"Playing dumb and bratty... I can see your tricks, Margot... But maybe I like the trickery."
The baroness leans back on her chair, taking her hand from Margot's body back to the arm rest. And she's smirking devilishly at her.
"Maybe the gun is better in my hands..." Her hand sliders further up, staying on her waist, her thumb brushes across the side of Margot's stomach.
"You have... Other weapons. Arguably deadlier. If there is one baron that I do not underestimate, it's you."
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Ugh fine . . I mean I still take care of the annoying meetings with the other goons .
And I donโt have a gun .
( for once she might listen to someone. . I mean renata does have good points she wants to keep her girls . . &&
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She runs her chemtech hand across the side of Margot's leg, from her calf to her thigh, that hand is surprisingly warm, like a real hand would be. "I could use a break... What's the point of having all that money if you can't spend it, hm?"
"Keep them leashed, Margot, otherwise they will deem you to be useless. Which is why I do my own paperwork, it's boring, but it reminds them who's the boss... And the gun helps." She taps her holster.
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( she rolls her eyes once again but renataโs got a point . . But itโs how she got up so high )
Ugh Iโm alright . My shimmer pen broke ( glance ).
But itโs just boring these days with the girls doing their own &&
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Renata chuckles with malice. "You keep on trying to be the 'sexy baron' and that's all you're gonna get... But I'm kind enough to extend some more refined company to such an... Esteemed... Baroness."
She smirks and asks frankly. "How are you, Margot?"
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Ugh sorry . .
( with an eye roll she leans back on her hands )
Yeah I want company .
Youโre the only other powerful woman in this stupid place Iโm tired of talking with brainless men .
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"My business is fine because--" She cuts herself off with a sigh, realising that whatever explanation would fall on deaf ears.
"Fine... Don't call me that, Margot, at least pretend to show me some respect. What do you want? Company? I can't help you with your nail catastrophe."
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What would you rather I sit on your lap ?
your work isnโt that important ! Plus thatโs all you do all day long just fucking talk with me ren .
So dramatic. . Your business is gonna be fine .
( thereโs a soft whine )
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With a sigh of annoyance, Renata leans back on her chair, dropping the work she was doing.
"Haven't I told you to not sit on my desk about a dozen times already? Is annoying me a sport to you and the other barons?"
"A demonstration of force would be in line..." She mutters.
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( she knows renata loves her it shows . She thinks that about everyone but who cares .
Sitting right on her desk she sighs and looks at her broken nail . )
Guess it could work . . Iโd have to call my gall soon , ugh sheโs constantly busy !
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"Didn't I tell you to- Ugh... Fine."
She sighs and takes Margot's hand, briefly glancing upon her nails and then back at her.
"You still look good, get yourself some extensions for now."
A compliment from her doesn't happen often... And was that a touch of worry in her voice?
I wonder if curiosity treats foxes as well as it treats cats.
Fine, you have my attention, I'll indulge you. Should I pretend I'm young for humans or old for vastayans?
It isn't just a matter of money, it's a matter of resources. How many of your requests for improvement have they denied? How many equipment have they denied?
Things are different here, come and see for yourself, I will secure your safe passage. Don't need a breather, do you?