>>5700221 Waiting until her associate’s tiny footsteps can’t be heard anymore, Mina finally lets out a short, but clearly tired sigh.
“I apologize for the accommodations. Jake means well, but he tends to take things a bit too far.” Spotting the <span class="mu-s">PINEAPPLE</span> at her feet, the heiress begrudgingly nudges them to the side of the room with her foot.
“That said, I understand you received my <span class="mu-s">NOTE</span> before your… <span class="mu-i">altercation</span> with the Disciplinary Committee.” She gives you another long, hard stare that cools your blood a few more degrees. “I’m sure you realize I can’t honor that arrangement if you’re still on my <span class="mu-s">damn</span> island.”
Look, you growl, you’re flying blind here-how were you supposed to know that writing was <span class="mu-i">hers</span>, huh? How do you know you’re still getting <span class="mu-i">paid!?</span>
“You may start by not starting <span class="mu-s">FIGHTS</span> with my event staff!” She roars, making your hair stand on end! Taking another steadying breath, the girl’s frosty expression thaws a bit. “It doesn’t matter any more at this point-you’re on the island for the night and there’s nothing we can do about it.”
Yea, you snort, unless she takes her VP’s recommendation and shoves you into a rowboat! You laugh a few times to signal that’s <span class="mu-i">NOT</span> what you want to happen, but you’d be lying if you didn’t sense she was considering it!
“... I’m here with you <span class="mu-i">alone</span>, Diesel, because we might be able to reconcile this situation.” She explains as she scans the windows for movement outside. “Perhaps in a way that doesn’t keep you in a <span class="mu-i">cellar</span> until morning.”
Taking a few steps closer, you get a whiff of a flowery scent coming off her body. Gardenias, right?
She blinks. “Too accurate for a lucky guess.”
Your <span class="mu-i">Nonna</span> has a bunch in her front yard, you shrug. It’s a good scent.
“Thank you,” replies the heiress with a roll of her eye, “But I didn’t come here to get your approval on my <span class="mu-i">perfume</span>.”
Alright, you scoff, then why <span class="mu-i">DID</span> she come here?
“First thing’s first:” she begins in a hushed tone, “I need to know I can trust you.”
Sure, you grin, you’re pretty good at keeping favors!
… kinda.
<span class="mu-i">Crap</span>.
“It’ll have to be more than a verbal agreement, I’m afraid.” She adds as she removes one of the sharp-looking <span class="mu-s">CHOPSTICKS</span> out from her hair. “Hold out your hand.”
Err, you frown, do you get to hear a little more before choosing?
“No.” Mina flatly replies. “But you have my word that whatever you choose you won’t spend the rest of the night in this cell.”
What do?
>YOU CAN TRUST ME!>NO THANKS! 