>>10016840Margaret slides a briefcase onto the bar countertop, carefully unlatching it.
>Here. Take a look for yourself.The blonde gives the other a strange look before her fingers lift the case open. Within it, is an ornate belt, broad golden faceplate adorned with jewels placed upon a thick white strap. Her green eyes scan along the intricate detailing before falling upon the nameplate.
>"Who the fuck is Violet Beauregard?">I haven't had the nameplate changed yet. That's tomorrow.>"So you're a wrestler? That's it?">"Jesus, Margaret- You almost scared me. You don't have to be embarrassed.">"I know it's not as 'fake' as someone would think, Behind the scenes-">That's not it!...
>This company it's... It's full of fucking psychopaths!>Like I've faced plenty of scary folks, tough opponents- But the kind of stuff these people get down to is RIDICULOUS!>Don't get me wrong, I'm not worried about me. They can't pull that shit with me.>But...>Bombings, and poisons, and kidnappings, and murder attempts...Her teeth clench.
>If they learn about you... About ANYONE I interact with on the outside...>...>"Hm... That's...">"That's heavy...">... Are you scared?>"Yeah. I'm scared.">...>"You're an idiot, Margaret.">I know, and I'm->"Just take care of me.">"And the others.">I->"If they really can't fuck with you, then I have nothing to worry about.">"You'll just have to keep an eye on me, or something.">"Take responsibility for dragging me into your dumb wrestling mess." 