Everything happened so fast. One moment she was being pressed down against Jack's desk, his mouth all over hers, his hands up her sides and zooming dangerously for her chest, and then the next thing she knew someone had rushed in and thrown him off! How heroic! She had expected maybe a cleaning person to shake their head and keep walking and then she'd be stuck trying to wiggle out of this (probably literally) on her own! But no, an actual hero! Amazing!<br/><br/>She gasped and stood up, straightening her dress and turning to see who she had to think. She blinked several times. The driver! Sandi's driver had saved her, but then where was, ah there she was, stepping in all strong and confident like the amazing woman she was! Veronika wasn't sure which of them she loved more in that moment, and the look on her face as she beamed at them showed.<br/><br/>But she still worried she would scare off Sandi if she showed too much affection, good American girl that she was, and conveniently Trevor was standing nearer to her anyway. He'd practically thrown Jack off of her, and the director had staggered several steps back against the far wall, leaving the two of them rather close.<br/><br/>"Oh Mister Driver!" She gushed, throwing her arms around Trevor like the damsel in distress she had practiced to be so many times in preparation for a scene that was cut! "Thank you so much you've saved me you - " She didn't finish her sentence and just kissed his lips in gratitude! The sort of kiss a hero deserved, pressing her bikini-ready curves into him happily as let the kiss linger for perhaps a moment longer than she should before she pulled away.<br/><br/>She could tell he had been shocked, and couldn't help but smile just a little as she pulled back, proud of herself for startling such a man. Even in her not-short heels he still was a good few inches taller than her and his arms were more than three times as thick around. Quite the man! She hoped Sandi took advantage of his services! Oh no! Would Sandi be upset that she'd kissed her servant without asking? Uh oh! She glanced the seamstress's way quickly.<br/><br/>But before she could gauge the temperature of her best friend four rather rough men walked into the room! Unlike the lummox at the cafe earlier, or Jack, these men looked mean and capable. Like they may be a match for Trevor just one on one, let alone all four. Uh oh. She'd never seen these guys before in her life but she realized quickly as they started talking that Jack had meant for them to...to...to...WHAT?!??!<br/><br/>She gasped and put her hands on her hips staring at the sniveling director. "You WHAT?!??" She screamed outloud, for once her inner and outer thoughts perfectly matched. He hadn't just taken her for some airhead who would fall for his lies about a bigger part, he'd thought he could get away with trading her to the mob?!? What was he going to tell her? That they were some sort of casting agents? Or was he just planning on letting them drag her away kicking and screaming while he counted the cash they paid for her? She glared at him, and he smiled as he held his hands up and backed further into the corner furthest away from her.<br/><br/>Her mind raced as she glanced around. There were four of them. She could take four goons. She might not be as pretty afterwards but she could take four goons. But why now? Maybe she should let them take her away and figure it out on the ride back? Surely she could escape from them in time to - but then they grabbed Sandi. They grabbed Sandi! They wanted to take her to! Oh no, no no no, not sweet Sandi! She wasn't about to let that happen. Her eyes narrowed and time seemed to slow down as it always did for her. She quickly scanned the room taking into account everything. Everything. There had to be a way....oh yes.<br/><br/>"You rat! You fink!" She screamed, whirling at Jack and stabbing a finger in his direction. She bent down and took off her heels, picking one up and holding it in the air like a club, as a furious housewife might, "How dare you do this to me!" And she ran at him like she intended to beat him to a pulp.<br/><br/>The mobsters laughed as she rushed past them and did indeed begin laying into Jack with her shoe. She made sure not to penetrate his skin with the heel, but she didn't hold back much else. The creep deserved it!<br/><br/>"Ow! Ah! Dammit! C'mon fellas get her off of me!" Jack squealed dropping to the ground in quick defeat at the furious female blows.<br/><br/>"Okay, alright, that's enough Natasha." One of the men said after a few minutes of chuckling. "Okay seriously doll." He walked over and wrapped his arms around Veronika's slender waist and hoisted her up, grabbing the shoe away in the same motion and tossing it aside as he set Veronika down, now between him and the wall. "They're just gonna love your spir-" he froze.<br/><br/>"Hey c'mon Gino, what's wrong?" One of the others realized the man was stiff as a board, wide eyed.<br/><br/>"She...she's got my gun Johnny." Gino responded, slowly raising his hands up.<br/><br/>Indeed, in the fracas Veronika had slipped her hand inside his coat and pulled his gun out and was now holding it with both hands, staring at him with furious intensity as the gun poked right into his chest.<br/><br/>The mobsters chuckled again, still rather amused. "Haha goddamn Gino you let that commie get the drop on you?"<br/><br/>"I am not communist!" Veronika said pouting at the man around Gino's giant frame.<br/><br/>"Yeah? Then you probably don't know how to shoot. Show 'er what's what Gino." One of the other mobsters shot back.<br/><br/>"Say, that's right!" Gino said, his frozen fearful shock turning into a grin. "You don't know what you're holding there do ya babe?" His hands slowly lowered.<br/><br/>"You keep hands up!" Veronika snarled, feeling a bit trapped. "And you back away to your friends!"<br/><br/>"Nah I don't think so." Gino smirked, feeling more confident now, his hands falling to his side and then moving to wrap around the girl.<br/><br/>Veronika was now the one to panic. She couldn't just shoot him. Then she'd have to shoot three more shots. And getting lucky and grabbing a dull and distracted goon's gun was one thing, killing four mobsters with four shots in a murderous rampage was far less explainable. But they still had Sandi and - goddammit was this mobster really going for her ass during a standoff?<br/><br/>Yes, yes he was. His hands slipped down around her statuesque rear and squeezed, roughly, big hands easily taking it up.<em>Ooooooh!</em>she fumed internally. She was going to slap the next person who told her men and women had it equal in this world. She very much doubted Marlon Brando would have had to worry about this if she was a male movie star in this situation!<br/><br/>"Smith and Wesson revolver is what it is!" She snapped angrily, the sheer vitriol and volume of her voice, "And if you don't take hands off my ass I put all six in you!" She snapped furiously, sounding rather unhinged, which to be fair, she was feeling rather unhinged, but remembering to keep up her exaggerated Russian accent.<br/><br/>The man's hands let go of her ass but just barely. He was frozen now. Not wanting to lose face in front of his crew, not wanting to get shot either which he was increasing convinced was a real possibility. The wheels ground in his heads as the two faced off.<br/><br/><em>Dammit.</em>Veronika thought.<em>Back off dumbo, I don't want to shoot you!</em>But she couldn't say that.<br/><br/>So instead, she just let her hands start shaking. She kept excellent control over the trigger, but you'd have to really know what you were doing and have the right vantage point to realize that. Gino didn't. His eyes widened again as he realized this damn blonde might just shoot him by accident! He had to make a choice....