thanks, we'll see you soon," Kendall said, ending the phone call and then dialing a number.
"Who are you calling?"
"A cab, Anna found the key."
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Ok, there ya go. I know it's short and kinda boring, but I'm writing this story on caffeine highs, which only go so far with creativity. I'm having trouble finding a new muse, so I'm taking applications! No, seriously, if anyone wants to chat and help me sort out my jumbled mind of unwritten fanfictions, e-mail me! Anyway, please review, and I'll try to get the next chapter out by tomorrow.
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Kendall headed toward the door, upset at whoever was behind it. She opened it to reveal a fuming Greenlee, who automatically started ranting.
"I have more bad news... apparently, Michael now owns Fusion, because Simone, who has never really been the brightest crayon in the box to begin with, didn't read the small print! Can you believe it?! She just gave half a million dollars to the IRS! She didn't call to make sure it was from Liza, like any sane person would do! No, she just acts like it's no big deal to have that much money suddenly appears in our account, and... and why in the hell are you two wearing handcuffs?"
"Long story short, Aidan was trying to prevent a homicide, and then he lost the key. Now, slow down and tell me what you're talking about."
"As soon as Simone gave Michael's money to the IRS, he became the majority stockholder of Fusion. In other words, he owns us."
"Oh my God! I'm going to kill him, that son of a--"
"Woah, Kendall, calm down. I believe that trying to kill Michael is what got us in this situation to begin with." Aidan cut in, and he raised their chained hands to make a point.
Kendall rolled her eyes. "Ok, so, what do we do now?"
"Juan-Pablo has a lawyer looking into it. Hopefully, there's a loophole, and I pray that Michael Cambias will go to prison for a long time for all that he's done."
"He'd better, or he's a dead man!"
"Kendall--"
"What? I'm not just talking about me, Aidan. There are plenty of other people in this town who want him dead, too."
"Yeah, and the list just got longer," Greenlee added. "Anyway, I thought you should hear it from me. I've got to go see if I can do some damage control."
"Do you want me to come?" Kendall asked.
"I don't think you can do much right now, especially with someone handcuffed to you. No offense, Aidan."
"Ok, call me as soon as you find out anything from this lawyer," Kendall said.
"I will. You two... have fun," Greenlee said, then winked at Kendall as she left.
"Ugh! Every time I think I couldn't possibly hate that man more than I do, he goes and does something else! He doesn't give up!"
"I know, and believe me, he will pay," Aidan said, pulling her close, "But I don't want you to get in trouble trying to take him down. His time will come."
"You promise?"
"I promise you, Kendall," he said, his face inching toward hers.
His lips had barely brushed hers when they were interrupted by the shrill ringing of her phone.
"Damn it," she said, walking over to grab it. "Hello?"
"Kendall, it's Anna. We found the spare key, so you guys can come in anytime to get the cuffs taken off."
"Oh, ok. Thanks, we'll see you soon," Kendall said, ending the phone call and then dialing a number.
"Who are you calling?"
"A cab, Anna found the key."
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Ok, there ya go. I know it's short and kinda boring, but I'm writing this story on caffeine highs, which only go so far with creativity. I'm having trouble finding a new muse, so I'm taking applications! No, seriously, if anyone wants to chat and help me sort out my jumbled mind of unwritten fanfictions, e-mail me! Anyway, please review, and I'll try to get the next chapter out by tomorrow.