The security guy knew not to offend the one with money, so he politely bowed to her and helped his colleagues take the other girls away. They would later call the police and make a report.
Nailgirl screamed, "Paige, you will pay for this!"
The other girls were yelling insults, too, and it was unclear if it was at Paige, Nailgirl, or the security.
Paige chuckled and poured herself another glass. She should make this a soft drink without alcohol. She took her phone out of her bag and messaged Mr. Donavan promptly.
'1. Please buy a factory and make a drink that tastes like hazelnut schnapps but without alcohol content. 2. And we need someone who can cook on weekends only.'
It was untypical for Mr. Donavan to take a week to find someone who could cook for them, but what can you do?
'1.Roger. 2. Other than the current one?'
Paige stared at the answer for a long time, having an awful feeling.
"Fuck."
'Ad2. No one ever came. Investigate that, pl.' She answered. They had Natasha now during school, but he did not know that. And even if he knew, he would never assume her order was ineffective without her saying so.
Initially, she had wanted to stop drinking now, but that shit made her drink another glass. The good news was that the original Paige drank every time she met her 'friends,' so this body had a somewhat high tolerance.
She was sitting with her head lowered, her hair obscuring her features, looking asleep when Meier and his bodyguards broke into the room loudly.
Paige did not move until Meier sat before her, with the low table between them.
Meier didn't expect to meet her alone. But like this, it would not be as messy.
After sitting down he was bored already, the girl was asleep.
It's no fun at all.
He wanted to motion to one of his bodyguards to wake her up when she raised her head, looking directly at him, her eyes clear. She lifted her arm beside the couch's side rest, having held a glass of liquor the whole time.
She took a sip while staring him directly in the eye as if she knew long ago he would come.
The way she presented herself was so savage, beautiful, and sharp that Meier was sure they had the wrong person. He glanced at Thirteen, but the other nodded at him.
Meier didn't know what to do for a moment.
Page was asking the system repeatedly.
'Was that cool? That was the perfect entrance, wasn't it? Is everyone in love with me now?'
She looked with hidden awe at Yandere number three. She had seen pictures of people with albinism but never in real life. He was scaringly beautiful with twelve years already, nobody knew what havoc he would wreck as an adult.
[....] The system didn't want to be there anymore. It had to suffer because of her, and at the same time, it was threatened to tell the name of the right club to a furious male lead.
Meier finally got a hold of himself. "Did you slap my sister?"
He was sure she would answer who his sister was and had already planned their conversation.
But she answered unexpectedly
"Yes."
A heavy slap fell on her face from number two when she answered. He knew his boss loved his sister and would approve of his behavior.
Meier didn't expect him to strike her suddenly and felt annoyed, but seeing her not even spill the drink she held with her lip bleeding and smiling lazily at him as if that slap was precisely what she wanted, he felt his heart skip a beat.
Paige screamed bloody murder in her head, making the system muting her.
That hurt a lot.
However, the alcohol helped, and she was feeling electrified.
Playing like that was so much fun.
Which girl did not imagine herself as the bad guy who would get beaten but stood above everyone, smiling while giving the world the middle finger? She, at least, had.
She felt hurt and scared but also like an antihero from a comic. Maybe she had masochistic tendencies?
Her thoughts alternated between
'Beat me, you fucker, and let me pass school smoothly' and
'Don't hit too hard....you fucker.....please?'
Then she thought of the movie "Fight Club '' and remembered the scene where the guy hit himself in the face, and she laughed out loud.
Meier and bodyguards looked at her in surprise as the beautiful girl holding her drink with blood running down her lips laughed loudly.
The boy calmed his galloping heart and asked untypically for him.
"Why did you hit her?"
Paige and the system paused shortly, both thinking,
'Lesser questions and more beating.'
"Cause I wanted to," Paige said and was struck a second time, letting her head turn to the side again.
Meier gave number two a look, and he immediately backed off.
If Paige had said she was sorry, he had forgiven her and let it slide.
But what to do now?
She seemed as if wanting to be beaten, but he didn't want to do that anymore. He saw a bit of himself and his mother in her.
To him, she looked like one of them, one tired of life, not feeling like him, or the other extreme with being overly obsessed with something or someone like his mother.
He wanted to see how she looked while pleading and how he and his mother would look in a situation like that, making a hand gesture for number one.
Number one grabbed her hair, which she just let happen without trying to free herself. He threw her on the floor and kicked her stomach heavily.
Meier made a "stop" gesture and crouched beside her, observing her face with fascination.
She coughed up a bit of blood and whispered something. He lowered his head near her ear and heard her say.
"You brat." Then she headbutted him so hard that he fell back on his ass, looking like the child he was.
She laughed happily, never thinking that this would work. Had he never seen a movie? Never go near someone you have beaten if the one whispers something.
You'll only get hurt.