Mr.Trillionaire and Miss Runaway Convict

Chapter Nine

Saira SwitzJefferson:

“Switzie, get off of that damn bed and come out of your stupid cave before I drag you out like a dysfunctional ragdoll!”

Oh, she’s certainly pissed.

Completely overlooking what my ratty best friend just said, I lazily roll over until I am on the other side of the bed, the side farthest away from Zoe.

And start snoring incredibly loudly.

So that anyone living under the same roof as me can hear it.

I hear a distinct yell coming from the other room, followed by a string of curses and dire threats, and snicker.

Anyone definitely heard it.

I am expecting a fully-fledged threat stating I will be dead within the next minute but it surprisingly doesn’t seem to arrive.
And that is so unlike Zoe.

Violent tendencies are a habit of hers after all.

Does it make her seem as deranged as a madman who hasn’t seen a human for forty years and still wants to kill them, especially if that human belongs to the opposite gender?

Yes.

But does it also make her the mad little scientist who is unbelievably adorable when she flings out unrealistic threats like “I will feed you to the Banshees!” or “Just wait before I whack your butt into the Whomping Willow!”

Yes.

As I settle myself into the comfortable lie of Zoe finally leaving me alone to sleep and sink into the luxury of my bed, another yell reaches my ears, this one even more shrill and deranged.

“If you don’t want to get up, fine! I will just be here burning all the precious, precious documents sent by my dear father about the hauntingly important case of missing men.”

Now that's one way to wake me right up.

Opening one eye quite reluctantly, I gaze at my reflection in the glass door that leads to the stunning balcony in my room and see a girl who looks completely drowsy and out of place, not to mention the bedraggled and incredibly messy hair, gazing right back at me.

She looks tired, I must admit.

It’s probably because you stayed up all night reading fantasy novels, you idiot.

I tell myself to shut up and just as I am about to close my eyes and snuggle in my inviting bed again, my mind decides to replay what just happened a few seconds ago and it finally sinks in.

My eyes snap open and my body sits up on it’s own accord, alarmingly fast as if finally realizing what my absolutely unhinged best friend just said.

Before my slow brain, which doesn’t really function normally in late mornings, can even process what’s happening, a shout reaches my ears, one filled with no shame and plenty of room for fury.

“You either get out right now or all these documents will be ashes in two seconds!”

She doesn’t mean it, does she?

Does she?

I tentatively test the waters by raising my voice a little and shout back, “You wouldn’t dare! ”

She would, actually.

That’s what the voice in the back of my head is telling me. And for once, I have to agree.

A woman who can hack into the most secure vault accounts and decode highly classified information for fun is not someone to poke fun at.
Especially when that fierce woman wants you out of bed for a meeting with top criminals whom you have insulted and negotiated in the last session.