THE DEVIL'S DUE
“Anyway, just like she told me, I'll tell you. Take her out on a date or something. Maybe to a restaurant that has a hotel. Start the day by sending her flowers. You know, romantic shit like that.”
I couldn't believe my ears. No way, Mr fuck bitches was telling me about romance.
Yeah, Mia had to be the one to put ideas like that into his head.
“You think that would work? I can't even get her to talk to me.”
“Man, send her a text. Or a note with the flowers, including the address. Get Gerald to dress her up. A driver would bring her to you, or you drive. Just something like that.”
“Hmmm,” I reclined into my seat properly, and gave his advice some moment of thought. “What about her sister?”
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