Don't Play With Fire

Chapter Eleven

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I leaned against the rails as I watched the waves crash on the shore, palm trees waving and birds chirping. So this was Los Angeles.

"I can't believe we're here. This is- it's unreal." I smiled to myself as Juno's voice echoed from behind me, the sound of the bed springs drifting into my ears.

Yeah, I decided to bring June simply for the fact that I knew she was spending a lot of time with my parents. And I knew that was great but even they would need a break from mini me. And also she said that if I went to California without her, she'd turn me in herself. So.. here we were.

I looked down at the unlit cigarette in my hand before tossing it over the edge and watching it descend, then I walked back into the room. "You're here to work, you know?" I said and she stopped jumping as she looked at me with wide eyes. "Yep, grab my binder, let's get to work."

"Fine." She grabbed my binder from the backpack before dropping onto the bed. "Who are these people?"

"All the celebrities going to the Oscars." I grabbed a tennis ball from my bag and tossed it up, catching it repeatedly. Throwing shit was my focus mechanism for some reason.

"Ross is a genius." She mumbled and I nodded in agreement. "So, what am I doing?"

"Read the names to me and their net worth please." Pacing slowly, she started to read names and I directed her to either mark it or flip it.

"Johnny Depp, two hundred million?"

"Nah, he's already got enough shit going on with that one chick." I bounced the ball and shook my head. "Flip it."

"Um, Sandra Bullock?" I gave her a look and she giggled. "Come on, how funny would that be? Ocean get Ocean-ed."

"Flip." I said with a shake of my head. "We need someone with a big bank account and someone luxurious. That means big spending in their account wouldn't be a cause for concern until we were long gone." Juno nodded softly, flipping through the book before stopping, a smile growing on her lips. "What is it?"

She turned the book around and I clasped my hands, nodding. "Oh you're a little genius." I grabbed a red marker and drew a big circle over the picture. "I raised you well." I added with a wink.

"I think in society's standard you're actually raising me terribly. But who cares about society? It's twenty twenty."

"Exactly." I picked up the binder and nodded as I already could run the plan in my head. "This is going to be perfect.

Later that day

"No way." Ross said with wide eyes as I dropped the binder onto the table in Martin's suite where I talked with the boys, Cindy nowhere to be seen. "I love that guy."

"Yeah me too, I don't wanna rob him." Carter said with a frown. "Have you seen Jumanji? Shits hilarious."

I shook my head at the boys before opening the binder and flipping through to my notes. "He's worth two hundred million dollars. And we don't even need to drain his bank account." They didn't look convinced. "Okay look. Kim Kardashian got robbed for nine million dollars in two thousand sixteen. That same year, she made fifty one million." I kept going even though I could see their shells break. "Rihanna was robbed in two thousand eighteen and that same year, she became the highest paid female musician."