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[h2][color=9D36FF]Bianca Nuit Heiress Extraordinaire[/color][/h2]
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I couldn’t help but chuckle.

[color=9D36FF]“Don’t break character Jericho, you shouldn’t be so nice, the aristocrats will talk.”[/color]

But it meant a lot, what Jericho said. It was hard being independent from someone that funded your every whim. It was a crutch you went back to every single time. But, maybe I could find some kind of balance between taking my dad’s money, just enough – and being independent. I think this could really make Jericho see me for who I am. Yeah, I have these wings, this bank account, this hair, that smile, don’t get me started on my wonderful physique – perfect for a girl my height. And, I mean, I knew how to get what I want. Show some weakness, pout, wrap them around your finger like the easy to manipulate men they were. But, I mean, [i]really[/i] I’m down to earth. I know my roots and where I come from! 

If anything, I’m probably the most down to earth person I know. 

Except for Luke. The kid basically lives in his own grave.

But this, this would make certain that from now on Jer knew I was one of them. The rest of the people.

“Ms. Nuit I’m being told the manager needs you to sign a few papers, to finalize your acquisition of this branch.” 

Right.

Shit.

I own this place. 

[color=9D36FF]“I’ll have to do that another time, thank you though.”[/color] I said waving the woman off as nonchalantly as an Atlesian hunk at war. I turned back to Jericho with a grin. Typical Bianca. I was finally getting back to things being… Just typical. 

Thank god.
 
I felt the grin sustain, not begin to wain and leave my face. It felt nice. Really nice. 

Maybe this guy was more than a washboard given a soul.