Chapter 437: Breaking Up

Chapter 437: Breaking Up

Im sorry, I said, smoothly moving into apologetic mode. In these sorts of situations, its important to take full personal responsibility. It was just that the driver said Archie got me an escort, so

Do I look like a prostitute?

On reflection, I probably shouldnt have paused to think about it.

No, I said, eventually. Youd think Id at least get bonus points for getting the correct answer.

I dont fucking believe this. The suave young lady had turned into a bit of a foul-mouthed tramp. Not that I was judging.

To be fair, there are some very attractive high-class hookers, you know? I dont feel youre being very fair on your sisters.

They arent my FUCKING SISTERS.

Technically speaking, there were very much her fucking sisters, but I didnt bring it up. Women rarely appreciate an argument on semantics when youve just called them a whore.

She picked up the remote control for the large TV screen and pressed it. The screen sank down to reveal the driver.

What the hell did you tell him about me?

Nothing, said the driver, very calmly. Just as you instructed, Miss Larwood. He sounded very deferential, but at the same time, he didnt seem respectful at all.

She continued giving him what for, and he answered with polite denials of all her insinuations.

I was feeling very uncomfortable sitting there. If this was Flatland, I could have just killed both of them and walked away. Even if people saw my sword dripping with blood, they would ignore it.

And, if they found the bodies and remembered by blood-soaked clothes, all Id have to say was that we were attacked by werewolves and someone would say, Oh, I thought I heard some howling, and someone else would go, Well, its werewolf season, isnt it? and everyone goes away satisfied.

But here in London, you start blaming werewolves and they point fingers at you for cultural insensitivity.

The screen went back up and Elizabeth Larwood turned her attention back to me.

Who are you? Really. Im usually very good at being able to work out someones line of business, but you dont make any sense. I havent seen my father this excited about anyone for a long time. There must be something special about you.

No. Nothing.

She stared at me like she thought I was a new species of insect. And not in a good way. Not like an excited entomologist, more like an exterminator trying to figure out which poison would be most effective.

So, youre Flossies big sister, I said, in an attempt to change the subject.

Half-sister. We have Her face changed. You know Victoria. It was more of an accusation than a question. How do you know my sister?

Um? Oh, I dont. Archie mentioned her.

You called her Flossie. Nobody used to call her that apart from wait, are you saying shes still alive? Her eyes grew bigger and she looked shocked. Oddly, she didnt seem all that happy to hear about her sisters survival.

I have no idea, I said. You dont really look like her. Do you dye your hair?

No. Why because of the red hair? You DO know her. Where is she?

This was getting to be more intense than I had hoped for. What I needed was a clever and smart way to dismount from this rather awkward conversation.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

This line of argument took her a little by surprise. She probably hadnt been challenged quite in this way before.

Youre saying I am a cannibal even though I dont eat people? But she was willing to get on board my analogy, at least.

No, you definitely arent a cannibal. Thats the point. You dont have to be for me to not want you at my dinner parties. Vegans and cannibals, both are a nightmare to cook for.

You seem to know a lot about cannibalism, she said.

Ive met a few. A whole island of them, actually. You know how some people say there are good people on both sides of any argument? Not with cannibals.

Youre insane. She took out her phone and began texting.

The driver was watching us as he drove.

Pull over, she said all of a sudden.

The car stopped. I had no idea where we were but she got out of the car. Didnt say another thing, didnt look at me. The last I saw of her was her very attractive rear end disappearing through the door.

Then the door closed. I heard another car outside drive away. Since it had come so quickly, I could only suppose it had been following us.

We continued our journey. The partition remained down.

Im sorry about that, said the driver. I had no choice.

No choice? What do you mean?

It wasnt Mr Larwood who sent her. She told me not to say anything to you. I have to admit I was worried. Shes very good at getting people to do whatever she wants.

Yes. Even you, apparently.

Ha, yeah. Sorry, again. Shes one of the few people who can fire me, so its best not to upset her. But I have to say, it looks like I was worried over nothing. The way you worked out she was gunning for you and how you tricked her into thinking you thought she was a hooker, that was truly impressive.

Yeah. Thanks.

I hadnt spotted anything and my brilliant ruse had been completely genuine, but here in the world of the rich and privileged, everyone failed upwards, so why not me?

You dont seem to like her, I said.

Not my place to express an opinion one way or the other, said the driver. But shes been after the old mans job for quite a while now. Thinks of it as hers, even though theres quite a lot of competition. Shes definitely the frontrunner. And she knows the old mans got his eye on you, so you need to be careful. She wont give up so easily. If she wants you as one of her assets, shell keep trying.

As interesting as it was to learn about the internal wranglings of Archies organisation, I had no time to waste on Flossies family. I was here for one reason only, and that was getting a ticket home. I could only imagine how much more of a pain Elisabeth would be if she knew why her father was interested in me.

We arrived at the Royal Albert Hall as part of a stream of limousines. The driver took me all the way to the entrance and let me out. No one noticed me, everyone in their posh frocks and designer suits had other things on their minds.

This was fine. I liked being anonymous in the crowd. Having a beautiful woman on my arm would only have made things more complicated. Alone was good.

I walked in, showed the ticket the driver had given me, and found myself facing a giant Chinese dragon built like a waterslide in the middle of the vast auditorium.

Impressive, isnt it, said a voice next to me. Nothing like the real thing though, right?

I turned to find Elizabeth in a completely different outfit. Shall we mingle? She took me by the arm and led me in.