'Noted. Boss.' (GirlxGirl) (BossxIntern)

Bonus Chapter 3 - An Easy Target

*Song: Loving Strangers by Russian Red*

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It's been a week since Lexa Parler first visited Danielle and I's gallery.

She's by far the biggest client we've ever had. She's bought four paintings already.

The collector behind her must be rich...and very trusting.

Lexa never showed a strong interest in whatever I was saying about the paintings or the paintings themselves. Her gaze darted between the paintings and me, quite often staying on me, with a perplexed look on her face.

Other than that, she's quite pleasant to work with. She's never tried to bargain, and she always paid in cash. Great for tax avoidance.

'Okay, I'll send the paintings to this address.' I take the shipping sheet and the cash for the fourth painting from Lexa.

Oh, shipping to America. If she's from there too, that can explain her faint Mexican accent.

'Are you free this Friday evening?' She asks out of the blue, 'I'd like to treat you to dinner. As a thank you.'

'You don't have to. I am just doing my job.' I decline politely.

Well, free dinner and hot chick is my favourite combination. However, now the spot for 'hot chick' is forever taken by my Twin, Danielle Osis.

'No, I insist. Not everyone tracks down a new painting so fast.' She stares down at me firmly, seemingly not taking a no for an answer.

'Then I'll have to ask Danielle about it.' I smile. The perfect timing to play the fiancée card.

Her face stiffens for a millisecond. She nods, 'Of course. I'll be back tomorrow, my client is asking for some sculptures too. Let me know then.'

'No problem.'

She nods again, giving me a small smile before walking into the fading sunlight.

I check the time, it's almost half-past five. I can start closing up. Nobody comes in at this hour anyway.

I text Danielle, asking if she fancies paella and oysters (because I do), and she says yes. So, on my way home, I make a stop at the night market nearby and buy two boxes of paella and ten big oysters.

I believe we can eat twenty, but ten gives us the right amount of stimulation and enough space for the other type of oyster later if you know what I mean.

'I'm home.' I close the door behind me, lowering my hand to pat Cherry's head.

'Finally. I'm famished.' Danielle closes her laptop, greeting me with a peck on the lips. 'How's work today?'

'Sold another piece to Lexa Parler. How's your work?' I sit down next to her, taking out the food from the bag.

'The shipments to Germany and Switzerland were successful. The clients are pleased.' She sips the scotch, 'And our American stocks are going strong.'

'As always. It's amazing, you never seem to pick the wrong ones.' I compliment genuinely.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, Danielle is great with finance and investment. She basically doesn't have to work anymore.

'Well, I have picked wrong before. It takes a lot of research and practice to find the right ones.'

'Is that how you picked me?' I wiggle my brows playfully, earning an eye-roll from her.

'I never had a choice. You just decided to stick to me like gum. Now I can't get rid of you.' She smirks.

'Do you want to get rid of me? I don't think so.' I take a bite of my paella, eyeing her amusedly.