Page 582 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
I checked a few cabanas, but all I found in those were the world’s softest mattresses. And lots of handcuffs.
Then I saw something move in one of the glass cubes hanging in front of the window. The frosting on the glass made it nothing but a silhouette, but I could tell it was Slavanka in her maid outfit.
“Slavanka!” I called up to the glass cube.
She pressed her hand against the glass. “I trapped.”
What the hell?How had she even gotten up there? I went to the back of the room and found a control panel. The first button started a light show. And some sliders adjusted the light colors. But then I found one that made one of the glass cubes move. I played with a few more until Slavanka’s started descending to the ground. The frosting dissipated as it went down, and then a panel slid open so she could step out onto the runway.
“You’re free!” I said.
She looked deeply offended. “I not free. My body very expensive.”
“No, I didn’t mean that you’d be auctioned for free. I meant that you’re free from that glass prison. How did you even get up there?”
Slavanka pointed to one of the palm trees.
“For real? You climbed that tree and jumped to the glass cube?”
“Yes, yes. How many ruble you think I sell for?”
“Uh…a million?”Was that a lot?I admit, when it came to currency exchanges, I was a bit of a basic bitch. The only rates I followed were the euro, yen, pound sterling, and Swiss franc. Oh, and also the Bhutanese ngultrum. But that’s just because I was really hoping they’d mint one with a giant penis on it. #BhutanPenisArt.
“Only one million?” Slavanka sounded so sad.
“That’s like 34 grand,” whispered Ghostie into my earpiece.
“Sorry, I meant ten million.”
“Good, good. I be so sad if sell for only one million again.”
“Again?” I asked.
She nodded. “Papa sell me to oligarch for one million. He have tiny penis.”
“The oligarch? Or your papa?”
Slavanka looked extremely offended. “Papa have gigantic penis.”
“That’s what I thought. Just making sure.”
“Oligarch have tiny penis. Very sad. But he die from bad borscht.”
“Bad borscht? How bad was it?”
“Very bad. Laced with KGB ricin. Fifty-two milligram. Make tiny penis oligarch go bye-bye. Tragic accident.” She grabbed the trunk of a palm tree and spun around it in a display of pure glee.
“Did you poison him?”
“Official police record say no.”
Damn, girl!She’d totally killed him. That was so bad ass.
Slavanka plopped down on a cabana. “I think you sell for ten million too. Maybe hundred million.”
“Can we please stay focused on finding Ash?” asked Ghostie into our earpieces.
“You really think we should?” I asked. “I mean…now that I’m seeing how classy this runway is, I kinda think this is the perfect way for Ash to lose her V-card. I’m tempted to just hide out in one of these cabanas so I can watch it all go down.”
