Darlene wiggled her brows at John and his observation that she had hidden depths to her. “Like you don’t even know.” The words were followed by a playful sort of wink, something that the polar opposite of the uncaring bitchy attitude that she had been giving him only a short time before — Darlene was an ever changing woman, once someone thought they understood any part of her, she threw an entirely new angle at them. It kept people on their toes around her, and kept anyone from actually getting through to what was the real her. Most things were all an elaborate act of pageantry and drama with her, Elliot being one of the few people that she dropped her walls around, and even that felt difficult at times when she would remember that at one point he had completely forgotten there was any familial connection between them.
“Sweet, so I’ll order us some Greek. I’m craving some Baklava right now, I could probably eat the entire place out of it. This guy has got some serious cash, so I might as well just had them deliver the entire menu, right?” She laughed, scrolling through the list of entrees on her phone, trying to decide what to have delivered. The scariest part about the statement that left Darlene’s lips was that she was just crazy enough to do it —this guy in question may not have wronged her in any way, but that wouldn’t have been a thought that stopped her from milking every last cent from his checking and savings. In the grand scheme of it all, he worked for the corporation that they were in the middle of bringing down, so he was a part of the problem. A little pawn in the chess match and the only way to win was to collect all of them before attacking the Queen herself.
She’d checked him out, too. Dug deeper and discovered that he was the kind of scummy guy with a wife and kids, who was faking his identity on thousands of dating sites just for the chance to get laid. She was doing a public service by clearing out his bank account, guys like him deserved it as far as Darlene was concerned.
“And I brought you a present, too." She grinned deviously at the screen of her phone as Elliot occupied himself with his computer. “So, stop staring at me like you hate me or something, because I promise that you’ll like it. All these rich fucks have a lot nicer things than giant account balances, you know."
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“Sweet, so I’ll order us some Greek. I’m craving some Baklava right now, I could probably eat the entire place out of it. This guy has got some serious cash, so I might as well just had them deliver the entire menu, right?” She laughed, scrolling through the list of entrees on her phone, trying to decide what to have delivered. The scariest part about the statement that left Darlene’s lips was that she was just crazy enough to do it —this guy in question may not have wronged her in any way, but that wouldn’t have been a thought that stopped her from milking every last cent from his checking and savings. In the grand scheme of it all, he worked for the corporation that they were in the middle of bringing down, so he was a part of the problem. A little pawn in the chess match and the only way to win was to collect all of them before attacking the Queen herself.
She’d checked him out, too. Dug deeper and discovered that he was the kind of scummy guy with a wife and kids, who was faking his identity on thousands of dating sites just for the chance to get laid. She was doing a public service by clearing out his bank account, guys like him deserved it as far as Darlene was concerned.
“And I brought you a present, too." She grinned deviously at the screen of her phone as Elliot occupied himself with his computer. “So, stop staring at me like you hate me or something, because I promise that you’ll like it. All these rich fucks have a lot nicer things than giant account balances, you know."