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from
John's pocket during all this; ignoring him for the moment, Roger
picked them up, walked over to me, and unlocked me.
John slowly rose to his feet. "I'm not done with you yet, bitch.
And don't try calling the cops; with this setup, I'll have no
trouble convincing any judge this wasn't just a game. And you
can't even afford to have this public; your precious business
would fall apart."
I was going to reply, and dare him to expose me. He didn't
really understand the situation. I, and my competitors, are
fundamentally artists. So are the client representatives we deal
with. And in the art world, people pride themselves on ignoring
odd personal lives; such things are irrelevant. What I did was
quite tame by comparison to some of them.
I didn't get a chance to answer, though; Roger spoke first. "Of
course, you can't afford the exposure, either. What's more,
there will be no trouble with the jury; I have the whole thing on
tape, even the part about you rejecting the release word." John
started looking concerned. "But there's more. While you were
busy, I had a look in your car." At that, John started looking
very alarmed. Roger co
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