La Revanche des Trois (The Revenge of Three) Chapter 8 #nanowrimo.org #WIP wc 15602

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Synopsis:

3 Friends and one finds herself extremely unhappy as she realizes her friends are using her.

Yet revenge isn’t as sweet as she thought it would be when she falls for her friend’s boyfriend and then ruins another marriage.

Chapter 8

            Lauren’s apartment was over in the Woodbridge area. Stefanie remembered her bragging about her new apartment for days after she’d moved into there two years ago and how difficult it had been to get a place there. Stefanie sickeningly recalled how Lauren constantly boasted how her furniture and accessories were imported, very expensive or one of a kind; Sometimes they would be all three.

            Since she already knew the code to get in, she utilized her access and went straight up to Lauren’s apartment.

            The dry cleaning bill was over a thousand dollars. Lauren had been sending clothes over there and making the guy put it on “her tab,” until finally the guy was withholding the clothes until her tab was paid.

            Stefanie knew this was why Lauren needed her to pick up the clothes, because she didn’t want to pay for the amount -Just something else to gnaw at Stefanie’s gut and make her ill about this whole situation.

            Instead of getting the hidden key from atop the doorframe, she decided to knock.

            Lauren swung open the door as if she was expecting someone else, but then her shoulders slump in disappointment when she realized it was Stefanie.

            “You didn’t see Dex down there, did you?” she asked hopefully.

            The fact that she didn’t even greet her irked the hell out of Stefanie. “No, I didn’t. Why would you tell some strange guy where you live?”

            “Dex is not a stranger.” She smiled triumphantly and swirled a synthetic piece of hair. “I’m really starting to think he is going to be the next Mr. Lauren. No, let me correct that, I know he is. He’s just wonderful upon wonderful, Stefanie,” she gloated musically.

            Stefanie was feeling ill by the moment. Rudely, she dumped the clothes in Lauren’s arms and then let herself into the apartment. “Were you expecting guests?”

            Lauren gaped at the load in her arms and had to stumble back from the weight of the clothes.

            “Please come in,” Lauren mocked as if she invited Stefanie in.

            Immediately walking into the apartment, Stefanie noticed that exorbitant furniture and art around Lauren’s apartment was missing. Everything else was in boxes or stacked up in odd places. The only thing not packed was Lauren’s glass desk with her computer. There was paperwork spread out everywhere even worse than Stefanie’s desk, but she had never known Lauren to be disorganized.

            Stefanie bravely faced Lauren and produced the bill to the dry cleaning. “Can you write me out a check for this amount, please?”

            Lauren pushed the bill away as if Stefanie’s hand was an annoying fly. “As if you’re in dire need of it.”

            “It’s just that I don’t want any more outstanding debt with you, Lauren.”

            Narrowing her beady brown eyes making her artificial eyelids look even longer. “What’s that supposed mean?”

            This was the perfect segue to what she wanted to speak to Lauren about. “I mean you can’t forget you owe me for the large amount you borrowed from me.”

            “Your stupid computer job not working out for you anymore, Stefanie? You’re struggling for money like real people?”

            “It’s not that, Lauren. My business is fine, but I’m tired of paying for things that I’m not responsible for-“

            Lauren cut her off, “Does this have to do with your stupid new accountant? You actually think I care what he thinks? This isn’t about him! This is about our friendship and friends don’t go around begging for their money back.” She suddenly calmed down and smiled. “You know I’m good for it. I’ve got orders coming in all the time, I’ll pay you back.”

            Before now, Stefanie would have be placated by this answer and left the subject alone, but she knew in three weeks Kenneth Bianchi was going to come back in town and start badgering her about this whole money mess.

            No she didn’t need the money or a real promissory. She wasn’t financially struggling, but it was just the principal and what Jezica said.

            “So why didn’t you get in touch with me when the loan payments were due if you were going to pay the money back?”

            Lauren coolly shrugged, “Because I was busy! Building a business is no joke, Stefanie. You should know that or since you got money thrown at you all the time, you have it real easy, but people with real talent need to work hard and you wouldn’t know anything about that.”

            She tightened her fist really wanting to smack the taste out of Lauren’s mouth, but decided it wasn’t worth the fight right now and maybe this was just a ploy to deter her from asking more about the money. Instead of getting angry, she said, “Business and friendship never mix. Even you have said that, Lauren, so when I come to you to honor a signed contract about money you borrowed for your business, putting our friendship between us because you didn’t honor the contract is not right.”

            Lauren’s jaw tightened, but that fake smile increased. “You’re so right, Stefanie. So how about you give me a couple of months and I’ll see what I can do.”

            Time was a factor in this situation and Stefanie knew Kennth Bianchi was not going to take that with nothing signed in stone. When he came back, he would press for a more legal way to get the matter. “How about you check your books and at least give me something by next Friday as a way to show my accountant you really intend to pay. Half of the payment owed until now?”

            “How about -” Lauren stopped what she was going to say and bit her lip. “Yeah, sure, this Friday. That’s really no problem.”

            “Of course it shouldn’t, Lauren. I mean with orders just pouring in, you shouldn’t have any problems at all,” Stefanie said simply and put the bill on Lauren’s desk. “Do you think you could write me a check for this now.”

            “But I thought-” she stopped herself again. “Yeah, sure.” Going behind the desk, she took out her checkbook and wrote a check quickly.

            While she was writing the check, Stefanie looked around the apartment still noticing how empty everything looked. Casually she asked, “What’s going on with your place and where’s all your stuff?”

            Huffing, Lauren passed the check to Stefanie. “It’s really none of your business, but if you must know, a prepared mind is favored by chance. It’s chance I met Dex and it’s chance we’re going to be married.”

            “You just met him!”

            Lauren came around the desk folding her arms around the desk, shooting her beady eyes at Stefeanie as if they were invisible daggers. “When people know they’re in love they know what they want, but of course you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”

            “You don’t know if I’ve been in love,” she said defensively.

            Cackling, Lauren snipped, “You would have told the world, Stefanie trust me. Remember I’ve known you since high school. I know where you came from and what you went home to.”

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            Lauren’s apartment was over in the Woodbridge area. Stefanie remembered her bragging about her new apartment for days after she’d moved into there two years ago and how difficult it had been to get a place there.

            Since she already knew the code to get in, she utilized her access and went straight up to Lauren’s apartment.

            The dry cleaning bill was over a thousand dollars. Lauren had been sending clothes over there and making the guy put it on “her tab,” until finally the guy was withholding the clothes until her tab was paid.

            Stefanie knew this was why Lauren needed her to pick up the clothes, because she didn’t want to pay for the amount -Just something else to gnaw at Stefanie’s gut and make her ill about this whole situation.

            Instead of getting the hidden key  from atop the door frame, she decided to knock.

            Lauren swung open the door as if she was expecting someone else, but then her shoulders slump in disappointment when she realized it was Stefanie.

            “You didn’t see Dex down there, did you?” she asked hopefully.

            The fact that she didn’t even greet her irked the hell out of Stefanie. “No, I didn’t. Why would you tell some strange guy where you live?”

            “Dex is not a stranger.” She smiled triumphantly and swirled a synthetic piece of hair. “I’m really starting to think he is going to be the next Mr. Lauren.”

            Stefanie was feeling ill by the moment. Rudely, she dumped the clothes in Lauren’s lamp and then let herself into the apartment. “Whare you expecting guest?”

            Lauren gaped at the load in her arms and had to stumble back from the weight of the clothes.

            “Please come in,” Lauren mocked as if she invited Stefanie in.

            Immediately walking into the apartment, Stefanie noticed that exorbitant furniture and art around Lauren’s apartment was missing. Everything else was in boxes or stacked up in odd places. The only thing not packed was Lauren’s glass desk with her computer. There was paperwork spread out everywhere even worse than Stefanie’s desk, but she had never known Lauren to be disorganized.

            Stefanie bravely faced Lauren and produced the bill to the dry cleaning. “Can you write me out a check for this amount, please?”

            Lauren pushed the bill away as if Stefanie’s hand was an annoying fly. “As if you’re in dire need of it.”

            “It’s just that I don’t want any more outstanding debt with you, Lauren.”

            Narrowing her beady brown eyes making her artificial eyelids look even longer. “What’s that supposed mean?”

            This was the perfect segue to what she wanted to speak to Lauren about. “I mean you can’t forget you owe me for the large amount you borrowed from me.”

            “Your stupid computer job not working out for you anymore, Stefanie? You’re struggling for money like real people?”

            “It’s not that, Lauren. My business is fine, but I’m tired of paying for things that I’m not responsible for-“

            Lauren cut her off, “Does this have to do with your stupid new accountant? You actually think I care what he thinks? This isn’t about him! This is about our friendship and friends don’t go around begging for their money back.” She suddenly calmed down and smiled. “You know I’m good for it. I’ve got orders coming in all the time, I’ll pay you back.”

            Before now, Stefanie would have be placated by this answer and left the subject alone, but she knew in three weeks Kenneth Bianchi was going to come back in town and start badgering her about this whole money mess.

            No she didn’t need the money. She wasn’t financially struggling, but it was just the principal and what Jezica said.

            “So why didn’t you get in touch with me when the loan payments were due?”

            Lauren coolly shrugged, “Because I was busy! Building a business is no joke, Stefanie. You should know that or since you got money thrown at you all the time, you have it real easy, but people with real talent need to work hard and you wouldn’t know anything about that.”

            She tightened her fist really wanting to smack the taste out of Lauren’s mouth, but decided it wasn’t worth the fight right now and maybe this was just a ploy to deter her from asking more about the money. Instead of getting angry, she said, “Business and friendship never mix. Even you have said that, Lauren, so when I come to you to honor a signed contract about money you borrowed for your business, putting our friendship between us because you didn’t honor the contract is not right.”

            Lauren’s jaw tightened, but that fake smile increased. “You’re so right, Stefanie. So how about you give mea couple of months and I’ll see what I can do.”

            Time was a factor in this situation and Stefanie knew Kennth Bianchi was not going to take that with nothing signed in stone. When he came back, he would press for a more legal way to get the matter. “How about you check your books and at least give me something by next Friday as a way to show my accountant you really intend to pay. Half of the payment owed until now?”

            “How about -” Lauren stopped what she was going to say and bit her lip. “Yeah, sure, this Friday. That’s really no problem.”

            “Of course it shouldn’t, Lauren. I mean with orders just pouring you shouldn’t have any problems at all,” Stefanie said simply and put the bill on Lauren’s desk. “Do you think though you could write me a check for this now.”

            “But I thought-” she stopped herself again. “Yeah, sure.” Going behind the desk, she took out her checkbook and wrote a check quickly.

            While she was writing the check, Stefanie looked around the apartment still noticing how empty everything looked. Casually she asked, “What’s going on with your place and where’s all your stuff?”

            Huffing, Lauren passed the check to Stefanie. “It’s really none of your business, but if you must know, a prepared mind is favored by chance. It’s chance I met Dex and it’s chance we’re going to be married.”

            “You just met him!”

            Lauren came around the desk folding her arms around the desk, shooting her beady eyes at Stefeanie as if they were invisible daggers. “When people know they’re in love they know what they want, but of course you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”

            “You don’t know if I’ve been in love,” she said defensively.

            Cackling, Lauren snipped, “You would have told the world, Stefanie trust me. Remember I’ve know you since high school. I know where you came from and what you went home to.”

            Stefanie looked away feeling the tightness in her chest.

            Sighing whimsically, Lauren continued as she picked up the jacket that gorgeous guy had been wearing that night. “Dex and I are two like minded people who should be together. We knew that from the moment we danced together. I know you were watching.” Narrowing her eyes suspiciously and noted, “Although you have been acting funny and looking strange.”

            Touching her face as if she had something on her face, Stefanie asked, “What’s wrong with my face?”

            “It’s the same as the club. Like… ” Lauren frowned with her eyes still severely narrowed. “Are you sick?”

            “No! I feel fine, Lauren.”

            Lauren looked skeptical. “You sure? When was the last time you went to a doctor?”

            “I had an annual exam recently,” Stefanie answered quickly. “I’m fine.”

            Snapping her fingers abruptly, Lauren said, “I know! Oh my gawd, I can’t believe I remembered?”
“What?” Stefanie asked.

            “Your mother! It’s your mother’s anniversary of her death. Like a couple of days ago, right?”

            Stefanie realized she had forgotten all about her mother’s anniversary which was on the same night when she first been with her mysterious stranger. Usually she would go to the cemetery and lay flowers on her mother’s grave site at midnight, but this year the encounter with the stranger must have made her forget.

            “I remembered that’s why Jezica said that’s why you left the club so quickly,” Lauren said. “Damn, I remember how vicious she treated you.” Shaking her head pitifully, “I see why you struggled so much to be smart.” Imitating Stefanie’s mother using a nasal voice with a lisp, Lauren screeched, “You ain’t never gonna learn shit in ‘dem books, Tepanie! Get you a job, so we can have some food.” Lauren cackled again outrageously.

           Quickly changing the subject not wanting to speak about her mother with Lauren, Stefanie asked, “How’d you get his jacket?”

            “It’s obvious,” Lauren said with a wicked smile. “But no guy has deliberately left his clothes at your place. It must be tough always being our sloppy seconds, right, Stefanie?”

            The pain of those words and all her encounters before meeting Treasure’s stranger were just like that.

            Stefanie knew she’d lose it if she stayed there any longer. “I’ll send a messenger for the check, Friday,” she said stiffly trying to keep her composure.

            “No bother. I can have my own messenger service drop it off. Dexter and I are going on his boat for an overnight so I don’t want to be waiting around for you.”

            Stefanie made her way out of the apartment and looked down at the check in the elevator. Something in her gut told her she needed to get the bank as soon as possible.

            Glad to be back in her car, she lit up a cigarette as soon as she started taking off.

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6 thoughts on “La Revanche des Trois (The Revenge of Three) Chapter 8 #nanowrimo.org #WIP wc 15602

  1. excuse my language but ughhhh that b$#*#……so selfish and ignorant…i hope steph follows through……real talk….more please

  2. Stefanie’s “feet of clay” are firming up -FINALLY!
    I’m betting her accountant is the MYSTERY LOVER!

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