Siren Song 185 Let Me I + Ii

At her desk Chang sat with her head laying on her desk. After negotiating with Michéle at Roche, she ended up having to give them a 10% increase in their invested funds for their new labs. Not just that it would have to be in non-interest accruing funds to cancel their sub contract with Robert Dumonts contracting company.

Thinking about it she bit her manicured thumb nail, burning, Michéle was just too shrewd this time and knew she would pay more for this to happen. She had even lined up a superior company with a better reputation to take over.

Even with their sub-par standards Robert Dumont's company was still a subsidiary of Dumont Holdings and had value just from that. For it to be fully devalued and destroyed she would need her grand-pères help,and he had particular feelings about family going against family.

'..ugh, why can't it just be easy..'

Laying her head on the desk, she rolled it around trying to delay the inevitable. Sighing aloud loudly Chang worked up her nerve and memorized what she wanted to say before calling her grand-père's personal cell. It only rang a few times before a busy tone droned out a few times before it ended the call.

'Great, I bet Robert's called him first, or aunt Anne-Marie, his witchmother. I should have called him first instead of Roche Holdings. Dammit why did I delay.'

Laying her head back on the table lamenting her foolishness, Chang heard a commotion at the front door from the men returning from their walk. Uninterested for the moment she slumped despondently forward, her forehead pressed to the desk, her hair having completely fallen out of it's mold splayed out around her.

As she lay there questioning her intelligence, she heard Justin's voice piercing through the halls before the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Hard.

"Hey momma I'm hoome~ and I brought a tasty gigolo too-!

"Ow! What did you hit me for! You're the one who said you would sell yourself to her if asked!"

The sound of a couple more strikes and what sounded like the two struggling sounded out and she sat up.

'd.a.m.n these two I have enough of a headache as it is..'

"Oww! That hurts, you brute. I know you're technically older and wouldn't be a gigolo but just a common Don Juan. Hey! If you keep hitting me, I'm going to tell my suga momma on you."

'.. Fools..'

"Ow-oow! Stop it, you're such a bully, that's it!"

Sitting there Chang listened to their exchange mentally picturing it all as the sound of a few more thumps sounded and then loud thumping footsteps quickly approached before a polite knock sounded on her door.

"Come in Justin-- before she was able to finish completely Justin flung open the door at come in and rushed up to her, clinging to her neck as he cried out obviously fake tears.

"Your Don Juan is such a bully, he just can't take a joke, he keeps. .h.i.tting me. Make him stop suga momma, protect your baby."

Breathless, rumpled and obviously irritated Jian appeared in the doorway next and looked at Justin crying his crocodile tears wrapped around her neck with disgust.

"Get off my wife now. You are truly shameless." Reaching forward with a stony face he grabbed the back of Justin's collar but he clung tighter to Chang.

"Save me please." Holding on Justin pleaded with Chang.

"Hey hey now, don't you dare hurt my little sugar baby! There there now don't cry, I'm here." Taking advantage of the situation Chang grabbed hold Justin and pulled him onto her lap and patted his back in a consoling manner as she glared at Jian. It was fun to be able to tease him, plus him calling Justin shameless was the burnt pot calling the kettle black.

Shocked and appalled Jian looked between her and Justin while still holding onto a fistful of the back of the linen shirt Chang had bought him. Still consoling Justin Chang kept eye contact with Jian.

"Now you have to behave yourselves boys, I got a little more to do. I need you to play nice and not kill each other for a couple more hours, Ok?"

"Ok." Justin immediately gave her a smile and answered obediantly. Jian on the other hand had an expression on his face that was quickly souring further as he tightened his hold on Justin.

"Ok Jian?"

"Fine. After two hours though I make you no promises." Through gritted teeth Jian reluctantly let him go his lips pursed tight.

Rolling her eyes Chang shooed Justin off her lap and turned back to her desk.

"Good enough for me, I already have a big enough headache as it is." Turning her attention her attention back to her desk she pulled out the file containing her trump card.

'Wait good enough for me? Don't say that.' Silently pleading with her with his eyes Justin looked at the malevolent glances he saw coming from the side and hoped she really wouldn't let him have his way with him.

"Oh is there anything I can help you with?"

Coming forward to stand behind her Jian looked over her shoulder at the stack of neatly organized papers on her desk.

"Not really, I was just still troubled over a deal I just had to edit, plus I haven't been able to get ahold of my grand-père yet, I didn't want my cousin to first, but I think he already has. So I'm going to make a little phone call first then try again."

"Would you like me to look over the contract."

"If you want to, not going to change anything, it's already set, and the end result is worth it."

"Hmm," acknowledging her words with a low hum in the back of his throat, Jian still picked it up while she opened her case file on Natalie Martin.

Standing over her shoulder Liang Jian Amal peered over her contract, seeing her absent-mindedly rubbing one temple with her right hand he took over. Under his fingers she let out a small sigh in satisfaction and relief. Looking over at Justin still standing there silently he gave him a triumphant smirk.

'This is coercion and you know it.' Giving him a reproving look Justin shook his head at Jian.

'So what, it's working.' Giving him a smug smirk with a flash of his eyes Jian retorted silently to Justin.

'There is no justice in this world...' "I'm going to go rustle up some grub, getting peckish." Fed up Justin gave them a wave before heading out ma.s.saging his bruiser shoulder.

"Hey Justin don't cook tonight, I actually wanted to order in some takeout, you've been cooking pretty much your whole vacation."

"I don't mind, but what were you thinking?" Raising an eyebrow Justin stopped and looked at her.

".. Chinese"

"... I have no words to say to you..." His face falling Justin sighed and shook his head. "Just know that I love you, but I might love you a little less now.."

"Well I love you more and more every day." Taking the opportunity from Justin's words, Liang Jian Amal whispered into her ear loud enough for Justin to hear. "Plus if you want to eat Chinese, you could have said something at any time, I'm right here."

Hearing his first part of the sentence, Chang felt warm and fuzzy until he completed it. Once he finished it, she was reminded of what a stinking pervert he was.

'And to think I was this close to giving you a kiss and was almost touched..' "Don't touch me pervert, just leave me alone. I have a couple more phone calls to make. Heh at least one will be satisfying." Shaking of Jian's hands she gave him a dirty look.

"Oh and who is that?" Curiosity piqued Justin came closer.

"Oh, just an old aquantaince of my cousins who happens holds one of the keys to his undoing. I thought it would be awhile before I played this card, but mmm it just seems like the right time now."

"Hehe. What are you gonna do." Feeling something wicked being planned Justin was taken by an evil conspiratorial grin.

"If you're that curious, you can stay and listen, but be quiet." Giving him a side eye, mischief twinkling in her eye, Chang located the number.