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Elizabeth snickered as she watched Jason Morgan be led away by the PCPD in handcuffs. She ducked out of sight behind a building and rubbed her hands together, an evil grin upon her face.
"Game, set, and match."
10 Hours Earlier…
Lucky watched as Elizabeth tapped her pencil onto the desk in rhythm with her clicking shoes.
Tap. Click.
Tap. Click.
Tap. Click.
Frustrated, she threw the pencil across the room and let out a scream, burying her head in her hands. "God I HATE HIM."
Lucky smirked and laced his hands behind his head.
Elizabeth raised her head and pinned him with an angry glare.
"Don't you start Lucas Lorenzo Spencer Junior. You may be my best friend, but if you start that crap about sexual tension again, I'll rip out your liver and stuff it up your nose."
Elizabeth sat back and looked up at the ceiling, angrily chewing on the insides of her cheeks as she began to count off on her fingers.
"Okay, the reasons why I utterly despise Jason Morgan. Reason number one, he is the most pompous excuse for a man I have ever met."
Lucky watched amused as she ticked off reason after reason.
"Reason two, he thinks he's the best PI in the business. Which he's not. But let's not get into that. I mean, if he were the best, then he'd figure out that I'm not this dumb secretary. I mean, god, it's not that hard to tell! Jackass. Reason three, he acts like he's God freaking gift to women. Reason four, he dated Courtney Matthews. You just know that he got some disease from that nutjob."
"Why would his former dating of Courtney count?"
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "Because she's one of my sworn enemies, and anybody stupid enough to date her is automatically on my shitlist."
"Ah."
"Yep."
"Continue on."
"Thank you. Reason five, he wears that damn leather jacket everywhere like he's freaking Marlon Brando! He's not a rebel without a cause, he's a rebel without a clue. Asshat!"
Elizabeth paced as she perused the file, glancing up at Lucky from time to time. Lucky kept his eyes trained to the screen of the computer as he typed furiously, hacking into the mainframe of the Port Charles Police Department.
"Are you in?"
Lucky flashed a toothy grin. "Give me a sec dollface, I'm almost in."
Before Elizabeth could comment, there was a knock at the door. Her brow furrowing, Elizabeth walked over and opened it. A young man stood before her, clad in the uniform of a local delivery service.
"Letter for Spencer Investigations."
Confused, Elizabeth signed the offered clipboard and took the letter, watching as the boy left without a glance back. Entering the office, she ripped open the envelope and stared at the letter, her face slowly losing color.
Lucky watched her in concern, as Elizabeth slowly crumpled the letter in her fist, her eyes steely hard. "What is it?"
"That no-good, two-faced, slimy rat-assed son of a BITCH!"
Lucky felt his jaw drop as he watched Elizabeth throw a verifiable temper tantrum right in the middle of the office.
"That stupid fucknut empty-headed vacuous blowhard!"
"Um, Elizabeth?"
"That motherfucking goddamn poor excuse for a human being!!"
"Elizabeth!!"
Elizabeth turned on her heel and met Lucky's gaze, her face flushed with anger. "What?!"
"Who the hell are you talking about, and what the hell are you holding?"
Belatedly realizing that she hadn't explained the note's contents before she slipped into a crimson-veiled rage, Elizabeth gave a sheepish grin and extended the letter towards Lucky.
"Read this. Then you'll understand my need to rip out a certain someone's balls and feed them to him, slowly, and painfully."
Lucky took the letter gingerly and began to read, his eyes widening with each successive line.
"Dear Spencer,
Well well. It seems that the better man has won again. You know that terribly important case that you've been trying your darndest to solve the past couple of months? You know, the Venus Ardonowski one? That's right, the one that pays six figures to solve.
Yeah, I thought I'd just take that one off your hands for you. It only took me two weeks to find Miss Ardonowski's duplicitous ex-husband and retrieve her millions for her. And since I was so prompt, she gave me a bonus. And when I found out that you were the moron who could find the broadside of a barn, I thought I'd let you know personally about my lucky streak. God I love irony.
I just wanted to remind you exactly who the best private investigator in Port Charles was. And if I have anything to say about it, the only.
Better keep an eye out Spencer.
Game, Set, Morgan.
P.S. Do let that simple, sweet little secretary you have there that I'd be perfectly willing to employ her as my secretary's secretary. She seems like she could be trained pretty easily."
Finishing, Lucky lifted his shocked eyes and blanched even further when he got a good look at Elizabeth's face. If anything, she appeared even more malicious since before he had read the letter. It seemed that the second reading had only added to her ire, making her seem like the embodiment of wrath.
"If Jason Morgan thinks he can fuck us over for a case and throw it in our faces, he has another thing coming." Resolved, Elizabeth grabbed her coat from the back of the chair and stormed out, calling back to him over her shoulder. "By the way, I'm taking the rest of the day off."
Lucky leaned back against the computer chair and laced his hands behind his head, shaking it slightly.
"I hope Morgan has some good health coverage. Or at least a life insurance policy."