17-04-2019, 02:10 PM
"Contessa!" He gasped out when Velasquez let up on his back and let him breathe. "What do you have to say about the video?"
That made Helen pause. Video? Did the one with her and Rita get out? Or the one with her and... she racked her brain, thinking of how sex tapes she might potentially have out there.
"There are a number of videos that you could be talking about, sonny." She said to the man ten years older than herself. "I'm afraid I'm going to need a little more information than that."
"The one the internet's talking about; of you ordering men to torture each other."
Helen stopped in her tracks. There was, in fact, a video like that, of which she was aware. She bent down to look directly into his camera and smile.
"Young man, everything they say about me is true. The lies, doubly so. Oh, except that one about having Excalibur in my vault. The sword won't leave England without the One True King, everyone knows that. Won't go onto a ship or a plane, can't even fool it with the Chunnel. It just 'refuses' to go past the shores of the Isle without Arthur's true heir."
She motioned for Velasquez to release him to security and turned around, only then allowing her Camera Smile to vanish. She knew Whyte had her on video, but would he really just release it? Helen told another of her guards to bring the limo around as she dialed Whyte's number. She lit another cigarette while it rang.
"Morning, Contessa." Leonard Whyte CBE's voice said on the other end. He took on a faux-lusty tone. "What are you wearing?"
"Christian Dior." She responded. "And I've just heard something about a video, Leonard. Care to elaborate?"
"Well, it's like this." He replied, obviously talking over breakfast. "With your friends, the Equals, undoubtedly under constant guard, the Elders pulling out of our arrangement, and you probably classifying the guy in the helmet last night as 'an innocent,' you force me to take somewhat more drastic action today, Helena."
"More drastic than burning down a building to kill me? Which, by the way, you missed again, too. As you can tell by the fact that we're talking. And you're right, whatever you paid him, I'm sure blowing up his head wasn't part of the deal, so you're well past 'Upset' now, Leonard. You seem to have forgotten that I have tapes of you, too. Your confession to orchestrating the limo hit yesterday didn't mean much to the Elders, but I'm certain it would to the press or the Feds. Oh, also, we've compared it to the recording of the first call and can confirm that it's your voice behind the scrambler, so I've got your confession for the assassination attempt on me, as well. Oh yeah, and you admitted to killing Helmet Guy just now, too, so that's three confessions for them, Leonard! Are you ok, Leonard? You're not sick? Jeanne didn't sign me up for some wish-fulfillment charity for dying billionaires who want to go out like a Bond Villain and I forgot?"
"Afraid not, and using all of that stuff just wouldn't be your style, would it, Helena? Going to The Man, watching on TV as someone else leads me into a courthouse in handcuffs, airing my dirty laundry and waiting for The Judges and Public Opinion to decide my fate. That might satisfy Mr. Equals, but you never would have accepted my Jimenez 'gimme' if that was sufficient for you. And if I didn't end up somehow beating the charges, you already know what they'd give me; at my age, with my money." She heard him take a bite of something. "They'll 'lock me away' under house arrest in my palatial mansion like Madoff." He swallowed the bite. "Or I'll 'rot' in a minimum-security Federal Country Club with all my old golfing buddies. Until you inevitably pay me a visit, of course. That's if you can once the world knows 'Contessa Helena de San Finzione Can Control Minds.' That's an impressive headline, don't you think? I mean, 'Rich Old Fuck Did a Bunch of Evil Stuff to Get There?' That one's so DONE! Which link would YOU click first! If your name wasn't in one of them, I mean."
"You're right about that, Leonard. Orange would NOT be a good look for you, and I won't let you be caught dead in it. Red is more your color. And I have some ideas on how you can work it into what you've got going now that I'll be happy to share when we catch up."
"Oh, I don't doubt it, Contessa. With the Elders out, I'm back to the same old problem, aren't I?"
"Yes, indeed, Leonard. And although I don't like playing on your level, I did make a couple of calls to some friends in Sicily and updated them on everything that's been going on, so they'd like a word with you, as well. Don't worry, their instructions are to hand you over to me."
That made Helen pause. Video? Did the one with her and Rita get out? Or the one with her and... she racked her brain, thinking of how sex tapes she might potentially have out there.
"There are a number of videos that you could be talking about, sonny." She said to the man ten years older than herself. "I'm afraid I'm going to need a little more information than that."
"The one the internet's talking about; of you ordering men to torture each other."
Helen stopped in her tracks. There was, in fact, a video like that, of which she was aware. She bent down to look directly into his camera and smile.
"Young man, everything they say about me is true. The lies, doubly so. Oh, except that one about having Excalibur in my vault. The sword won't leave England without the One True King, everyone knows that. Won't go onto a ship or a plane, can't even fool it with the Chunnel. It just 'refuses' to go past the shores of the Isle without Arthur's true heir."
She motioned for Velasquez to release him to security and turned around, only then allowing her Camera Smile to vanish. She knew Whyte had her on video, but would he really just release it? Helen told another of her guards to bring the limo around as she dialed Whyte's number. She lit another cigarette while it rang.
"Morning, Contessa." Leonard Whyte CBE's voice said on the other end. He took on a faux-lusty tone. "What are you wearing?"
"Christian Dior." She responded. "And I've just heard something about a video, Leonard. Care to elaborate?"
"Well, it's like this." He replied, obviously talking over breakfast. "With your friends, the Equals, undoubtedly under constant guard, the Elders pulling out of our arrangement, and you probably classifying the guy in the helmet last night as 'an innocent,' you force me to take somewhat more drastic action today, Helena."
"More drastic than burning down a building to kill me? Which, by the way, you missed again, too. As you can tell by the fact that we're talking. And you're right, whatever you paid him, I'm sure blowing up his head wasn't part of the deal, so you're well past 'Upset' now, Leonard. You seem to have forgotten that I have tapes of you, too. Your confession to orchestrating the limo hit yesterday didn't mean much to the Elders, but I'm certain it would to the press or the Feds. Oh, also, we've compared it to the recording of the first call and can confirm that it's your voice behind the scrambler, so I've got your confession for the assassination attempt on me, as well. Oh yeah, and you admitted to killing Helmet Guy just now, too, so that's three confessions for them, Leonard! Are you ok, Leonard? You're not sick? Jeanne didn't sign me up for some wish-fulfillment charity for dying billionaires who want to go out like a Bond Villain and I forgot?"
"Afraid not, and using all of that stuff just wouldn't be your style, would it, Helena? Going to The Man, watching on TV as someone else leads me into a courthouse in handcuffs, airing my dirty laundry and waiting for The Judges and Public Opinion to decide my fate. That might satisfy Mr. Equals, but you never would have accepted my Jimenez 'gimme' if that was sufficient for you. And if I didn't end up somehow beating the charges, you already know what they'd give me; at my age, with my money." She heard him take a bite of something. "They'll 'lock me away' under house arrest in my palatial mansion like Madoff." He swallowed the bite. "Or I'll 'rot' in a minimum-security Federal Country Club with all my old golfing buddies. Until you inevitably pay me a visit, of course. That's if you can once the world knows 'Contessa Helena de San Finzione Can Control Minds.' That's an impressive headline, don't you think? I mean, 'Rich Old Fuck Did a Bunch of Evil Stuff to Get There?' That one's so DONE! Which link would YOU click first! If your name wasn't in one of them, I mean."
"You're right about that, Leonard. Orange would NOT be a good look for you, and I won't let you be caught dead in it. Red is more your color. And I have some ideas on how you can work it into what you've got going now that I'll be happy to share when we catch up."
"Oh, I don't doubt it, Contessa. With the Elders out, I'm back to the same old problem, aren't I?"
"Yes, indeed, Leonard. And although I don't like playing on your level, I did make a couple of calls to some friends in Sicily and updated them on everything that's been going on, so they'd like a word with you, as well. Don't worry, their instructions are to hand you over to me."
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