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'What if we don't agree to this deal?' Mrs Larson slammed the paperwork down on the table in front of the Leclercs. 'I don't think you understand who you are dealing with!' The Larsons were greedy. They saw people doing well from themselves and they wanted that. The fully expected to receive everything on a silver plater. Mr Larson had the great idea to go into business with the Leclercs, but it was Mrs Leclerc who convinced him to steal from the family. There partnership was based on lie, and the cracks in the business had finally began to show.

'We fully understand who we are dealing with.' Mrs Leclerc spoke. 'We've been working together for years, eventually planning on merging our companies together whilst you have been taking our money from us! After everything we have done for you!'

'It was an accident and it won't happen again, Mrs Leclerc. I assure you of that!' Mr Larson told her but Mrs Leclerc was wiser than to believe the lies that fell from his mouth.

'You had got a choice to make Mr and Mrs Larson. I want my 1.5 million euros of stock back. I will give you a week.' Mrs Leclerc informed the Larsons. Money had always been had for that family. But when the Leclercs decided to invest and grow their business, the Larsons thought they had hit the jackpot. The figures were not adding up to Mrs Leclerc, she knew the Larsons were behind it. Greed had taken over the Larsons rational thought. The Larsons were bankrupt as they hadn't spent the money that had stolen from this family.

'That is ridiculous! We can't come up with that kind of money in a week! We have nothing anymore!' Mr Larson erupted.

'Calm down!' Mrs Leclerc matched his pitch. 'If that demand cannot be met, I have a counter offer!'

'Proceed.' Mrs Larson grabbed her husband to take a seat.

'In 16 years when your daughter will be what? 20?, she will marry my son Charles.' Mrs Leclerc smiled.

'Our daughter?' Mrs Larson questioned.

'Yes. Maeve, I believe she is called. You know the daughter that you have desperately kept a secret from your business partners? Or has the greed possessed you so much you have forgotten all about your child?' Mrs Leclerc taunted the pair. She knew the Larsons where borderline neglecting there daughter. The Larson where to concerned with designer clothes, drugs and travelling to expensive places in the world

'You want to Maeve to marry Charles and in return you don't want the 1.5 million euros?' Mrs Larson clarified Mrs Leclercs point. 'Why?'

'You clearly have a hatred for us especially after everything my family has done for you over the years. Nothing would make you suffer more than your daughter becoming a Leclerc.' Mrs Leclerc reclined back into her seat.

'Fine!' Mrs Larson spoke without further hesitation, without consulting her husband, Mr Larson hated it when his wife took control of joint decisions

'Perfect. Please sign on the dotted lines to make this all official.' A smile appeared on Mrs Leclercs face.

Mr and Mrs Larson both scribbled in the piece of paper that Mrs Leclerc had place in front of them. 'You know we could just start up a new company and get other investors, the Leclercs aren't the only people who would have done business with us.' Mr Larson remarked.

'Oh you stupid people.' Mrs Leclerc chuckled. 'You should have read the fine print. You have just surrendered all rights to Larson Limited, you have no licences to trade or sell stock, and above all you have given me a daughter in sixteen years time.' An argument erupted between the Larsons, this would be first of many to come over the years and the Leclercs sat there as their plan had worked. 'Theft is a crime in many countries, count your lucky stars that the police were not involved.'

'How are we supposed to provide for Maeve now!' Mrs Larson shouted. 'You haven taken everything from us!'

'You did it all by yourself! Maeve's upbringing is not of any concern of us. Your actions have consequences.' Mrs Leclerc spoke back the that Larson. No matter how angry she was, she remained calm and didn't show fury once at them. She was told when she was younger, this is what scares your enemies. 'There's a driver waiting for you outside to take you back the hole you climbed out of!'

'This isn't over.' Mrs Larson spat.

'Oh it is. It's finally all over.' Mrs Leclerc smiled as she pulled an ashtray forward and began to light up a cigarette. This feeling of satisfaction was one the Leclercs had never felt before. It felt great.