203 Chapter six, 2016, three schools: 9 (2/2)
Christina smirked. ”We have proof the principal of Red Rose paid for the assault. We just have to tweak the truth a bit. Make it so that he paid for those photos rather than just having me beat up.”
”What are you after?”
Despite the question Christina knew that Kinoshita-sensei understood perfectly well. He just wanted confirmation.
”I want it on the grapevine that submissive high school girls turn him on.”
”You're aware he's married with kids?”
She was, and she didn't care. He had her Ulf sent to hospital, which meant she cared more for vermin. ”After this, I doubt it,” Christina said. ”Make sure it hits the news in the end. I want him permanently destroyed.”
”If that's what you want. Fine, I'll make it happen.”
Even though he made that promise Christina felt the hesitation in Kinoshita-sensei's voice. 'You're a good person. You're not like me. It does you honour that you doubt my course of action before destroying another human.' ”That is what I want,” she said and finished the call.
Next was Nakagawa-sensei. He'd blanch at how far she was ready to go, but he'd also agree more wholeheartedly than her photographer. Nakagawa-sensei had a sinister streak to him, an inner sadist that he kept firmly in check. Christina had worked with people like him before. They made the best and most honest of her subordinates during the dog eat dog years when she built her empire.
She made that call and continued walking. A few steps behind her her bodyguard followed like a shadow. He had caught up to her just as she left the school, and he would follow her doggedly until she reached home. Christina suspected someone else handled the surveillance from there on, but she hadn't really seen anyone else.
Still, from her prior experience good security companies knew how to be discreet enough to uphold at least the illusion of privacy when she was at home.
She sighed and continued walking towards the train station. Any other day she'd have joined Ulf's team, the one with the least physically able club members. Their walking talking sessions weren't as strenuous as what Ulf preferred, and only after his own hospitalisation did he agree to split the club into two groups.
Less walking and more talking as they said, but it wasn't really true. The faster walking group talked just as much, but Ulf wisely didn't say anything to allow the members to keep appearances up.
”Today's shoot will be a long one. You might want to call your employer about that,” Christina said into the air. She knew her bodyguard caught up on what she said. If he acted on it or not was his problem.
”When I'm done I'll grab some food and return home,” she added. ”If you know of a cheap but decent place I'm willing to listen.” 'If you know of a place I can afford and you can secure in advance,' Christina thought. It never hurt making work easier for people when there was no cost associated for herself.
'Damn, I never thought I'd be grateful for this kind of security, but things are going to get really, really ugly soon.' They already had, but as of now their smear campaign had turned into open warfare, and Christina didn't know how far the enemy was prepared to go in order to survive.