The Queen: Love's Death || ✔️

Chapter 6: Princess' Plan

Zeus

Bullet looked like he wasn't going to agree and Blade looked like he wasn't going to disagree. Being twins gave them some similarities, but mainly a lot of differences amongst the two.

After telling them about the deal we had received just two days ago, they sat there in silence while Hera sent an email on her laptop in my office. I was extremely nervous, mainly because having these two disagreeing on this would make us lose out on a huge opportunity.

"Who are these people?" Blade asked for the umpteenth time, and I rolled my eyes at how annoyed I felt. Not just him, but also Bullet had asked the same question for way too long.

"The Genaro's. Bryson Genaro and Damien Genaro." I answered, taking a short glance at Hera was so focused on the laptop in front of her, she didn't even realise that I was looking at her.

"No... n-n-no, I don't remember them. I've never heard of them." Bullet stutters dramatically while wiggling his index finger, and then it suddenly clicked.

"You're trying to remember them? You're supposed to be thinking about their deal, not their history."

"Zeus, there is more to something than meets the eye. Twenty fucking percent? I would rather die a painful death at the hands of your mother than give up twenty percent of my company!" Blade exclaimed.

"Yeah, and this business is meant to be run by the King bloodline. Bringing in strangers could complicate things." Bullet added.

"Which is why we are trying to remember about a Michael Genaro who is supposedly a friend of our grandfather, Luther. It can't be, how can we not remember these people?" Blade asked me.

"I have all of the information on their company and they seem extremely legal and extremely attractive. Biggest shipping company in the north and have a reputation of never opening deals with any prospective businesses. It's by the grace of God that they came to us, if anything, according to their reputation, we should've been knocking at their doorstep."

"That's so strange. Tell me about this family." Bullet asked intriguingly.

"Maureen Genaro, apparently knows my mother..."

"... Claudia? No way in hell!"

"Yeah, it makes no sense. I've been by Claudia's side since she was eighteen and she had never had any acquaintance with a Maureen Genaro." Blade stated confidently.

"Or maybe this was before you came into the picture. Remember that you only came two years after Claudia married Charles so maybe, just maybe, Claudia and Maureen could've met back when..."

"... when Luther was still alive." Blade finished Bullet's statement.

"Wait, when did Luther die?" I asked.

"When Claudia was nineteen. A year before you were born." Blade stated in a haste then turned to Hera, "What are you doing?"

"Background check. These Genaro's are extremely persuasive, but my gut is screaming for me to check my back for an incoming knife. The tall one, Bryson, he's very off-ish."

"What does that mean?"

"He reminds me of my mother in a way, he had the same emotionless look on his face, but his eyes were even worse. Black and almost lifeless."

"And you don't want to take his offer because he gives you the hibbie jibbies?"

"Exactly." Hera smiled at us, then turned back to her laptop. "Spotless and impressive, there is absolutely nothing bad that can be spoken about these men."

"So far what have you found out?" Blade asked her.

"Damien isn't Maureen's child. He's her nephew. Unlike our huge family, the Genaro's only consist of Maureen, Damien, Bryson and some guy named Rico. He seems to be like a father figure to them. Their uncle or something."

"So he lied about our families having similarities?" I asked.

"Not exactly, our families did know each other." Bullet stated.

"Yeah, back when Luther was alive which was more than twenty years ago. We have nothing in common now."

"I think we should do it." Hera said, then all three of us in the room looked at her like she had been growing a second head.

"Are you ok?" Bullet asked, actually looking concerned.

"Yes. I'm fine. I really think that we should give them a try. We should give them what they want..."

"... Hera..." I tried to tell her how absurd her idea sounded, but Blade stopped me.

"... Zeus, she wasn't finished."

"Thank you uncle Blade." She said sweetly to him. "A temporary deal. For at least a year, we do what they want. But we don't let them know, once the contract is signed, the shares will be exchanged but this merge will only be valid for a year. I want us to see what exactly the Genaro's can bring to our table."

"How will we make sure that they don't find out when they sign the contract?" Bullet asked.

"We make Damien sign first. He's obviously the amateur in the family business and he looked quite desperate when we spoke to them. Bryson will sign after."

"Without reading the contract?" Blade asked.

"They will. I'll make our contract so discrete, not even the most renowned attorney will be able to read between our vague lines."

"And what if they find out about this before the year ends?" I asked.

"They can do nothing about it. They'll be bound by contract to finish the year. If they do as they promise and better Throne, we'll sign a permanent contract where our families and businesses will merge. Realistically, financially and culturally." She quoted Damien's words, and watched as I chuckled dryly.

"That sounds like an actual plan. And at the end of it all, we lose nothing." Blade said, nodding his head in approval.

"And the Genaro's will be discarded out of our lives if they fuck up. Great plan, Hera." Bullet agreed.

"Good job, Hera. I knew that having you by my side would benefit me." I also complimented her, and she blushed shyly. "I'll get the Genaro's on the phone and then we can set a meeting for Friday."

"Why not tomorrow?" She asked.

"We don't want to seem desperate or eager for their offer. Friday is the perfect day for all of this." Blade explained.

"And I have a contract to draft." Bullet said.

"Ok." Hera answered once she understood.

"Meeting adjourned." Blade announced, "Now, I wonder what's for dinner downstairs."

"I smell meatballs." I said, taking off my blazer.

"No, I'm sure that's meatloaf." Bullet corrected him.

"Whatever it is, as long as it's edible, I'm satisfied." Blade concluded and we all chuckled while making our way downstairs to the dinner.