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“No, that is smart of you not to trust right away, but I’ll be upfront with you if you offer to do the same with us,” Wes counted.

Sergio tensed at this, narrowing his eyes on Wes. “What exactly does that mean? If you’re coming to us looking for a favor or a payout of any kind, I’ll tell you right now that’s never going to happen.”

“What about the chance to overthrow Diego De León and get back what was stolen from you?” I asked, cocking my head slightly to get a better look at the older man. “We know who you really work for, and if you want us to come clean about everything we know, it comes with the price of honesty in return.”

“Wait here. We need to make a call,” Sergio ordered as they both got up and walked to the door.

Before they could leave, I let out a quick shrill whistle getting them to look at me. “Tell Valter, Two Tricks is in your office looking to deal.” Sergio’s eyes went wide for a fraction of a second before he nodded sharply and left.

Chapter seventeen

Dax

A moment later, miss perky tits showed up with a small Styrofoam cup with coffee in it. “Here you go, coffee, black.”

Why the fuck do they always make me be the asshole?

“Yeah, sorry, princess, but I know an insult when I see one,” I said with a tired sigh. “Let me guess, did you spit in it? Dip the cup in toilet water or something before filling it?”

“What?” She gasped. “No, of course not. Why on earth would I do such a thing?”

“Only you can answer that, but I’m for damn sure not going to drink out of that.” Shoving out of my seat, I left the conference room and headed for the front desk.

“Wait, what are you doing?” tits for brains called after me.

Looking around the space, I ignored her as I spotted a man with an empty coffee cup heading down the hall to the left. “Since you clearly didn’t want to serve me, I’m just going to do it my-damn-self,” I muttered as I followed after the guy.

He turned into a room marked Employees Only, but I charged in all the same. In the break room was a fancy state-of-the-art espresso machine, coffee maker, snack bar, and even a refrigerator with champagne chilling. I spotted a stash of mugs with the firm's logo on it and assumed that’s what my beverage should have been in.

“Umm, ma’am are you lost?” the gentleman asked me when he realized I wasn’t supposed to be there.

“Nope, just getting my own coffee since the daffodil over here wasn’t willing to do her job,” I shared, taking the pot from his hand. “You were done with this, right?”

“Yeah…” Then he seemed to snap out of it, turning to the woman still making irritated noises at me. “Beverly, what's going on?”

“She asked for coffee, and I got her some, but she decided to get it herself,” Beverly grumbled. “Something about toilet water, I don’t know. She’s crazy.”

“Beverly,” the man hissed. “That is no way to talk about one of our clients, let alone to their face.”

“You asked me what happened. I'm explaining it,” she said with a pout on her lips as she talked. “Don’t be mad, Carl.”

I leaned back against the break room counter and snorted. “Wow, is that how you still have a job? Are you gonna drop to your knees and beg for forgiveness with his dick in your mouth?”

Carl looked stricken like I’d figured out some big secret or something while Beverly looked horrified at the suggestion. “I would never. He’s a married man.”

“Save it for someone who believes your shit,” I sighed. “What or who you do isn’t any of my concern. What I took offense to is your obvious dislike of me when I’d done nothing to you. There was no reason for it.”

“Why should I give you the same respect when you’re just like me, cuddling up to whoever can give you the lifestyle you want.” She sneered.

I tossed back my head and laughed so hard I almost had to set my coffee cup down for fear of spilling it. “Oh, you really read that situation so wrong. You might want to consider toning down on the hairspray. I feel like it’s killing what precious brain cells you have left.” I wiped my eye with a finger trying not to smear my makeup. “Those men are my husbands, and as for the lifestyle part, I’m the one who has all the money and power, babe.”

Beverly’s face scrunched up as she looked at me completely confused. “I don’t get it.”

“It’s okay. Everyone has to stick with what they're good at,” I shared, walking over to her and patting her on the shoulder as I passed by. “You must be skilled in other areas besides serving coffee, I’m sure of it.”

Enraged at my words, Beverly let out a shriek before she grabbed for me. I sidestepped out of the way, set my mug on a table, then grabbed her arm, twisting it up behind her as I pulled my travel switchblade out of my back pocket.

The blade snapped open and rested against her throat. “I can handle the looks, the comments, and whatever you tried to pull with that first cup of coffee. What I will never allow is for someone to lay a hand on me. This would be the moment I would use whatever brain power you have to make a smart choice right now, Beverly.”