Kwest suddenly walked steadfastly into the room with a slight smile on his face, and I jumped up hurriedly—grabbing him by the arm before shaking him resolutely.
"What's going on out there, Kwest? If I don't find out something soon, I'm going to have a nervous breakdown." I cried desperately as Kwest pulled me into a ferocious, 'It's alright' hug.
"Breathe, Jude. Everything's going to be fine. How would you guys like to see some fire works—an actual real duel between Quincy and Quincy?" Kwest asked before motioning toward the door into the main entrance of G Majors Studio. "Because right now, Tom and Justine are literally facing off from opposite sides of the room with only the feds to mediate." Kwest finished as Spied and I looked at each other quietly before simultaneously heading out the door. Geez, Kwest wasn't kidding. The three of us edged into the crowd surrounding the pair, and I saw Sadie shrug at me in confusion as Justine literally exploded in rage—pointing at Tommy accusingly. I could tell that they had been at it for some time now.
"Have you checked his accounts because the money you're looking for is there, I tell you?" Justine retorted in derision as Tommy lifted a brow coolly—taking in a deep breathe while looking around at the faces of the studio's crew.
"You can't let it go, can you Justine?" He asked sorrowfully as she looked up at him angrily before kicking the floor with the toe of her shoe.
"Oh no you don't, Quincy! I won't let you psycho analyze me. I know that you killed my brother and that's enough for me. Now, why isn't anyone arresting that man? He's a fraud I tell you, and a murderer." Justine spat as the people of G Majors took in a shocked, collective gasp. Tommy just shrugged coldly.
"I can't go back in time, Justine. You don't know how much I wished that I could." He stated in a low tone as she threw her fist in the air—weeping frantically as tears streaked down her face.
"Just shut up, Tom! Take him!" She yelled frantically now, and I felt my heart break for her as she gasped in sorrow—her tears fading into mild hiccups.
"We checked his accounts like you suggested, Mrs. Quincy." One of the feds remarked with slow deliberation as Tom arched a brow sardonically—covering up the pain he felt at Justine's outburst.
"And..?" She pleaded as she swiped at her eyes in irritation. "Then arrest him." She finished as one of the feds walked over to her sternly.
"We didn't find anything, Mrs. Quincy." The fed said quietly as he removed a pair of handcuffs from one of his pockets.
"But we did in your accounts." He finished before slipping the cuffs onto her hands with a 'click.' Her eyes widened in shock before narrowing in horror.
"I didn't! I swear I didn't take it! He's the guilty one!" She screamed as I saw Tommy close his eyes in an attempt to regain his patience.
"Let her go." Tom remarked suddenly causing both Kwest and I to glance at him in shock. What the hell was he doing? Yeah, I felt sorry for her too, but this was no time to decide to get a heart. I wanted to yell at him—run over to him and place my hand over his mouth, but Kwest grabbed me by the shoulders as if he realized what I was about to do. One of the feds approached Tom slowly.
"Is there something else, Mr. Quincy?" The man asked as Tom opened his eyes slowly before seeking me out in the crowd. Smiling at me, he took a deep heavy breath before turning back toward Justine.
"Just let her go. I'll pay the amount of money she took from the studio under two conditions." Tom stated matter-of-factly as Justine looked up in surprise and Darius snorted from the edge of the crowd.
"And just what exactly are those conditions?" Darius asked sourly—looking around the room as if he were afraid the ceiling might fall down on him. If only he knew that it was going to be a lot more shocking than that. Tom shrugged before pullinga stack of papers out of his pocket.
"First off…" He declared before producing a pen as well. "I fully intend to allow Justine her freedom if she gives me mine." He stated pointedly before handing the documents to the feds. "I want a divorce, Justine." Tom remarked coldly as the feds handed the papers to her gently, removing the cuffs just long enough she could take the pen in her hand.
"I hate you, Tom Quincy!" She wailed as she signed the papers. Tom didn't even flinch. He just looked sad.
"I wouldn't expect anything less than that from you, Justine. I wish you truly knew how sorry I was about Jonathan." Tom stated quietly before turning towards Darius.
"Now for condition number two." Tom replied with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"If I'm willing to pull the studio out of the hole it now finds itself in, then I want full rights as a partner of the company." Tom remarked as the crowd mumbled amongst themselves—watching in amused interest as Darius's lips tightened perceptibly.
"Do I have a choice?" Darius asked sullenly as Tom shrugged—looking over at Spied and Kwest winningly.
"No, I don't think you do. As a matter of fact, I think we also have a few promotions due to our staff as well." Tom stated wryly, smiling at me before clapping his hands together soundly.
"Now, if everyone's finished watching the show, we have an awards show to get ready for." Tom commented before glancing once more at a broken Justine.
"I really do wish you the best." He whispered as the feds escorted her out of the room and into a car with the intention to escort her back to her home. I stared at Tommy fondly as he turned toward me then, and he grinned before strolling over to me purposely.
"How do you feel about spending the night with the new boss." He whispered languidly as I chuckled softly.
"It just gives me chills, Mr. Quincy—downright chills." I murmured as he stared down at me silently before a hand suddenly appeared over our shoulders.
"Alright, you two. Save it for later. We've got issues to deal with here—plane tickets, reservations, and etc. The Grammy's wait for no one." Kwest remarked cheerfully as Tommy and I groaned. All work and no play makes for a very frustrated Jude Harrison.