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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 26, 2009 21:58:55 GMT -5
*Reluctantly, he pulled back and sighed. Holding her to him with one hand, he reached into his pocket with the other and took out his phone. He laid back down and answered it.*
"This better be important, Allen," *he said dryly.*
"It wouldn't call you if it weren't."
"What's going on?"
"Bass Industries' stock just plummeted fifty two and a half points."
"What?" *he yelled.*
"It gets worse. My sources say that Jack Bass is trying to liquidate your shares on the grounds that you're probably dead."
*Chuck clenched his teeth, the muscles on his jaw flexing. He felt like punching a hole in the wall.*
*Completely fixated on his anger and the phone call, he pushed Adrienne off and got up.*
"He liquidates my shares, he severs all ties I have with my father's company. Do not let it happen."
"I'll see what I can do."
*He hung up but kept the phone in his hands. His grip was disturbingly tight.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 26, 2009 22:10:51 GMT -5
"... you're going to crush that phone, and I don't think you're going to be able to replace it here." *She said gently, standing and brushing off her skirts. The mood was sort of gone, so there wasn't too much danger of her assaulting him.* "Bad news?"
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 26, 2009 22:19:00 GMT -5
*He shoved the phone back into his pocket.*
"Bass Industries is going down the tubes," *he said quietly, doing his best to keep calm.* "And from what Jack Ass is doing, I think he's trying to have me declared dead so he can liquidate my shares."
*The cool demeanor suddenly disappeared and he kicked one of the boxes with a considerable amount of force.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 26, 2009 22:25:39 GMT -5
*Adrienne thought for a moment, opened her mouth as if to speak, closed it, then thought a little more.*
"What you need to do is make a statement. Something that makes it obvious you're not dead. Preferably something in New York. After that, return to France, take as long as you need building up your own company and staying in contact with the Bass Industries board, and when you think it's prudent to make a move, do so."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 26, 2009 22:36:51 GMT -5
*A few moments passed. Then...*
"Victrola..." *was all he said.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 26, 2009 22:37:53 GMT -5
"I don't think you're talking about a phonograph." *She said, raising an eyebrow.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 26, 2009 22:47:33 GMT -5
*His eyes snapped back to her.*
"It was a burlesque club I used to own back home. Aside from the scarf that I seem to have misplaced, it was my signature," *he explained.* "I sold it months ago to help a friend but if I buy it back... they'll all know."
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 26, 2009 22:49:07 GMT -5
*She nodded, turning it all over in her head.*
"Buy the club back, throw a giant party, attend a few other functions, get your face in the newspapers... then nobody can say you're dead. Then it's safe to drop off the face of the Earth again to plan the hostile takeover, etc."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 26, 2009 22:58:14 GMT -5
"I want to see the look on my uncle's face when it happens," *he said slowly, his anger still very much present.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 26, 2009 22:59:46 GMT -5
*She nodded.* "Which is exactly why you have to show up in..."
*But then she sneezed.*
"Okay; time to go back to where things are dusted." *She moved towards the ladder.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 27, 2009 0:19:40 GMT -5
*With his jaw tightly clenched again, he quickly descended the stairs.*
*It didn't matter how long it was going to take: he was getting his father's company back even if it was going to be the last thing he ever did.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 27, 2009 15:59:08 GMT -5
*She managed to get herself down and not flash anything above the knee, with a mind to go read something in the sitting room until he cooled down.*
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