She had called Jezebel to ask for money. Since she was the female lead, she was sure her aura will influence the angry Jezebel into giving it to her. She needed money fast and that was her easiest means.
The male leads she wanted would take a bit more wooing and crying before they fall under her pretty white skirt.
She knew that acting pitiful , innocent and Clueless in this novel setting would increase her chances of getting the better more dominant males. She wanted to be pampered like the female lead in the novel.
It never crossed her mind to think why Jezebel who was always by the female lead side in the book the entire time was suddenly absent not following the script.
Bailey though nothing of it and she assumed she was just angry because of her sleeping with Bradley. She'll come back eventually. She mused as she drunk her cappuccino.
The butterfly had fluttered it's wings in the river of time and non of the characters had noticed.
...
Jezebel was looking at the more than ten missed calls from Bailey and laughed. She must be desperate for money.
She could guess that Bailey needed something from her or had gotten her memories back earlier.
...
She turned off her phone and went to sleep. She had already talked to Sean so she didn't have anyone else.
Jezebel was woken up by a knock on the door. She groggy walked to the door opened and Julian came in. "We found a place to buy oil. It's someone I've done business with before. He is one of the biggest supplier of oil ,so do you want to go ?" Julian asked.
Jezebel didn't waste any time, she grabbed the nearest clothes from her suitcase and put it on. Jeans and an oversized black hoodie. She tied her hair into a messy bun and followed Julian out.
Ethan was waiting for them in the car, reading his books again.
They arrived at a high scale restaurant where they were led into a private room on the upper floor. When the door opened and they entered Jezebel was assaulted by the smell, it was not pleasant. The room smelled of expensive cigars, weed, alcohol, sex and women.
Women wearing next to nothing were seated next to each of the men. Most of them were probably massaging them touching those men everywhere. Others sat on their laps.
Some of the men fondled them with no regards to the visitors. She was not surprised as the place was know for it's debouchering .
It was just disgusting to look at . Most of this men were already married and had grown children the age of the women they were holding.
Anyone who entered here was either rich, a sugar baby or an escort. Money was the only thing that talked.
She followed after Julian who was at the front while Ethan was behind her into the large room. They felt more of guards than anything.
They found an empty sofa and sat on it, Jezebel was sat at the middle of them. Most of the women present were staring at both Ethan and Julian, who wouldn't in a room full of men with potbellies.
Jezebel didn't care, if a man can't resist temptation then he is useless. She will throw that thing away fast.
" You must be the Julian, what brings you here?" one of the men who seemed to be the leader said.
He had a huge potbelly. His shirt seemed to be straining in keeping it in.
His eyes passed over Jezebel but stopped after seeing her face, lust flushing over his face. Jezebel noticed this but assumed it, she had been through similar things and she had learnt to assum it as long as the creeps didn't try to get near her.
" I want oil," Julian said.
" Straight to the point as always," the man said with laughter, his eyes still on Jezebel.
" Will you be selling it or not," Julian said his voice a little strained after noticing the man's looking at Jezebel.
" I could sell you the oil at an affordable price, but you have to share a little," he said his voice showing what he wanted.
Before anyone could react, Jezebel had practically flowen across the table, punching him right on the face. Everyone in the room was stunned.
The business man screamed while the girl next to him scrambled out of the way.
" Do you really think am an escort or something? If I don't brake something today..." She said ihat a kneed him directly on the crotch. Everyone flinched .
Ethan came behind Jezebel and scooped her up. She still struggled and managed to break the man's nose before she calmed down.
" You know what Julian, I'll handle the oil myself. Your connection is not going to work on this one," she said she straightened her wrinkled hoodie.
" Julian, where did you get that bitch, if you don't punish her right now. All our business dealing are done," the beat up said man said angrily while holding tissues to his nice.
" You know the Maxwell couple?" Julian said, the man nodded.
" They are dead ," he added.
" This is Jezebel Maxwell, my boss," Julian said ," she's the one paying you. She holds a grudge for long. Just telling you."
They headed out of the room leaving the man shocked.
" So what now, we kind of destroyed our chance. He's the biggest supplier," Julian said with a sign.
Jezebel looked at him with sparkling eyes. Both Ethan and Julian were puzzle as to why she wasn't panicked. They had blown away their only chance of getting oil in the uAE. The man will basically ban most of the people from selling.
And those willing to sell will hike the price up.
" Let's just go, well try Nigeria or something," Julian said as he started to furiously type on his phone. Looking for a way.
" We are going to commit a heist," Jezebel said smiling widely.
" What!"