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Date Posted: 16:43:21 02/24/08 Sun
Author: Hannah
Author Host/IP: port152.dialup.bfree.on.ca / 66.207.116.152
Subject: Northern Woods, Chapter 142
In reply to: Hannah 's message, "Northern Woods" on 01:01:21 02/11/08 Mon

Chapter 142

Claire and Veronique exchanged disgusted glances and smiled contemptuously as they stared at the happy couple.

“Do you believe this?” Claire whispered, taking a sip of her Chateau Margaux. “She’s just a *child*!! Look at her!”

Veronique took a sip of her champagne and cocked her head disdainfully. “She *is* pretty in a lower-class way but….”

“Well, I for one am not going to put up with this.” Claire stated firmly.

“Put up with what?” Veronique asked in surprise as she looked askance at her companion.

“With that *child*… that *anglais*… being married to Michel.” Claire elaborated vehemently.

“What are you going to do?” Veronique inquired.

“I’m going to drive her out, that’s what.” Claire said with a determined stare at the beautiful blonde. “We don’t want her sort here.”

“Her sort?” Veronique echoed.

“Low class English tramps.” Claire stated firmly.

“Claire… you can’t. Michel said he’d kick anyone out who bothered her… or even flirted with him. He’s in love with her.” Veronique insisted. “He told me as much.”

“So now you’re on the little girl’s side?” Claire sneered. “I never thought of you as a quitter, Veronique. Maybe you just don’t want him as much as I do. Fine.”

“No, I hate her.” Veronique said quietly. “I want Michel!”

“Oh really?” Claire said contemptuously. “And you think you have a chance with him? Look! The blonde has beat both of us to him!”

“But what can we do?” Veronique asked. “He told me he wouldn’t be calling on any of us again, except for business reasons.”

“We’ll see. Men say whatever’s convenient at the time. Haven’t you figured that out yet? The first thing we have to do is get rid of her, and then he’ll be available again. Maybe you don’t see that, but I do.” Claire replied as she glared at her compatriot.

Claire and Veronique were unaware that every word that they said was transmitted to security via the hidden microphones that were hidden in all the table’s flower arrangements.

Willie scanned the crowd noting the various groups and their locations. The security team in the sound booth eavesdropped on conversations throughout the floor while minute by minute updates were sent to the other security men in the crowd. Most of the conversations were positive and mundane and Willie smiled slightly at most of the intel he received. However, the debriefs he was getting about a couple of the women in the crowd made him frown.

‘Get rid of Nikita? Whoa! What are they planning, I wonder?’ Willie thought nervously as he received his latest update. The man listening had given him the women’s descriptions and had translated their conversation. Willie was beginning to get worried. ‘Perhaps I should get them out of the room as quickly as possible.’

Minutes later, Willie dismissed the notion. ‘So far, all they’ve done is talk. That’s not enough. I need to wait and see what they’ll do….I can’t act without provocation,’ he decided as he reconsidered his options and listened more intently. ‘They don’t appear to be threatening Nikita physically… but they do seem determined to cause a problem. I’ll need to watch them more closely.’

“Did I tell you she’s pregnant? It’s probably not even his.”
Claire continued disdainfully.

Willie gasped slightly. ‘How did she know about Nikita’s pregnancy?’

This was news to Veronique and her expression revealed that.

“Who told you that?” she gasped.

“Jurgen’s man heard it in court.” Claire supplied.

‘Jurgen.’ Willie thought with a sigh. ‘Why can’t he leave Michael alone? He’s sick.’

“In court?” a confused Veronique asked. “I don’t understand. Are you sure?”

“Oui. Apparently Elena attacked the little blonde over there and Michel had her arrested. When they got to court, Michel’s lawyer let everyone know that the little tramp was pregnant. I doubt they’ve been married that long; so it can’t be his.” Claire replied as she gestured rudely in Nikita’s direction.

“Elena attacked her?” Veronique repeated, stunned. “She’s back in Canada?”

“Oui. Maman witnessed her arrest in The Tower restaurant here last week. She and her friend Danielle Dubois were having lunch when she saw Michel walk in with Chuck and the little tramp over there. Elena tried to attack her with a knife and Michel had her arrested. And now she’s back in jail.” Claire replied.

“In jail? Michel did that?” Veronique asked dubiously, while her eyes widened at this new information. This didn’t sound right. The man she had dated would have let ‘his woman’ get away with just about anything.

Claire’s nodded, as a pout appeared on her painted lips. Then she sighed and shrugged her shoulders eloquently.

“Oui. Maman said the blonde fainted and Michel carried her out of the restaurant. Apparently it was very dramatic. The police were called and they removed Elena from the premises. Not that I care about what happens to Elena. I was glad to get rid of her… and Jurgen was a big help…. but Michel was supposed to be mine.”

‘Jurgen was a big help?’ Willie thought in surprise. ‘That little redheaded witch had something to do with Jurgen’s seduction of Elena? That meant she had something to do with Michael losing his son! Oh man! I’m not sure I should let Michael know about this! He’ll be furious!’

“Yours?” Veronique giggled. “Claire… are you crazy?” Where did you get that idea? He rejected you just the way he did the rest of us.”

“No he didn’t. He just disappeared before I could get him to commit.” Claire replied stubbornly; ignoring Veronique’s amused response.

“I’m not sure your memory is accurate, Claire. If I remember correctly, he and I were dating when he disappeared. You weren’t even on his radar.” Veronique replied with a smirk. “If anyone has a chance with him, it’s me. What makes you think otherwise?”

“You bitch!” Claire hissed. “He’s going to be mine! You’ll see!”

“Keep your mouth shut you slut, or I’ll tell him how you and Jurgen conspired to get rid of Elena!” Veronique hissed back. “We’ll see how far you get with him then!”

Claire glared at her friend, but didn’t reply.

‘Okay…’ Willie thought. ‘That is a little too intense! The brunette sounds unable to accept Michael and Nikita’s marriage, but the redhead sounds dangerous – a definite threat! Both of them to be contained!’ Silently he waived two more men over to the women’s location and indicated by way of hand signals that they observe the two women more closely.

‘Michael’s changed ladies.’ Willie thought. ‘You’re both playing with fire.’

“You wouldn’t dare!” Claire breathed mutinously. “If you did, it would show him that you knew and didn’t warn him earlier… for your own gain. That alone will make him so angry at you that he’ll never speak to you again! It doesn’t matter now anyway…. I want her gone and I know just what to do to accomplish that.”

‘Gone?’ Willie thought as he waived the two watchers Chuck had hired who were meandering towards the women’s location. ‘These men need to be put into play… fast.’

“What do you mean?” Veronique said, “He was interested in me, I tell you, not you. I’m certain if he’d stayed that we would have married.”

“Oh please.” Claire spat out. “You can’t be serious!”

“I’m very serious. I knew you wanted him too, but when he left I didn’t know what to think. I was so hurt.” Veronique admitted. “I’m going to get him back.”

“Well,” Claire replied. “all your talk means nothing. I’m going to do something.”

“What?” Veronique said, puzzled at Claire’s meaning.

Claire sighed. “We have to get rid of the blonde and then we’ll see who he prefers.”

“Yes,” Veronique conceded. “I’m sure it will be me, but if you think you have a chance, go ahead and try. You won’t succeed.”

“Is that right?” Claire said as she glared at her fellow conspirator. “We’ll see.”

“What do you mean by that?” Veronique demanded. “And what did you mean a minute ago when you said you know how to get rid of her?”

“You’ll see. The little tramp is going to run out on Michel. And he’s not going to want her back!” Claire proclaimed with an evil smile.

“And how, may I ask, are you going to accomplish that?” Veronique demanded to know curiously. “Look at him! He adores her!”

“I’m not going to say anything else. All you have to know is that after I get through with her she’s going to leave. I don’t think we’ll see her after tonight.” Claire explained with a snort.

“I don’t understand.” Veronique said in a puzzled voice. “How are you going to accomplish that?”

“Watch and learn.” Claire said mysteriously. “It’s really very simple. All I just need to do is separate her from Michel. The rest will be easy.”

“I don’t know Claire. What you’re talking about sounds risky..

“So… that’s it?” Claire said disdainfully. “You’re giving up? The next thing I know you’ll be best friends with the little bitch.”

“No. I’m not going to be her friend, but I’m not going to get on Michel’s bad side either.” Veronique said prudently. “He made his feelings very plain at La Trattoria the other day Claire. I’ve never seen him so adamant about anything.”

“So you don’t care?” Claire asked incredulously. “It doesn’t matter to you that he married the little bitch?”

“I didn’t say that.” Veronique said smoothly. “Even if the baby isn’t his…. and I say if; because you don’t know that for sure either, I don’t think it would be a good idea to upset Michel tonight.”

“But she’s *married* to him.” Claire stated once more with a snarl. “Doesn’t that bother you?”

“Of course it does, but not as much as it appears to be bothering you, mon amie. So she married him.” Veronique retorted. “That doesn’t mean they’ll stay married; or we have to accept her. It doesn’t mean he’s not still available either. Either way, she’ll soon run back to Toronto where she belongs and then he’ll be single again.”

Just then, two tuxedo clad gentlemen sat down at their table uninvited. One was broad-shouldered and had jet black hair and the other was tall and lanky and had sandy-blonde hair. Both grinned at the surprised society women and set their drinks down in front of them.

“Excuse me…” Veronique began.

“Don’t say a word ladies.” The dark haired gentleman began, “Unless of course you want to be shown to the door immediately.”

“Pardon moi?” Claire exclaimed incredulously. “What are you talking about?”

“You’re excused.” The sandy-haired man said jokingly. “You’re also in a lot of trouble right now.”

“And why would that be?” Veronique spat out.

“Because…” the dark haired man explained, “everything you two witches have been talking about has been recorded by security.”

“This is outrageous!” Claire said furiously. “You won’t get away with this!”

“Yes.” Veronique confirmed, taking up the same stance as her companion and narrowing her eyes at the two men in front of her; “How dare you record a private conversation! This is a violation of our rights!”

“Monsieur Samuelle ordered surveillance in all areas of this facility tonight, and as it is now his private property, he’s within his rights in doing so. Your conversation could be construed as a threat against his bride and he has every right to protect her, wouldn’t you agree?” the sandy haired man inquired.

“Michel bought this hotel?” Veronique gasped. “Why it has to be worth millions!”

“When you’re as rich as he is it’s probably either a good investment or a nice tax right-off, but that’s hardly the point.” The dark haired man said with a shrug of his shoulders.

“And your point is?” Claire said scornfully. “Why exactly are you two ‘gentlemen’ here at our table?”

“The point, mademoiselle is just this. We’ve been assigned to talk some sense into the two of you before you’re escorted to the door in full view of everyone here. Remember, all of Montreal’s society reporters are here tonight. Is that what you want?”

“You wouldn’t dare!” Claire spat out. “Do you know who we are?”

“Yeah.” The sandy-haired man drawled laconically; holding up his hand and holding his forefinger and thumb less than an inch apart. “You’re the bimbos who are this close to being thrown out of this party.”

“And who gave you the authority to do that?” Veronique demanded haughtily.

“Chris Davenport.” The dark-haired man replied. “Oh yes, and the man of the hour too.”

“Michel?” Claire gasped. “You have orders from him to throw us out?”

“If you refuse to behave; yes.” The sandy-haired man confirmed. “And anyone else that gets out of line tonight as well. So, sorry… you’re not getting special attention, but I’d advise you to pay attention and listen because we’re watching and listening to both of you. Do you understand?”

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