DNA Valkyrie - Vol. 5 - Chapter 12: Business Offer

Chapter 12: Business Offer

That night, the case came to a pause. 

Trix and Quentin needed to focus their efforts on analyzing the fossilized body of the victim before doing anything else and pursuing this investigation any further. 

Hoping to decompress a little, she went back to Richard’s place after not going for a few days and by his place this meant that strip-club and not his actual home, although, those two places pretty much the same thing at this point. 

Tonight, the club was calmed. 

This was something that Cynthia had observed for a few weeks now, if not months. 

The strip-club was dying down, bit by bit… 

The one big reason that Richard’s place was seeing less and fewer patrons coming in had to be because many strippers had quit in the last few months. The truth was that there had been a lot more competitions lately, and some of those erotic workers had to have received more interesting and exciting job offers. 

This was what it was. 

“I need to talk to you, Widdowfield,” Richard declared after he sat down with her at one of the tables.

“Um?” 

“You need to come back.”   

Okay, I know his club going down the drain at the moment, but this was the last thing I expected to hear… I hope he didn’t summon me just for that because I was sort of expecting to get some big dick tonight… 

“Excuse me?” Cynthia tilted her head to the side, not quite cocking it, but what she did was to give Richard a frown. She raised one eyebrow, as well. She was questioning him. 

“I’m being serious, Widdowfield. This place is in trouble. I’m losing all of my best performers. Everyone knows you are the one who made this place a long time ago when it was still being operated by the former owner…” The ankylosaur saurius directly referred to Joss without mentioning his name, because this was the last thing that he hoped to do right now. 

“Dick…” Cynthia stopped him. The truth was that her life had radically changed since the last time she was performing on a weekly basis. Furthermore, she was not just a private investigator anymore, but now, she had become the leader of a group of investigators. Things were simply different now. It was just as simple as that. 

“Consider it. Please. I hate to admit it but… You can save my business—you can save me.” 

“What are you saying?”

“What I’m saying is: Come back to my house,” he did not beg her, but it came close to it, she felt like.

“Dick… I can’t. I have too many things going on, and you know what,” she knew that Richard still a thing going on for her. In short, Cynthia was a free spirit. Yes, her heart swung in different directions over the last few years (in Quentin and Richard’s directions were both ways that her heart swung toward), but at the end of the day, she was a free woman. She didn’t want to chain herself up anything to any drama in her life. And coming back to work at the strip-club would be another of those chains that would possibly weight her down, whether Richard was still romantically interested in her or not.         

“I’m sure there’s something I can do to persuade you, Widdowfield,” his voice spoke with a lot of confidence and because of that it was that much more complicated for Cynthia to say no.

“I really can’t think of anything,” she folded her arms together, immediately becoming more serious in declining his attempts at offering a new role in his house of pleasure. 

“I’ll make you a rich woman if you accept to work full-time for me!” He insisted on her and his fist firmly hit the table they were sitting at. His confidence vanished a bit and was replaced with hesitation and uncertainty. The deflated tone in his voice indicated that he was at the end of his rope and that he was more desperate than ever before. The thought and fear of losing his business was more present and imminent that it ever was.        

However, with that being said, he struck a chord with her since one of the few things that Cynthia cared about was money. It always was, even though, that part of her slowly and partially changed overtime with her becoming the leader of a group of special investigators. Her motivations were altered, and now she was doing things for the right reasons a little more and not strictly for money, but it took someone as perverted and malicious as Richard to bring it back to her former self. 

Rich he says? He better not be messing with me, Cynthia thought as she pressed both lips together and pondered for a short while before saying to him. 

“How rich are we talking?” The blue-haired detective directly questioned him.

“I know more than anyone that this always was your biggest dream and aspiration,” he teased her.   

“It used to be that,” deep in soul, she realized that she changed as a person over time. Now, helping innocent people and saving lives as the spy-detective she became felt much better than being self-fish, the way she had been before. 

“You’re still the same as before, Widdowfield. You never changed,” he refused to believe that she did change and the feeling she had was he hoped for her to always stay the same and always remain the same slut as before.

“That’s not true!”

Cynthia stood up at the table. Her huge breasts beautifully and sloppily jiggled with this sudden and harsh movement. 

“So, want to get rich or not?” He taunted her, since this was the only thing he knew how to do. 

“...” She didn’t give him a straight answer, confirming that she was still hesitating. 

“Come back—work for me again,” he insisted. 

Cynthia stayed silent.

The hesitation was killing her and while she was on the brink of finally giving him any kind of answer, she turned heels and took a step back from the table where Richard was still sitting. 

Her back was facing him now and with a few more steps, she walked toward the exit at a steady pace.

“If you accept my offer, I might have some kind of information on whom the Amber Murderer is.” 

Cynthia froze suddenly.