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George Madison was a man in his late forties. His hair was neat, his suit was impeccable. When he watched the two women walk into the bank's foyer with a large man dressed in what he thought was a very nice suit, he rose and put his 'how may I help you' face.

The large man frightened him. He didn't like it when these rich types would bring in their hired muscle. But looking at the woman in the turquoise he could see why. She wasn't attractive, she was stunning.

The woman standing next to her smiled as well. "Mr. Madison?"

"Yes, Ms. Farad I presume?" he said looking at her and attempting to shake her hand but thought it wouldn't be proper.

The beautiful woman spoke and smiled as Madison indicated they sit. The bodyguard behind them remained standing and looked at him, and smirked. "My mistress wishes to thank you for seeing us today."

"Tell her I am at her service. It is my pleasure to see to her needs today." He said as Anne translated what he said to her.

Jack began to ask him what kinds of services that they provided and what kind of anonymity could be secured. Anne translated with no problems.

"Tell her that with our security protocols, it is our standard procedure to have our patron's privacy secured. Now, how may I be of service?"

Jack spoke smiling and removing a chip from her purse. "My mistress wishes to open an account starting with the funds on this chip. She wishes also to let you know that her father will depositing funds to this account. His bankers on Hellion Prime will make the transfer soon and she wants the money immediately available."

"How much are we talking about?" he asked typing into the screen.

Jack wrote a number down on a piece of paper and slid it at him. His face blanched at her and he said, "I can't allow this kind of cash to be immediately available. I- uh…"

"Yalah Yemshi." (Come on, let's go.) Jack said loud enough for others to hear, curtly rising. She took the chip back off the desk and nodded to Riddick who held out her chair.

She walked to the middle of the room and never turned once towards him. In Arabic Anne said, "playing chicken Jack?"

"Wait for it." she told her back in Arabic and Riddick smiled. These women were good. He watched as the manager of the bank came running.

"Ms. Farad. I apologize. I didn't mean to misspeak. Please come sit down. I am very sorry to have offended you."

Riddick could tell that he was very nervous. "My mistress tells me that no one on Hellion Prime would have dared to insult her and she wants you to know that she is disappointed in the bank thus far. Now," Anne told her repeating everything Jack was telling her to say, "what can you do to secure that the transfer would proceed smoothly?"

"There are alerts that we have in place. When does Ms. Farad expect the transfer?" he asked hoping that she wasn't going to take her business elsewhere. Over a million in his bank was quite a large account. He wanted her to stay.

"Within the week." She repeated in English. He kept looking back behind her to the man with no smile, dark sunglasses and the bulge of a pulse pistol underneath his arm.

"Very good. I will make the initial deposit of 50,000 into this account. You may access it in the morning if it is your wish." He said while Anne repeated it to Jack in Arabic.

They rose to leave and Riddick escorted the two out. Jack's face was placid, the same face she used when she was tormented by Ziza and her old cronies. It was only when they reached the security of the restricted section of the spaceport that she broke out into fits of laughter.

"I swear he almost shit himself." She said looking up at Riddick. "You my love were absolutely brilliant."

"I should say the same about Anne. She made it hard for him to say no." he said complimenting Anne and causing Jack to smirk. "You did real good Anne. I was impressed. You didn't lose your cool."

"Thank you Riddick. I was very nervous." She admitted. He could tell, her scent was unrefutable but he wasn't going to call her on that.

"Jack, now what?" he asked throwing his suit coat over his shoulder.

"Well, now we contact Farad and ask for the money. After of course, the wedding." Jack said smiling at Anne. "You ready to take the plunge? The fringe benefits are very nice, very nice."

She began eyeballing Riddick like a slab of beef and he wasn't going to get into it with her in front of Anne. He would have said something to get her going and ruined the quiet calm they kept up since the bank.

But he really wanted to fuck with her, and he would, in private. She'd pay for that, and the comments earlier because he loved getting her going and then making her squirm.

Riddick walked passed them not wanting to start laughing. "Go on there you. Run if you can but you cannot hide." She said in Arabic and he saluted her with his finger and went on shaking his head laughing.