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</div><br/><div style="text-align: justify"><b><span style="font-size: 12px">“The top one… On the left… No, no, no… The Bugatti one. Yeah, that’s the one. Perfect!!”</span></b><span style="font-size: 12px"> Naeun paraded her pearly-white smile, though she knew it was the sight of her cleavage pressed tight against the counter she was bent over that worked the charm on the poor valet boy down in the lobby of the Yareli City Hall. Nauen knew what she was doing when she put on nothing but a black suit jacket she managed to “borrow” from one of the banquet chairs as her top, only one button keeping the treasures hidden from the valet boy’s sight. All the patrons were too drunk to notice it missing anyway. A quick change in the bathroom and no one would suspect she crashed the event just a minute ago, uninvited.<br/>
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A charity sort of thing was going on like every year. Her daddy used to take her. She was his crown jewel after all, his princess. Always been and got the befitting treatment too. Since Nauen could remember, she got what she set her eyes on and tonight, her eyes were on those Bugatti keys.<br/>
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A disgusting car, really, but Naeun spent her whole life surrounded by riches – designer brands, luxury cars, expensive vacations, you name it – making her develop an eye for them too. It was usually the biggest assholes that needed to flaunt their success in other people’s faces which, by no surprise, made them also think that they were untouchable. She could feel her libido growing just at the thought of her girl teaching them a valuable lesson that night. But there was one more obstacle to it as the valet boy seemed kinda hesitant to hand over the keys.<br/>
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<b>“What? You think I look like I couldn’t be driving such a car?” </b>Naeun lost the friendly demeanor from her facial features and looking the valet dead in the eyes, her lips formed a thin line – a smile that was never good news with her. <b>“It is ok, don’t give them to me. I’ll just get my dad… Mayor Kim… sure you’re gonna trust his words more. Especially if he goes through all the hassle of leaving his distinguished guests and patrons behind just to come here and pick up a car for his little girl because someone thinks it is too good for her. You are right. That’d be much better,” </b>her tone was sweet but laced with venom. Naeun hated going there, using her dad’s name, but the valet boy has made a grave mistake standing between her and the thing she wanted. Not even her dad dared to do such a foolish thing.<br/>
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You could hear the valet boy’s heart drop despite the awful orchestra band thinking it was playing at the Opernball and that is when Naeun knew she got him. And the keys.<br/>
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Proud of her little negotiation, the petite woman was making her way through the garage, the heels of her black Louboutin stilettos clicking against the grey floor. First, she needed to find Luci and then the two lovers could look for the Bugatti together. To cover more ground, Luci would say, but Nauen knew the real reason was keeping her close. She was protective of her that way. Couldn’t blame her, been through a lot of shit for such a short time on this earth. No alarm so far meant Luci was keeping out of trouble. <br/>
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Maybe the white-haired woman spoke too soon. A tall figure towering over her lover made Nauen duck behind the nearest pillar. Male, 30s maybe, cigarette, harness… <i>Harness</i>. And not the good one, not the one Nauen loved to put a show for Luci in. A cop or a security guard. Either way, he meant trouble. How big, she could not tell, but knowing Luci’s temper – shit could go sideways faster than the Bugatti from 0 to 100. <br/>
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<b>“There you are!”</b> she blurted out before she locked her lips with Luci’s. She did not have to add the tongue but Luci tasted as sweet as ever. Though maybe it was just the adrenaline. It sent static down every fiber of her body. And yes, <i>there </i>too. <b>“I am so sorry, honeeeeeey. I knew I said I’d be here in five but the queue to the bathroom was insane. You know how these old women are. They take forever. Thanks for coming to pick me up”</b> Naeun cooed apologetically as she played her act. <b>“Take me home. I want to go home with you”</b> she laced the fingers on both of her hands with Luci’s, even swung them a little as a lovey-dovey couple would after being apart for the night. Her eyes glued to Luci’s caramel orbs, not acknowledging the tall man whatsoever. And did not plan on either.<br/>
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A security guard or a cop, either way, a waste of her time. If she did not want to look suspicious of course. You see, for a rich person, a security guard was just way too below to make any effort for, and a cop? Those were expandable. There were so many corrupt motherfuckers that they kept being killed off on a daily basis. There was always some new motherfucker in town each day. Hence, Naeun could not even bother to learn their names. The tall guy next to her? No exception. For being the shortest one in the room, Naeun sure did not scare easily.<br/>
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