ugly-anastasia:
can you spare some change | open
“Designer” handbag. Right. So Eloise’s henchmen couldn’t even tell the difference between a real LV and a knockoff one from Camden Market! So embarrassing for her.
She opened her mouth to say so, and then shut it. This was exactly what they wanted from her. To admit all of her secrets!
“Don’t play stupid with me,” Annie hissed. “I know exactly what game you’re playing here. I’ve seen you around here before, too. Watching me.” Well, not specifically, but if Annie really wracked her brains… he definitely seemed familiar. “Spare change my ass. How much is she paying you, huh?”
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Come to think of it, maybe Sid wasn’t hungry at all. Starving definitely seemed like a better idea than talking to this crazy person any longer than he had to.
But...
“Who?” he asked, a smirk on his face. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” But he made it seem like he maybe did. That way maybe this stupid lady would tell him who was supposed to be paying him to spy on her. Maybe then he could go find that person--get them to really pay him. Or.
“Unless your compensation is better. Then I might know a little something about her.”

















