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luke: you don't need to thank me for proving your dad is a sleaze i actually enjoy seeing men of power being brought down a size
zoƫ: to the leader of the whole ring. he's got to have some answers as to who's trying to blackmail me. that is, once i find a way to get in contact..
zoƫ: just because he invested in some high priced escorts does not make him a sleaze. a crooked businessman, sure. but i promise you he wouldn't be in on anything too grimy.
zoƫ: so i'm sorry for being weird and storming out the other day, i know i said i could handle it. ...but now that i've had an opportunity to let this all sink in, i think i know where to go from here.
Hotel service has been excellent these past few days. Iām not sure at all where to start with any of this, but starting my days with a scone has definitely helped.
Now itās what happens after I check out of this room that I have to worry about. Thereās only a matter of time before my dad finds out that I didnāt actually go to Paris. And when he does Iāll have to deal with that. But as for everyone else, Iād almost just rather keep that little tidbit to myself. After all, the less people that know Iām in town--the better.
I donāt know why Iāve been sitting idle for almost a week now, when clearly thereās someone blackmailing my family to the other side of the country. Tomorrow Iāll figure out a Point A. Tonight, Iāll catch up on sleep.
NOTES ā ZoĆ« prepares to board the plane to leave the city, but not without receiving answers including the real reason as to why sheās being forced out.
To Zoƫ Rivas there was nothing quite like the freedom of adulthood. Or at least the freedom she expected of it. It explained her relentlessness to cast what was left of her youth to it's plight. And with her seventeenth birthday fast approaching she was more determined than ever to function as a complete and independent adult.
Especially in this moment. As she sat stiffly in the backseat of a driverās car--waiting to be taken to a plane on which would she be flown out to an uninviting Parisian loft and an even more frigid mother. If she were just a year older she would be more apt to deny her fatherās impromptu trip to Valentina, but at a mere and minute almost seventeen, there was little she could do.
āThis you, miss?ā A voice called from the front, evoking little response from ZoĆ« as she approached the ramp to a small jet her father chartered for the flight to Europe. At the very least, he sent her out in good fashion. The brunette grasped onto the only two things in her lap, a classic Chanel mini, and a letter her father had written her just moments before she sent him off with a crabby departure and thoughts of him gallivanting around Calgary with his latest distasteful conquest. On it in small and crisp font it read: Do Not Open Until Youāre On The Plane. He knew better than to address her in large, obnoxious, bold lettering if he expected her to take any real heed. For a long while, it had been all she could stare at.Ā
The girl inhaled deeply, her thoughts going to her life here in Toronto as she stepped out of the vehicle and onto the paved runway. She thought about everything that she was leaving behind, the goodbyes sheād said, and even more so considered how things would be upon her return. Sunglasses clad, she turned from the June sun steady climbing the mid morning sky and toward the pilot standing idle outside of the jet.Ā āMiss Rivasā he grinned, greeting her with a tip of his hat.Ā ZoĆ« gave a small smile in return, watching the male board the aircraft while a part of the crew loaded the remainder of her luggage onto it. She exhaled, still grappling with her departure--even with one foot propped on the stairwell that lead to her plane. It was because she was aware of her own impulsivity, her immediate and oftentimes biting intuition. It had gotten her in many tight binds, but it was also often the thing that managed to save her.
Her thoughts came back to the letter in her hands, still white and smelling slightly of a menās cologne and single malt. The brunette clutched at it, glancing between the door of the aircraft and the letter before deciding finally to rip it open.
A single piece of paper fell to the ground.
Zoƫ,
I know that thereās a lot that you donāt understand about my abrupt departure. Or yours. It was not my intention to uproot you completely but understand that it was a decision I would not have made if I hadnāt felt us both in danger.
I trust you with this information because Iām sure itās something that you can handle maturely and discreetly. However, there is someone in Toronto threatening me and automatically I fear for your safety as well. I was presented with an ultimatum that either I leave the city and all of my affairs there or suffer a number of things that could potentially harm our family, including having me sent to prison.
Ā Iāve placed our Toronto home on the market. All of your things will be shipped to you and your mother in Paris. I also think you should understand that itās still best that you and I not see one another until the end of this summer, when I can be sure that all of this has ended.
You using the word dominate? Yeah, that makes me worry. I donāt see why you couldnāt give it a shot, itās not like you could screw up any worse than olā Arch Simpson. Geez, I appreciate it. Maybe Iāll be a little less chaotic since youāre turning the blind eye or whatever ā just maybe. So you think itās some big conspiracy against you? You could be rightā¦ or you could be really paranoid. Heās trying to make you leave by Friday?
Very true. But I know I could only deal with all of this adolescent rebellion and teenage hormones for so long before Iād go insane too. How gracious. But donāt tone it down for my sake.Ā Ā It wouldnāt be very Zig of you. I donāt know, could be. But my intuition is usually pretty spot on. And if thereās one thing Iāve learned to do this past year--itās trust my gut. Mhm. Bright and early.
lola: i don't know, zoe. i guess we just grew apart.. like, i totally don't hate you or anything, but i just feel like we aren't as close anymore. oh, well, i'm sorry about that. but hopefully things will get better. you're welcome.
lola: yeah.
zoƫ: because you stopped answering my text messages or wanting to hang out with me. i know you were upset when frankie and i first started hanging out, but i told you she couldn't replace you. i never even thought about replacing you. lo, i just feel like this didn't have to happen. but i don't hate you either. is it because of panther prowl? look, i know you didn't want to do it and i'm sorry it ended up the way it did. are you okay with that? with us not being friends anymore?
You mean thereās something you donāt want to control? Youāre really ruining your reputation with me here. Fine, but donāt go whining or complaining when Iām actually doing the wreaking ācause Iāll blame you for this moment. Sorry, guess Iām just really missing the point hereā¦ You are persistent. I call it annoying, but stillā¦ If you donāt wanna go, stop worrying about pissing people off and just stand up for yourself. I mean, if you want to. I donāt really care.
Donāt worry. Thereās still plenty that I plan to dominate. But having to take over official operations of a community high school, hard pass. Even if Principal Rivas has a nice ring to it. You know full well that Iāll probably complain anyway. But maybe now Iāll turn a blind eye every once in a while. I know that youāre right. And I know that I canāt let anyone else control what happens to me. But I just feel like thereās something else going on. Like thereās a reason heās trying so hard to get me to leave beyond what heās telling me. I donāt know, but I need to figure it all out before Friday. Right. Of course not.
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