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[h2][color=9D36FF]Bianca Nuit Heiress Extraordinaire [/color][/h2]
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[color=9D36FF]"Oh I get it. If I was holding your parachute and you jumped off of Beacon. It'd be like a trust fall and training at once, right? I would fly up, strap you in and you'd pull the chord? How cute."[/color]

Well I suppose he’s onto me.

I’m not some random kitchen wench. 

I stand out in a crowd.

I’m not sure I could ever win Jericho back from this.

Okay, I’m sorry. I can’t do it. This boy was so wrapped around my finger I don’t even think he knows it.

[color=9D36FF]“Oh Jer, it’s all proportional. Just because I’m rich doesn’t mean I’m not in touch with people.”[/color] I said taking a sip of my nice coffee. Shooing away the girl who had approached us with my eyes. I may not have it all there, but the one thing I do have is the ability to make men obey. Jericho was different, sure. But that just required a… Different approach. Seduction lead down the path of Jer thinking you were going to murder him. Fair enough. I get that vibe from most of the James Bond films I watch too. Quantum of Solace especially, that one’s my favourite.

Then playing dumb makes Jericho want to kill himself. Also fair enough. Dumb and Dumber was a mediocre movie.

That’s all.

So the third approach was simply yet to be found. I suppose I could try flattery, but I don’t see that working. Maybe… Simple genuine affection?

Surely that couldn’t be it right?

[color=9D36FF]“Oh by the way, Jericho.”[/color] I said changing my tone to that of a fairly normal one. Lacking my usual coos and fluxuations. Instead I was just… Calm.

[color=9D36FF]“When we last spoke on the cruise ship, you never mentioned a family. I’d love to hear about your own.”[/color] I said calmly taking another sip of my emulating an expression I often found in daytime T.V. and Gratia. One of normalcy, perhaps light interest in the given subject. I did not bounce, nor did I blush or grin. I simply listened.

Perhaps this is what Jericho wanted in a woman. One who, instead of being filled to the brim with life and love, was maybe only filled half way. There was no JEEEEEEEEEER’s. Instead, there was simply Bianca Nuit. I suppose this could become patented.

My Estelle Mode©.