Earlene entered the room still clutching onto her bag. She sat on Geralds bedside stared at him with a devilish smile. She did as if to straighten his hair, but he suddenly woke up with a jolt. "Oh, it's you" he said removing the oxygen tubes from his nose. "You cheap lying...."
"Hey, do not cuss me. Where is Val, I need to speak to her." He said getting up from the bed. "Idiot, it's going to ruin the plan. She doesn't know you are okay." Earlene said rising to her feet as well
"Then tell her. She must know the truth." He said pouring himself a glass of brandy. "How did you get that here?" she asked snatching it from him and gulping it down fast.
"I am fucking rich remember? Anyways where is Francis?" He asked pouring himself another glass. "In prison, paying for your crimes." She retorted. He smiled faintly and sat down in one of the settees. "Sometimes I wonder how I am related to you, you are so...."
"Cunning?... Yes, I must say, I take after our father little SISTER. It fascinates me as to how you managed to lay your hands on the inheritance." he said sipping the brandy. They both stared at each other with distorted expressions.
"That is not the plan." she reminded. She sat down next to him and crossed her legs. "In a few minutes she is going to walk in here with good-bad news. You are still going to play half dead for two weeks." she said taking out her phone to text someone.
"What are you going to do then?"
"Sleep and watch me do the magic. Come to think of it, does Harvey know?" "OfCourse not. It's not the right time. I think we should try to get another way to infiltrate the cabal. I heard they will be targeting our company very soon. That will be our bait."
"Well, that is too early. We haven't gained Val's trust yet." "Then speed things up. We can't afford to make mistakes." "They have a new leader."
"Who is he?" she asked. "They call him the Vader. Kinda cringe to me. That is all I could get. he seems to be lowkey."
Gerald nodded his head continuously in a rhythmic motion. He suddenly opened his eyes in bewilderment. "it's Dutch, Vader is Dutch."
"uh-huh, so?"
"He must have Dutch roots; I don't know maybe someone he knows.
"Well then tell it to the king." she suggested. "Who?" he asked "Raymond. He will know what to do." she said and rose to her feet. "I need to see Val. I have to prep her for the bad news." she said smiling.
"Well then wire some bucks into the doctors account." He said placing his glass back down on the table. "How much?" she asked scrolling on her phone.
"I don't know, maybe ten million, make it fifteen. She is really cute." he said with a grin. He lied back on his bed and wore the oxygen mask again.
She shook her head and finally walked out.