Rightfully His

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Later that night, Andrea stayed with her grandparents up until dinner. She watched her grandmothers soap, admired her grandfathers hand carvings and ate with them. And she found herself waking up at midnight in her bed to pack a bag and head to work.

Pulling up to the Gentlemen's Club, she parks her car and hides her wounds with foundation and concealer before entering the building.

Stella was the first to approach her.

"My star pupil," the woman hugs Andrea admirably. Then pulls away grabbing her by the shoulders. "You owe a debt with Mr. Gavinchie. You'll need to stop by his office before you head back."

"Do I have to?" Andrea rolls her eyes followed by a childish stomp.

"Hurry up," Stella pushes her towards his office. "Don't keep him waiting."

Trudging to her boss' office, she could only imagine the scowling she was about to endure. She thought Viola had said he took it out on Stella so she could avoid this very moment. Apparently not if he was asking for her.

Knocking on his door she waits for him to call her in.

"Come in."

She turns the knob and enters his office.

"Close the door and take a seat," he avoids meeting her gaze as he types furiously away on his computer.

Andrea places her bag at the bottom of her feet as she waits for him to acknowledge her.

After a minute, Mr. Gavinchie looks up from his computer and meets Andrea's awaiting stare. He leans back in his chair and folds his hands in his lap. He reaches into his drawer and takes out a cigar and lights it. He takes a couple of drags and blows it her way.

She scrunches her face and waves her hand to get rid of the smoke.

"Mr. Gavinchie-"

"Andrea, do you know how much damage was caused by Mr. Salvatore?"

She shakes her head.

"$100,000."

If Andrea had water in her mouth it would be flying across the room.

"That's...That's impossible." She sputters.

He inhales his cigar. "You'd be surprised," and exhales with a straggled chuckle.

"The multiple rounds of bullets penetrated right through our ceiling and into our already collapsing roof. And not to mention because of these large gaps, water is leaking in through our light fixtures. And on top of that, some of the electrical was caught in the cross fire and the left side of our building without power. And we know we strictly use that side for private dances. And because there is no power we can no longer provide those services until it is fixed. So as you can imagine, we have to replace the entire roof, put in new ceilings and electrical."

"But that will take me at least over a year maybe two years to pay that off. You know I have bills of my own, I can't-"

Mr. Gavinchie all but leaps out of his chair, pointing his cigar at her as the vein on his forehead pops.

He yells with spit flying out of his mouth. "It is because of you that this is happening. Stella and Viola told me he was here for you specifically. And because of that this will be your debt. And I do not care how long it will take for you to pay me back because if you don't, you will regret it. Now get the f*ck out of my office." He throws himself back into his chair, puffing away on his cigar.