Needless to say, Daisy was highly concerned, and very, very upset. The shipment didn't come through. The boxcar had either been intercepted, and directed to a more profitable group of clients, or worse - per what she had heard, may have happened - there still remained, in law enforcement, people who believed that human life, especially children's lives, trumped any man's, or woman's, or any combination thereof's desire to (unnaturally) retain youthful appearance.
Oh, our villainess was positively fuming, bigtime. The silk shortie-set she had planned to wear to the dinner party....well, that wasn't going to do. She balled up the delicate scanty fabric, and hurled it against a long row of other "late fall" outfits. She selected another outfit - which had also showed more toward her actual age. She tossed that as well. Then chose another. Not satisfied, but it would have to do.
She then barked for her maid.
That wasn't the half of it, however. Yes, Daisy prided herself in having all of her ... "brats" in a row. In short, Daisy was proactive; she always had atleast one other source of supply - on speed-dial.
But there was one other little problem...well, actually, not so little. The fee...one that was orbiting mars right now, and could, within short time, head out for jupiter.
Her phone rang. It was about time that little faggot troubled himself to return her call ... he just didn't know - but should know, exactly - who the hell he was dealing with. As if Daisey's evening couldn't get any worse - due to unforeseen market issues, the advance she "requested" wasn't going to be enough.
Not to mention, several other bills which were either coming due, or past. One of which, was the mortgage on her beach property. One that, looking back, she should have sold last season - that is, before that storm. The repairs had cost a pretty penny, and the insurance hike had cost about half as much. Daisy was possibly, probably, looking at selling a certain necklace and matching bracelet - a gift from a past lover, a duke and close cousin to his nation's king.
The set was certainly enough to keep her in appearance... well, for maybe until summer. But then what? Yes, Daisy had other pieces, other saleable assets...but you know how it is: brokers are all a bunch of needy greedy mangey vicious little predators - out for every single dollar they can get their smelly paws on. Needless to say, the words erupting out of Daisy's mouth were enough to make any dock-worker blush.
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