Excelsior

Chapter 7: The blackmail

While fair ladies like Miss Fischer follow the safe path to get what they want using their graced physique, there are other type of vicious residents in the city using more than beauty and youth. These ambitious beings were not satisfied with the thought of getting a rich man; rather, they played all by themselves. The bad thing about this technique, is that it is the longest way to get easy money.

As Mrs. Lowell could tell, who was returning to her apartment in downtown. There were numerous rumours around her saying that she gets in life thanks to a scandal involving her, the prominent Mr. Du Pont, and her youngest daughter, with whom she had spent recklessly that day.

"Stay in the living room," the matriarch ordered, leaving the shopping bags in the hall table, "darling. Do not go upstairs, ok?"

The Young girl nodded and her mother went upstairs. The corridor was dar, quiet; the walls were battered with some scratches in the tapestry that the Lowells did not seem to mind.

"Gotcha!" the woman yelled satisfied as she entered one of the bedrooms.

The sheets were moving as two figures parted away and rose from the bed. One of them was that of a young blonde; and the other was a tall man, a few extra pounds and black hairs on his chest who uncomfortably covered his naked body.

"Well, well, well," the woman said with a malicious smile, "what a pleasant surprise finding you here, Mr. Wilson."

"Selma?"

"I cannot wait to show the tape to the police of you having a good time with an underage girl."

"Underage?!" he yelled as he stared at the girl. "You told me you were eighteen."

"She told you want you wanted to hear." Her voice was low-pitched, elgant. "Anyways, as if that concerned you or your circle... what would Mrs. Wilson think?" she brought her hand up to her jaw, displaying a plain gold bracelet.

"No, please," he looked at both women, "do not tell Laura."

"You are a wise businessman, so we can reach a deal... a check would buy our silence, wouldn't it, darling?"

Mr. Wilson laughed before picking up his trousers.

"What on earth are you doing?!" Mrs. Lowell exclaimed while putting her hands down.

"You will give me that tape, and we all will forget what just happened, ok?"

His weapon targeted Selma's head.

"Put it down!" Sarah yelled, targeting at Mr. Wilson.

Selma smiled.

"Do you really think that, after so many threats, I wouldn't seek some protection?"

Mr. Wilson dropped the gun and raised his hands.

"Rape and attempt of murder. Our silence will cost you more!"

Mr. Wilson laughed again.

"If you release the tape, it will be shown how you used your own daughter to do this, and how you extort me, which is a crime."

"You are not wrong. Yet, with the tape under my control, I can only show what fits us better. You, on the other hand, will disappear from the business scene while we will get a juicy check from the media outlets. You offer must be very generous if you want to avoid the scandal. Now give me the gun!"

"How are we going to justify a big transaction?"

"Don't fool me. We will discuss the details tonight."

Mr. Wilson shoved the gun away with his foot, and wrote a check. Twenty thousand dollars. Mrs. Lowell accepted the paper with hungry eyes, and went downstairs with her daughter to bid farewell to their guest. Catherine saw them and came closer, observing the guest from head to toe.

"It was certainly a pleasure doing business with you Mr. Wilson." Selma said. "I cannot wait to see you again."

Mr. Wilson rolled his eyes and did not bother to say anything.

"We will keep the gun."

Mrs. Lowell smirked at her daughters, watching with satisfaction as the man passed through the portal. Her daughters waved.

"Well girls, tell Portia not to cook today. We will go out to dinner!"

The girls laughed and Selma went to the dining room, while looking at the check. She stared at it for a moment, while her daughters watched her and wondered what was happening to their beloved mother.

"It is what it is." Selma whispered in a weak tone. She wiped her tears away and stood up with the check. "Come on, my girls. We have to celebrate!"

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