the song for this chapter is "Off To The Races, Instant Party Remix," by Lana Del Rey, but feel free to listen to the original version of this song as well! :)
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And I'm off to the races, cases of Bacardi chasers
Chasin' me all over town
'Cause he knows I'm wasted, facin' time again at Rikers Island
And I won't get out
Because I'm crazy, baby
I need you to come here and save me
I'm your little scarlet, starlet, singin' in the garden
Kiss me on my open mouth
Ready for you
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Harry
The second I heard the front door shut, Leonardo ended the call. Turns out he wanted nothing more than to ask if I had any suspects since the last time we had talked an hour ago. How lovely.
My eyes then drifted over to the desk, seeing Finley's black leather jacket still draped across it.
Shit.
I quickly grabbed it and ran downstairs, but before I could grab the door handle, Caspian stopped me.
"Wait! Is that Finley's?" He asked urgently, causing me to pause and turn towards him.
"Yeah, why?" I replied.
"Because don't give it back. I have an idea. If she hates it, I'll buy her a new jacket, but if she loves it, then it's a win-win," he replied
"Okay, fine. But if she does hate it, you are taking the blame, alright?" I clarified, really not wanting to start the race knowing that Finley was pissed at me. We were already probably going to butt heads and bumpers a little bit, as I knew whatever liking or tolerance we had developed towards each other would do nothing to mask our natural-born competitive nature.
"Deal," he assured me, taking the jacket from my outstretched hand and draping it over his arm.
"I also need you to fix her shirt, please," I chuckled, causing Caspian to roll his eyes.
"I'm guessing that some buttons went missing?" He asked, laughing a bit.
"You know me too well," I smirked back.
"Why didn't you walk her out, by the way?" Caspian inquired, raising an eyebrow at me.
"My boss called. There's trouble in paradise, apparently," I shrugged.
"What kind of trouble? Are you in trouble?" He asked, his face taking on a worried aura.
I shook my head quickly. "No, no, no. Not me. Some money went missing from one of our main accounts without a traceable source for the withdrawal. I'm not too worried, if I had to guess, it's either going to end up being a faulty read of the account, or Leo will remember that he just so happened to buy a yacht for the same amount while he was drunk one night. That's what usually happens when there is something "wrong"," I explained putting quotations around the word wrong as I spoke.
"Okay good. So you aren't concerned it's someone out to get your organization or something like that, right?" he clarified. Caspian always tried to remain cool, calm and collected whenever we spoke about my job, but I knew that even with his mask of carefreeness, inside, he worried about me.
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