"Then get ready to become a backup." Olivier's words were straightforward, a bright flush of warmth beneath his lips. "But I believe with Fleur's beauty she has more than enough backups at this point. You'll have to wait in line behind Waldo." He paused, then continued, "She won't be going to the club tonight. If you want to wait, do as you wish."
The call ended.
Olivier clenched his phone, a vein throbbing in his hand. It took half a minute to subside.
Just then, Yves came into his office, saying, "Mr. Martinez, Miss Lopez has been in an accident."
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Back at the Oriental Estate, Fleur had gotten many ingredients from a rare trip to the supermarket.
She bought so much red lines had been etched into her skin from the weight of carrying them.
In the kitchen, she first divided in
