Choking On Sapphires

76 You've Got The Love

Genevieve's pointed leather heels kick up dust along the well walked pathway towards Alfie's office. The navy shoes in their cool tone set apart from the sepia-toned expanse of dirt and wood as the employees of her future husband, the formidable gangster Alfie Solomons politely bowed their heads in greeting as they dare not do anything that could be read as anything but. A trip to Solomons office for even the bravest of men was a nerve-racking experience. But for Genevieve, it was always a journey of excitement and delight. This trip was no different.

She dusts her flowing, floral spring dress as she stops just short of bumping into Alfies second, Ollie. The tall and always slightly nervous looking young man had a curious bead of sweat on his brow as his body language gave away his hesitancy for her unannounced appearance.

"Bonjour Ollie darling!" She greets with a very pleasant smiling face, an envelope clutched in her hand over the small purse she carries that matched her shoes. She did always look very put together, and most always the opposite of her love Alfie as his appearance, particularly when he was at work. He was unkempt and old fashioned at best. She had brought many new things into his life but a complete shift in his wardrobe wasn't one of them.

Ollie as always enjoyed hearing the sweet melodic greeting of his boss's charming love interest, but not even his fondness for laying eyes on her could distract him from his anxieties as she cheerfully trotted towards Alfie's office door.

"Shalom Miss Durand." He sputters with darting eyes and a face that only half turns to her as it nervously glances to the half glass door she could hear Alfie shouting from. He's relieved when she takes a few steps back as he approaches her with outstretched arms.

"I DONT FUCKIN CARE IF ITS THE BLOODY QUEEN WHAT NEEDS SEEIN' TO MATE!" Alfies gruff and almost slurred thick Camden accent in its usual loud and booming delivery makes its way through the wooden door to their ears.

"Oh." Genevieve says with puckered, painted lips, her dark brown eyes wide and understanding of the man before her and his unwelcoming body language.

"Yeah he's uh..." Ollie stutters.

"YEAH 'N I FUCKIN' PAID YOU YEAH? NO ONE ELSE,FUCKIN YOU!"

"Poor man." She sighs. "His birthday and he still can't enjoy himself." She tsks and opens her mouth to speak but his words interrupt her.

"YEAH 'N IF I DONT FUCKIN' 'AVE IT BY NOON, RIGHT? I 'ONT CARE HOW MUCH FUCKIN' MONEY I PAID YOU I'LL FUCKIN' SHOOT YOU! DO YOU UNDERSTAND? EITHER IT IS IN MY HAND AND PERFECT OR YOU WILL BE FUCKIN' CUT INTO LITTLE PIECES 'N NO ONE WILL EVER FIND YA MATE!"

"He's going to die from a heart attack before the party." She shakes her head and shrugs. "I apologize if he's been poorly to you Ollie. I know a party isn't really his sort of thing and he's probably well miffed about it." She responds apologetically. "He seemed rather pleasant this morning." She reflects thoughtfully with a slight tilt of her head, her half pulled back hair shifting as she did so, the ends of it swishing across her lower back as she shakes her head out of the thought. "But maybe he's only saving face because he knows I love a good party. Bless the poor lad." Her hand rests on her ample chest that was still noticeable even in the humble neckline of her pink and blue floral dress. "I'm afraid I have one more thing to add to your to-do list today Ollie."

"PISS OFF!" Alfie's voice interrupts again, hearing his hand hit the top of his desk.

Gen sighs and continues on despite the usually charming deep gruff she experienced from the man being replaced with a rather unpleasant gravelly growl full of threat. "I need you to put this envelope in his desk for me, please. It's extremely important and no one, including you sees what's inside. Trust me." She hands the envelope to Ollie who's shaking hands tentative lift to meet it between them. He takes it, looking at the sealed folder with question as it slides from her manicured fingers. "After he leaves put it-"