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Chapter Two

The Metro Court was impressive but the PC Hotel was her home away from home. She figured Ned would have told her that it was no longer there last time they talked, which had been forever ago.

Brenda whistled when they walked into the lobby. The driver had insisted on bringing her bags in for her. Probably a stand in for her body guard as well. Brings back memories.

"Impressive. Didn't realize PC had this kind of place in them," Brenda said moving her sunglasses to the top of her head. Europe had been so dark lately that she almost forgot to even bring sunglasses with her.

"Yeah, well, someone put money into it."

"Who would that be? The Quartermaine's?" Brenda asked as they walked towards the elevators.

"No. That would be Carly."

Brenda smirked. "Of course it would."

"Anyways, now that you're here, what do you have planned?" Robin asked as they stepped on the elevator. Brenda didn't say anything. "You honestly didn't come all that way just to see me when it wasn't that long ago that I was in Paris."

The elevator doors opened and Robin led them down the hall and slipped her key card in before starting to open the door.

"Let me," the driver/body guard said stepping in front of Robin still carrying Brenda's two bags.

Brenda rolled her eyes and shrugged at Robin as he walked in and pulled out a gun turning on lights as he went.

"What is he doing?" Robin whispered.

"Hey Brady, why don't you relax a little and put the gun away. No one's going to be hiding in Robin's room," Brenda said following him in. "Nice room," she said with a smile. "You can afford this?"

"All the rooms are like this. Separate bedroom and living quarters. Of course some are even bigger but that's how Carly and Jax made it."

With that comment Robin only got a small shocked look from Brenda before she set her purse down and approached Brady, the body guard.

"Put the gun away and get out of the room," Brenda whispered.

"I'm not finished …" he started.

"No one knows I'm here so no one will be hiding in my sister's room."

He set the bags down and replaced the gun a holster in his jacket.

"Thank you," she said with a forced smile. "I'll let you know if we need anything."

He gave her a quick pointed look before quickly leaving the room.

"What was that about?" Robin asked.

Brenda waved it off. "So, how are you?" she asked taking a seat on the couch.

"I don't want to talk about me. What's going on? You didn't really come here to see me did you?"

"Of course I did." Robin sat down across from her and raised her eyebrows.

"You know I can tell when you're lying right? Lots of practice," Robin said.

Brenda smiled. "Of course." She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. "I have some work to do while I'm here. Brady was my driver but apparently turns into a bodyguard as soon as he gets out of the car."

"Why work? I thought you tried to make a point of never having to come overseas again."

Brenda shrugged. "Things change. Maybe I needed a change of scenery."

"Lying again."

Brenda stood up and walked over to the mini bar and put some ice in a tumbler before opening a mini bottle of vodka and pouring some in.

"It's 7am," Robin pointed out.

"I know," Brenda said turning and leaning against the bar before taking a drink. "Remember that guy I was working with?"

"From London?"

Brenda nodded.

"Yeah," Robin said.

"We had a falling out. I quit. Now I'm here."

"And you only brought two bags with you?"

Brenda smiled. "That's the thing. I had my stuff shipped to Jules in California only to find out that she is on an extended work trip in New York instead of California and the last address the post office has for forwarding is the penthouse."

"Jason?"

"Yep."

Robin didn't say anything as Brenda took another drink and another.

"Have you talked to him lately?"

Brenda smiled. "He sent me a check for ten grand for my birthday." Robin's eyebrows rose. "That's what I thought."

"Did you cash it?" Robin asked.

"No. I returned it to sender. He called and left a message on my machine threatening to send me another one. I guess he thought that I needed money or something. Apparently someone neglected to tell him that I didn't need his money," Brenda said looking at Robin.

"I tried to tell him, but we have rarely spent any time alone together since I moved back. Whenever I started to bring it up Sam would walk in and he would change to subject. As far as I can tell, he never told Sam the whole story behind you two."

"There is no story. I'll stop by there sometime today and get my stuff and then track Julia down."

"You're welcome to stay here as long as you want," Robin said.

"Thanks, but I might as well just get my own room. I don't know how long I'm staying and all those boxes will fill too much of your space."

"You want someone to go see Jason with you?" Robin asked.

"No, it's okay. I'll have to face him sometime."

"Okay, well, if you change your mind let me know. I've been working since last night. I'm going to bed. If you need anything just let me know."

"I will. Thanks, Robin." Brenda said hugging her.