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An education (part I)
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Olaf was staring at his glass full of whisky, and couldn't help but smirking when he heard someone slamming the front door. It was her. He could recognize her light step everywhere. He didn't even look up as she entered the living room and raised an eyebrow when a file was been dropped on the table, right in front of him.
_ I hope you don't expect me to read, he said with a sarcastic tone, finally looking up at Violet Baudelaire.
She was wearing a blue sapphire coat he remembered seeing in late Mrs Qaugmire's wardrobe. Well, how symbolic.
_ No, Violet replied with an cold voice. I just want you to sign. Those are the divorce papers.
The count briefly chuckled and took a sip of whisky before pushing his chair to stand up.
_ And you really think I'm gonna sign this ?
_ You will. Because you know Mr Poe and the volunteers will never let you touch my fortune, Violet retorted with disdain.
Olaf was just looking at her. She seemed so naive, so hopeful… and she was clearly underestimating him.
_ Even if a husband legally has access to his wife's fortune, he still needs his permission, Violet went on. And you'll never have that.
She sounded so sure. It was irritating. Violet was intelligent, but he was smarter. And most of all, she was young and inexperienced. As a result, he could see right through her : while protecting her siblings from him, she was trying to protect herself from playing a dangerous game. A game he wanted to start right here, right now.
_ You're stupid. If you do that, you won't be able to use your parents'money. You don't want to be rich, fine. But you'll also be homeless if you leave my house.
_ I won't be living here with you, Violet interrupted. Quigley will…
_ Ah, yes, the dear Quagmire survivor, Olaf spat, leering at the engagement ring shining on her finger. Is he as stubborn and annoying as his dead parents ?
Violet sighed.
_ Now that I'm technically poor, you have no reason to stay married to me.
Count Olaf couldn't hold a sinister laugh, and this time looked at her like she was a weak animal. She started the game. He would end it.
_ Oh…Violet…
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_ What makes you think there's no other motive to stay married to you ? Olaf asked with a smooth voice.
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