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help.”
She snorted. “That’s no joke.”
“No, seriously. I need your help.”
Mischa sat up straighter at Harper’s tone. This was Harper’s serious-shit-is-about-to-go-down tone. She hated that tone. In her experience, Harper’s serious tone could mean anything from “I just found out your mother is planning to come stay with you for an extended period of time” to “I’ve just escaped a cult compound and need a ride home.”
Regardless, no good ever came from Harper’s serious tone.
Mischa’s concern escalated as she listened to Harper’s story, then she fluctuated between being terrified for her friend and royally pissed off at Romeo for putting her friend’s life on the line for a stupid gambling debt.
“I’m going to kill Romeo, that rat bastard,” she said.
“Yeah, you’re going to have to get in line behind Riddick,” Harper said dryly.
Frankly, Mischa was surprised Romeo hadn’t been crucified on a roulette wheel at the Bellagio by now. Riddick must be getting downright mellow in his old age.
“What can I do?” Mischa asked.
“Do you remember that ex-Sentry biochemist you worked with at TEV?”
How could she forget Leon Steinfeld? She hadn’t known him when they both worked at Sentry, but after vampires came out and Sentry folded, Leon had taken a job working for Mischa in accounting at TEV Technologies. He was a certified genius, and always felt he was above the job. His attitude had been complete shit.
And in truth, he probably was above the job. But with Sentry research on his resume, he wasn’t likely to find anything else. Certainly not anything in his field.
Which is why Mischa had been surprised to learn that instead of being grateful to TEV for hiring him, he decided to embezzle money from them.
Too bad for Leon that Mischa was also a certified genius and caught on to his scam before he was able to steal more than a few thousand bucks. TEV had fired him immediately, but didn’t bother to prosecute him. Lucky bastard. If it had been left up to her, he’d be someone’s prison bitch right about now.
“Yeah,” Mischa answered. “Why?”
“I need you to track him down. Ask him if he can help synthesize an antidote for whatever poison Sentry used to kill cleaners.”
Mischa’s stomach sank into her bunny slippers. “Harper, that might be a problem. Leon isn’t exactly a fan of mine. He’s more likely to spit in my face than help me with anything.”
“I’m sorry, hon. I wouldn’t ask if I had another plan B.”
And plan A was letting her fiancé fight in the Arena. She suppressed a shudder. Just the thought must be giving Harper chest pains.
“Maybe you can get Lucas to help you,” Harper went on. “Or, better yet—”
Mischa wished Harper could see her narrowing her eyes menacingly. “Don’t finish that sentence.”
There was a pause on Harper’s end. “Fine. I won’t. It’s just that…wouldn’t it be nice to have someone who can read minds with you when you talk to Leon?”
She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. Even in a crisis, her friend was matchmaking. “You’re the devil, Harper. I hope you realize that.”
“I’ve been told.”
Then it occurred to Mischa that if Harper really did only have a few days to live, she didn’t want their last conversation to end with name calling. So, she swallowed the lump that suddenly threatened to occlude her throat and said, “Harper…you know I love you, right? You’re like a sister to me.”
“Sweet Jesus,” Harper groaned. “I’m not dying! Pull yourself together, woman.” Then, after another short pause, she grumbled, “And just for the record, I love you, too.”
But before Mischa could get too caught up in the emotion of the moment, Harper broke into an overly dramatic rendition of Wind Beneath My Wings .
“It would so serve you right if I let you die, you horrible bitch,” she said without heat.
“Yeah, but you won’t. ‘Cause you luuuvvv me.”
She
She snorted. “That’s no joke.”
“No, seriously. I need your help.”
Mischa sat up straighter at Harper’s tone. This was Harper’s serious-shit-is-about-to-go-down tone. She hated that tone. In her experience, Harper’s serious tone could mean anything from “I just found out your mother is planning to come stay with you for an extended period of time” to “I’ve just escaped a cult compound and need a ride home.”
Regardless, no good ever came from Harper’s serious tone.
Mischa’s concern escalated as she listened to Harper’s story, then she fluctuated between being terrified for her friend and royally pissed off at Romeo for putting her friend’s life on the line for a stupid gambling debt.
“I’m going to kill Romeo, that rat bastard,” she said.
“Yeah, you’re going to have to get in line behind Riddick,” Harper said dryly.
Frankly, Mischa was surprised Romeo hadn’t been crucified on a roulette wheel at the Bellagio by now. Riddick must be getting downright mellow in his old age.
“What can I do?” Mischa asked.
“Do you remember that ex-Sentry biochemist you worked with at TEV?”
How could she forget Leon Steinfeld? She hadn’t known him when they both worked at Sentry, but after vampires came out and Sentry folded, Leon had taken a job working for Mischa in accounting at TEV Technologies. He was a certified genius, and always felt he was above the job. His attitude had been complete shit.
And in truth, he probably was above the job. But with Sentry research on his resume, he wasn’t likely to find anything else. Certainly not anything in his field.
Which is why Mischa had been surprised to learn that instead of being grateful to TEV for hiring him, he decided to embezzle money from them.
Too bad for Leon that Mischa was also a certified genius and caught on to his scam before he was able to steal more than a few thousand bucks. TEV had fired him immediately, but didn’t bother to prosecute him. Lucky bastard. If it had been left up to her, he’d be someone’s prison bitch right about now.
“Yeah,” Mischa answered. “Why?”
“I need you to track him down. Ask him if he can help synthesize an antidote for whatever poison Sentry used to kill cleaners.”
Mischa’s stomach sank into her bunny slippers. “Harper, that might be a problem. Leon isn’t exactly a fan of mine. He’s more likely to spit in my face than help me with anything.”
“I’m sorry, hon. I wouldn’t ask if I had another plan B.”
And plan A was letting her fiancé fight in the Arena. She suppressed a shudder. Just the thought must be giving Harper chest pains.
“Maybe you can get Lucas to help you,” Harper went on. “Or, better yet—”
Mischa wished Harper could see her narrowing her eyes menacingly. “Don’t finish that sentence.”
There was a pause on Harper’s end. “Fine. I won’t. It’s just that…wouldn’t it be nice to have someone who can read minds with you when you talk to Leon?”
She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. Even in a crisis, her friend was matchmaking. “You’re the devil, Harper. I hope you realize that.”
“I’ve been told.”
Then it occurred to Mischa that if Harper really did only have a few days to live, she didn’t want their last conversation to end with name calling. So, she swallowed the lump that suddenly threatened to occlude her throat and said, “Harper…you know I love you, right? You’re like a sister to me.”
“Sweet Jesus,” Harper groaned. “I’m not dying! Pull yourself together, woman.” Then, after another short pause, she grumbled, “And just for the record, I love you, too.”
But before Mischa could get too caught up in the emotion of the moment, Harper broke into an overly dramatic rendition of Wind Beneath My Wings .
“It would so serve you right if I let you die, you horrible bitch,” she said without heat.
“Yeah, but you won’t. ‘Cause you luuuvvv me.”
She
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