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She nodded, heading to the corner. “Yes. I hid it for you in case I got captured; it’s around here somewhere.”
“Your mind has been poisoned, Fleur,” he replied.
She shook her head. “They’re probably still on there. I only put them up yesterday.”
“I don’t know why,” he replied. “I’m a businessman, and not only do you have something I want, but the bargaining chip I’m using is in a great...
They approached the warehouse and the closer they got, the more nervous Ophelia seemed. “Okay. Okay. We got be as quick as possible.”
“I just want to see her again, Fleur. I haven’t seen her for 30 years. I miss her.”
(Zoop?)
“I said nothing of the sort!” he said, looking astonished. “I would never do that.”
She looked down at their hands for a moment before dropping it, turning away from him. “Okay. Let’s go.”
“Fleur, someone has very clearly fed you misinformation. I’m not the bad guy.”
She looked at him numbly before standing up, offering a hand to him.
He laughed incredulously. “What makes you think I would do something like that?”
"I think it's the best time to go," she replied. "Eve probably still thinks you're after me. The more time that passes, the less likely that becomes."
"Not between lower status individuals, maybe, but I have been nothing but honest with you, Fleur."
She paused and a strange expression crossed over her face. "...okay, Abes. You can come with."
She frowned, but didn't push it. "You don't need to come with me, Abel," she said gently. "It might be better for you to stay hidden. We can meet...
He glared at her before composing himself. "I had hoped you would just tell me."
She looked down at it before looking up at him. "You won't let me fix it?"
His head jerked up and he tilted his head. "Really? Who is she with?"
She looked up at him, looking shocked. "You'll help me?"
