Bran and Adam were in the house and Bran came and sat down in an armchair and said " There's some work for you two lovebirds. now get up and get to work. Fine. It had been a fucking wonderful three weeks. Damon growled something in my ear and we got up. We went into the kitchen and Bran said "For you Mimi, there's a new PR job. You're going to be a keeper at the zoo. And even a doctor. I know the same principles and vet school would be easy for you. But now you get to be a keeper there first. You're going to the Bronx Zoo. " I nodded and sighed. It could be a nice gig, but I could still enjoy Damon.

The next day I went for a drive. Damon had some scouting mission with one of his ex-girlfriends. Damon had made a face when Bran had told him the name. Petra. They obviously weren't on terribly good terms then and I was half amused as I drove towards the Bronx. Damon promised to communicate with me the whole time. Mimosa had to be in my head again, as she had actually been pretty damn disconnected on the Europe gig and now it was rest time. No more but the full moon would be in five days and I was always pretty irritable then.

But the gig is important, so we restrained ourselves. The work was lovely. The predators instinctively respected me and the felines in particular were very kind. Apparently, my feline side was doing something. The male lion came up against the side of the cage and floated on his back and was very silly. He followed me the whole way and growled in a rather peculiar voice.

My handler started laughing and I asked " What's so funny?" The caretaker laughed some more and said, " You're being seduced, that male lion sound, that's what you give to females in heat, to make them want you." Oh yeah. Seduced. It could be an experience, but no thanks at the moment. I messaged Damon about this and he promised to come and castrate the foreign males if they are still seductive. I messaged back to see if I was getting even a little heat. He didn't reply.

I had been on the road for two weeks and was on my way to the snow leopard enclosure when I saw Damon. He was with another woman. The redhead. They were wandering around the zoo and I had my own service roads I listened as Damon said " Me and Mimi. It's Petra, you know, tepid. I don't know how else to describe it, but now that I've been with you, I've noticed how damn lame it is with Mimi. I don't think she's putting up a fight either. She's noticed there's nothing between us anymore. She'll give me a divorce." I was absolutely shocked. In shock.

We'd had a wonderful three weeks and now he said it was lame. I continued my spying. They went to the marble bench and Damon knelt down in front of Petra and gave her the ring, proposing. He promised that she might even become a wolf, his mate. His soul mate. I watched all day and did my work like a robot. I texted Damon " Bring the divorce papers to the house tonight and I'll free you from this lameness. No, it's never been lame for me. Mimi." I went to the house and told Bran and Adam everything.

I then went to my bedroom downstairs to stare at the wall before Adam came in to say Damon was back. We were in my new New York house that I had bought when I started this job. I'd made a love nest upstairs for us and now I didn't even bother to think about it. Fine, let's go then. At least this time I don't have to wake up and look Damon straight in the eye.

My heart was broken. I looked at the divorce papers not believing my eyes and lifted my gaze and looked Damon straight in the eye. Passionfruit smelled and somehow it made it even worse. "Really, Damon, you want a divorce? You know I can never marry you or have anything to do with you ever again. But fine. " I took the pen and signed the papers. I also said, " The good thing about this is that if I feel like it, now Nick is fair game, no consequences." I knew it was a low blow but I was deeply pissed off.

Damon took the papers in one hand, the other wrapped around his one true love. Petra, that was the name of this red-haired woman. This wasn't even how it was supposed to go, I thought bitterly, as Damon and Petra left to book the wedding venue.

Bran, surprisingly for Damon, was short-tempered and would not allow him to marry in any of the pack houses, but threw Damon out of the pack. We had gigs going on, I had a gig at the zoo and Damon had a scouting gig and this old girlfriend had been the contact. Just yeah I thought. Very good connection those two have now. I'd been at the zoo for a couple of weeks and it was a lovely place. Only the zebras and other prey near the full moon were a bit trickier but everything was sorted. Damon had been messaging me almost every day and then I had accidentally seen them at the zoo.

I had been spying on them all day listening and watching as Petra was sitting on a marble bench and Damon was kneeling in front of her holding a jewelry box. I heard Damon say that Mimi wasn't causing problems, their marriage to Mimi had supposedly diluted quite a bit over the years anyway. I heard it all and texted Damon to come and drop off the divorce papers tonight because our marriage has diluted. And he came.

I had told Bran for some reason and I don't know why I even opened up to him, but Bran was furious. He had called Damon, berated him, and said no when Damon had proposed to Petra to the pack and as a wolf or asked for the wedding venue. I actually didn't understand Bran's reaction.

Fine, I was single again. I wondered in my mind where to go from here but decided to focus on fleas and blow-ups. First, I would celebrate being single. After a shock like that, I'd get a rage and then I'd become a real bitch, a vengeful bitch, so I thought I'd go for it. I went on a three-week singles trip and every night I hit myself up for a one-night stand. I put all the men's numbers on my phone and accidentally texted Damon what I'd been doing for three weeks. That's what you fucking get.

When I got back from the cruise I took the pack and took them to Europe. I bought a house in Berlin to make my headquarters and went there to get things organized. We decorated the house together, went to a furniture store, and bought sofas, beds, and rugs. Everything. Damon spent a couple of weeks sending me messages about money, and the marriage prenup and why I was so adamant, why he couldn't have this and that. I just put back to Damon what he sometimes taught me " Actions and consequences Damon, actions and consequences." Damon even tried that he could annul the divorce and keep two wives but I confirmed the divorce to the judge so it could not be annulled.

We had a good time in Berlin and Bran even learned to find new contacts himself. So he wasn't around the house much. Samuel well chatted with the fleas and got the med bays on the bases in order and was in the clinics. So Adam and I had a fucking intense time. Adam would go to the fleas every now and then and then we decided to change places. Adam revoked Damon's right to my medical care and also all access to my accounts. Banks and everything. He even took over the New York hotel in the name of the pack so Damon couldn't claim his share of it.

I went to Monaco. I wouldn't be Petra's money bank. I'd organize the fleas from my office for a month and then I'd go out on the road myself. Damon and Petra had got married at Notre Dame and there was a big article in the papers about it and many magazines had covered the event. I didn't read any of the papers and I know that Adam, who was looking after me, lost all the papers that came to me at the Monaco house.

Adam was once again my support and protection just as he was in the beginning. Even though Adam dabbled in women and booze from time to time. We had always had a connection. Always. Adam saw how pissed off I was and suggested I should go to the gigs myself to release some energy.

I put together a strike team, 22 fleas, which I trained myself with the help of Magnum. Our mission was to destroy the pharmaceutical plants. Quickly and efficiently. We were going to be a demolition squad. We'd be ready whenever the opportunity arose. I had already set up another group of scouts earlier and they would get us all the information we needed to always take down the plant.

I was proud of my fleas. What began as one woman's desperate attempt to destroy those who had done evil and thus prevent others from suffering the same fate had slowly grown into a worldwide covert organization whose mission was precisely to prevent anyone else from suffering the same fate as me. We had our successes and we also had our losses.

We do collect money from the accounts of these very pharmaceutical companies, and I have people for that too. I had my own hacker squad And that is why I had organized a system from the very beginning, although I hoped it would not be much needed, so that whoever dies in the fleas would be looked after and his family would be properly compensated. Sort of like a Modesty Blaise. There was a good example except that I was missing Willie Garvin. It's interesting to note how much I was actually inspired by those books.

We had another gig coming up and Reddington was giving away a lot of stock and supplies because these pharmaceutical companies were also messing up his business badly, now he wanted to help with this particular gig. I had my own stock, supplies already acquired pretty damn extensively over the years but besides Reddington knew a great many werewolves or vampires who had been victimized, he had a real beef with the companies and by working with me, he was destroying his enemies without personally attacking them. I also had contact with the fae, beauclaire, a very old and powerful fae who had seen firsthand the destruction the pharmaceutical companies were doing to the fae. I had just rescued him from one of the facilities during the last Europe gig. So I had my allies and then my enemies. Sark, he was number one. And this was yet another facility where Sark was seen so facilities like that got my interest immediately.