Chapter Four
-Pressing Matters-
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Oh she was good,
Damien acknowledged as his thumb ran sensuously along the line of his bottom
lip as he stared at the door the mystery girl had slammed shut behind her, no
fits, no tantrums, no hysterics even.
But he was a Bass.
And this was New York.
This was his Kingdom.
And he was so much
better.
A wicked smirk,
latching itself to his lips, he leaned over and used the suite phone to dial
reception.
"This is Damien Bass,
a girl is about to leave in a piece of red lingerie from the Waldorf Original
Sinful line, inform security...and Gossip Girl."
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She'd done it. Oh
dear lord, she'd done it, she was shaking like a leaf but she'd , left. Now all
she needed to do was brazen it out of the hotel in the flipping flimsy lingerie
she had on.
Sneaking down the
stairs, so as to avoid the prying eyes of the hotel staff and the many guests,
she clutched the railing peering down every so often.
How freaking high up was that retard's penthouse?
Oh god, what was she
going to do, what if he was right and she had...which was well fine 'or not so
fine if her mum found out...but oh dear lord she really hadn't been labeled the
ice-princess in law school so she could not remember
her first time!
And what about Mohit?
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
This was not how she
had expected her unofficial going-away/engagement party to go'.
And just as she was about
to say that this day couldn't possibly get any worse, she opened the exit door
and walked right into a pair of hulking security guards, backed up by a squad
car.
Irritated she narrowed
her eyes as they each took one arm and snapped "What the..."
"Ma'am, I'm afraid
you're under arrest."
And as if just on cue
the alley exploded with bright camera flashes.
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RM Headquarters, Delhi
"Get on the
phone with the Editor's of every Major New-York daily there is, tell them Arnav
Singh Raizada would take it as a personal
offense if any of the pictures or stories related to this are run. Have PR pay
off the minor tabloids. Other than You, me and our PR head as far as the entire
office is concerned business is going on as usual. Which is the exact same
thing you will tell my wife should she call, no muttering Aman. Tell everyone there's a merger acquisition going on, and
that I demand absolute silence, anyone who talks out of turn is fired." Snapped Arnav, his crisis aversion techniques
coming to him as if in auto-pilot.
Aman, scribbled
furiously as he took notes, swallowing fearfully he prodded ' "Sir, should I make
travel'"
Arnav who was now,
shifting through his files for a specific merger file he had been avoiding the
past few days, straightened and grabbed his coat from behind him, "The chopper,
in ten minutes, at the Sahnay rooftop, I don't want any unnecessary attention
drawn to RM right now, call Vikramjeet and tell him I'm sending Aakash off on a
trip and need to borrow his pad. Also, book a suite at the Empire, and put in a
call to lawyers at Waldorf Designs, tell them we've changed our mind, their
offer has been accepted and RM will represent their line in the Sub-continent
alongside our own designs, with the provision that we have forty percent
non-negotiable ownership on their lines here. Call Chuck Bass and tell him I'd
like to meet him for drinks tonight. What am I missing?" he asked, running a
harried hand through his now silver streaked immaculate locks.
Aman who had never
seen his boss, so agitated, quickly shot a look at his notes before piping up
with a squeaky ' " Sir, Aasha betiyan?"
"Of course." He said,
his eyes narrowed in irritation, "Have her security team remove her discreetly
from ...wait...where is she now?"
Quickly shifting
through his notes once again, Aman read
out '" She's been bailed out of jail, but for reasons unknown seems to be
refusing to leave the precinct."
" Tell head of
security to get her the hell out of there before the press have a field day and
have her moved directly to the Empire as well.. Fully-clothed. And tell her I said she has some explaining to do."
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Bass Household, Upper East
Side, New York.
"Chuck! Your home! Oh
I have the most wonderful news." Fluttered Blair, her already glowing pregnancy
hormones brightened considerably by her trademark Waldorf smile.
Her husband who, had
just had the oddest day, drew her close for a peck on the cheek before making
his way over to the kitchen counter to snag a glass of water, much to his wife's
surprise. "Humphrey's finally decided to stop mooning over you?" he asked
patently.
Blair with her brow
furrowed in consternation merely shook her head, "Since when do you drink water
when you get home?" she asked pointedly.
Chuck who was still
smarting in a bit of shock and
irritation from the sudden, meeting requested
on behalf of Arnav Singh Raizada,
sharp on the heels of his company having accepted the proposal on behalf of his
wife's company, merely shrugged and answered, "I wanted to keep a clear head, I'm
meeting someone for drinks."
"Oh."
"So, good news?" he prodded,
deliberately steering the conversation away from uncharted waters.
Blair who had still
been floundering in a nagging sense of confusion suddenly brightened again ' "Oh!
You are not going to believe this...but...Gossip Girl's back."
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Gossip Girl here.
You're one and only
source into the lives of Manhattan's Elite.
As we all know, the
boring scandal free lives of the Upper East Sider's have had me down for the
past few...oh well let's face it years. Event the kiddies were to busy growing up
immaculately to provide me with some proper fodder.
But just as I was
about to give up and hang up my sleuthing hat, out flew a scandal. Literally.
Who, you may
ask. Well considering how none of you
have been able to give me even a tasty morsel of gossip I'm not so sure I should
tell you.
But kind hearted soul
that I am ' I will say this...the real Game
of Thrones is just about to start.
For now ... let's just
say...I'm back.
XOXO
Gossip Girl
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