For the rest of the night, Classi set out to do what Bitsy had paid her to do and fulfill her needs right then and there. Neither Helen nor Jasmine could get much sleep because Classi's session with Bitsy was so loud. All either of them could do was contemplate how things would pan out if Bitsy's plan actually worked. She'd get to redevelop that land into a district she'd name after Whitney, but at what cost? The lives of innocent people and animals? There was no way this was beneficial to anyone except Bitsy. This was just something to stroke her ego, nothing more, nothing less.
The next morning, Classi woke up and felt her client in bed with her. She rolled over onto her side and just stared at Bitsy while the latter was curled up with one of the pillows. She propped her head up on one hand and just watched her client sleep peacefully. This could've gone on indefinitely had Bitsy not suddenly woken up.
"Oh, uh, morning, Bitsy," Classi said. "Did you sleep well at all?"
Bitsy nodded and sat up. "Oh, yes. Best sleep I've gotten in a long time, actually. What time is it anyway?"
Classi glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand beside her. "Uh... 1:30."
"In the morning?" Bitsy prepared to lay back down. "Ugh, that's too early to be getting up."
"No, in the afternoon."
Bitsy's eyes widened, and she scrambled out of the bed. "What?! I was supposed to be up six hours ago! Dammit, Helen and Jasmine left without me, and I don't even know where they could've gone!" She started hastily dressing herself.
"Hold on a sec. I'll just go ahead and call Helen up and ask where she is."
Bitsy paused and turned to look at her. "Actually, I was thinking we'd try to track her down ourselves, but I guess that works too."
Classi rolled her eyes. "Oh yeah, nice plan, genius. I mean, the casino's only, what, 64,470 square feet? I'm sure we'll find her and your nurse in no time flat."
"I don't appreciate your attitude, Classi. I swear, you Gen Z folk are so entitled."
"Okay, boomer. No wonder you had to pay me to sleep with your ass. Anyway, it'll only take a sec."
Sure enough, Classi was right. It'd only taken a few seconds for Classi to dial Helen's number on her iPhone 17 and explain the whole situation to her. Once that was done, Classi hung up.
"Well, where is she?" Bitsy asked Classi once the latter had hung up.
"She and Jasmine are up at The Mezzanine," Classi replied. "C'mon! If we wanna get there, we have to get there now!"
"Right. Oh, and take Shampagne with us if you don't mind. I don't think he likes being cramped up in here."
"Say no more, Bitsy."
After Bitsy and Classi had gotten ready, they headed off for The Mezzanine. On the way there, they took the elevator and got to talking.
"So..." Classi began to speak. "You've certainly been an interesting client."
Bitsy arched an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"What? I'm just saying I've never had a client like you. I have never had someone talk so extensively about a manager like you have. I mean, with the way you talk about Helen, I'd think you had feelings for her or something."
Bitsy huffed indignantly. "I certainly do not! How can you even say that?"
"How can I not say that? The way you look at her... it's like how my mama and my dad look at each other, all lovey-dovey and shit. Yeah, sure, they have their ups and downs but there's definitely something there. And that something is that real deep love that's kept 'em going for years and years. They never wanna be away from each other, you know? I mean, how do you think Helen feels?"
"Even if what you're saying is true, I doubt Helen knows. She'd never want someone like me, not in the way I want her." Pause. Bitsy couldn't help but cringe. "Did I just say that out loud?"
Classi nodded. "Mm-hmm. Don't worry, Bitsy. Your secret's safe with me."
Eventually, Bitsy and Classi had managed to make it to their destination. Sure enough, Helen and Jasmine were there, and they were lounging in chairs along with Hibari, Kikujiro, and Masa.
"Hey!" Classi called out to them. "You forgot someone!"
Helen and Jasmine turned to look at her.
"Oh, hey, Classi," Jasmine said. "I didn't think you'd stick around after what you and Bitsy and did."
"Excuse me, I said you forgot someone," Classi replied. "Did you and Helen forget that your boss is supposed to be on suicide watch?"
Jasmine didn't respond, mainly because she couldn't, and decided to change the subject. "So, uh, how was your session last night?"
"It was pretty good, but Bitsy kinda made it weird by talking about that plan of hers while we were doing it."
"That figures," Helen commented.
Classi nodded. "Yeah, it does. So anyway, how are we gonna do it? I know Bitsy said something about making it look like a natural disaster, but what kind of natural disaster?"
That was when Kikujiro decided to contribute to the conversation with his own input. "I read how people will sometimes intentionally start fires in forests and grasslands to help manage the ecosystem. Those are called controlled burns. What if we set a fire somewhere in Central Park and make it seem like a controlled burn?"
"Okay, I see what you're gettin' at. But then how are we supposed to make it spread throughout the park?"
"Well, that's where you and Masa will chime in. You'll need to gather up some fireworks and light them in certain trees that have already been doused in gasoline."
Classi raised an eyebrow. "Trees doused in gasoline? Did you come up with that or did Bitsy?"
"That part was my idea," Bitsy replied. "Just thinking about that park going down in flames right now... it makes me content. God, I can't wait for that damn park to be gone."
"I bet you are, Bitsy." Classi paused for a brief moment. "A'ight, now we gotta go talk to my pimp and his friend and see if we can get them on board with this plan."
"Really?" Helen asked.
"Yeah, really."
"Well, where are they?"
"Well, they live at MGM Grand Signature Residences on 125 E Harmon Ave. Shouldn't take too long to get there, only about twelve minutes or so."
Helen couldn't help but get a bad feeling about this. She had to hope that feeling was wrong.
