Wonder Dog | DAMON BGT

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"Hello love" Suzanne smiled charmingly from her seat. Simon sat next to her, tired from facing the cameras for so long and asked the driver to drive to the lady's house.

"You were right, BGT is a global phenomenon." She rested her body on his.

Simon moved his hand to her perfect waist. He wanted to forget about that problem with the writer, no matter if he still felt his blood burning at the thought of him.

"That's right. It's exciting, because they all come to present their talents and dreams, and thanks to this show, they can reach them".

"Great!" the woman's fine fingers ran across his chest "Simon? I would like to accompany you tomorrow as well".

Simon was thrilled by that, because normally, Ritchie is a woman very focused on her modeling career, therefore, busy.

"Perfect. Then tomorrow I'll pick you up and we'll go to the airport."

Suz agreed.

"And... what do you tell me about David?" Out of nowhere she asks.

He felt a prick in his heart "David? Well, he's a comedian. I hired him a few years ago."

"And why is he pissing you off all the time? Don't you get tired?" she puffs "it took me an hour to want him to shut up for a year."

Simon clears his throat, uncomfortable "you'll see... I'm used to his humor. Today he was a little more annoying than usual, but that's what people like, you know?"

"And do you like it?" the known globally one didn't answer and she adds "well I see it this way: he's a stupid buffoon who loves the attention of the king, which is you. He loses his coolness, and you... well, gain high ratings"

Cowell didn't feel right about that conversation. He had never liked to participate in such toxic talks, especially if the one being attacked was somebody he appreciated.

"Sure... uh, we're here."

"Thank you for bringing me love, see you tomorrow"

"Good-bye, beautiful."

The couple exchanged a long kiss. She wanted to please him a little more, so she pushed his goddess body against his knowingly. Simon was delighted.

"Have a nice night!"

The model leaves, walking like any sensual lady would do.
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"Well, well, what a long farewell, isn't it?" the young man nudges his sister. Both laughed like the hyenas of the Lion King.

Suzanne emits a sound of irritation. What she had to tolerate for her desires seemed unfair to her "shut up! I must keep him interested in me. I only do what is required."

"Yeah, you suffer a lot. Poor girl"

"It's not my fault the old man knows and does it right" Ritchie let them giggle until they got tired "let's cut to the chase. What do you have for me?"

"We think of everything, sweetie, and we conclude that what you could use is..." she takes out of her purse a small bottle of whiskey "this".

Suzanne almost died of laughter.
The brothers saw each other in confusion.

"Is this a joke? You want me to force him to become so intoxicated that—"

"Wait, it's not that way. It looks like ordinary whiskey, but no... it's better than that!"

"Have you seen the movie "The Shaggy Dog"?" the boy jumped excitedly.

The woman opened her eyes wide, suddenly understanding "are you kidding me? Are you telling me that you invented a magic liquid that comes out in a damn Disney movie?"

"It's not magic. It's science! What you think is insane in a movie may not be so crazy."

They began to explain how they succeeded in creating the metamorphic liquid while Suzzane strokes his temples.

"You just have to drink it and PUUUM, THE VIRUS WILL RUN THROUGH YOUR VENAS, TRANSFORMATION YOU INTO A DOG!"

Only the thunder and lightning were missing for the brothers to be authentic mad scientists.

"Have you nothing else?"

The jaws of the boys fell to the ground "Excuse me?"

"What do I gain by using... that?"

"It's obvious that you don't analyze. You'll get rid of Cowell without getting involved in crimes and stuff. Think about it, he'll be a vulnerable little dog that won't be able to take over his company... that's what you wanted, isn't it?"

"... okay" she inspects the bottle they gave her and frown "wait, in the film the protagonist can be human again".

"We perfect the formula for the virus to persist. You know, it's like a disease: you don't get relief until you take medicine, in this case, the antidote."

"I understand. Thank you, I'll deposit the money in the morning if you don't mind."

She leads them out and the genius leans over the model "a kiss of gratitude?"

"Screw you" Suz closed the door on their faces.