The Gypsy Beauty

Wall Street Stock Exchange.

Scarlett's POV

I walk into my living room to see Isaiah, Finn and Aberama sat on my couch, Finn holding on a blanket as Aberama squeezes his arm, blood oozing out. "The fuck?" I question as I walk over to them. "Take this." Isaiah says handing him a glass of whiskey.

Finn chugs it handing the bottle of to me, as I hold it in my lap and he grips my hand tightly as I sit beside him. He winces at Aberama's prodding as I shake my head. "Got tweezers, Lioness?" Aberama asks me and I nod at sowing kit Linda had gave to me.

Taking the whiskey from me, he drenched the tweezers, letting Finn take another gulp. "Ziah, come on." I sigh pinning one of Finns shoulders down as Isaiah pins down the other. "Hold him, hold him." Aberama tells us, putting the tweezers into the wound, digging around for the bullet as Finn screams, clutching my hand and thrashing in our grip.

"Here you go." Aberama breaths out, holding up the bullet. "Isaiah, go to the cupboard, there's some shirts and cloths." I instruct. "Now, what the fuck is going on?" I ask, looking between the three of them as Isaiah chucks a top at Finn, who had unbuttoned his and removed it. He uses it to clean his arm before taking the cloth and wrapping it around then puts on the new one. Aberama explains that Finn went with them to take down the Chinese pimp Tommy told me about.

"Finn, you fucking dipshit. Three inches to the left and that would've been you gone." I scold as I smack the back of his head making him groan. "You've got nothing to prove, Finn. Nothing. So stay out of the fucking sporting stuff." I say, giving him a pointed look.

The phone rings and Isaiah picks it up, his eyebrows furrowing as he looks at me. "Baby, it's Arthur. He's says it's urgent." He tells me and I sigh, getting up and walking over to him. "Arthur?" I say into the phone. "It crashed. 6am, the Wall Street stock exchange crashed." He tells me.

"Tommy told Michael this was going to happen. It shouldn't affect us." I reply. "He held on, Scar. Said a broker advised him it was gonna bounce back up." He responds. "So he chose not to listen to his boss and instead to a stranger?" I say. "Yeah. Look, Tommys ordered a full meeting for the board of directors tomorrow at noon, so I'll see you soon." He says before hanging up.

"That kid just doesn't listen does he." I sigh, shaking my head. "Who?" Finn asks me. "Michael. Tommy and I both told him to drop out but he held on and at 6 o'clock this morning, the Wall Street sock exchange crashed, like a steam train and we were most definitely on board." I tell them, sitting back down. "Board of directors meeting tomorrow at noon. Goodness knows how that will go." I add.

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"Sorry I'm late. Lucas- never mind. Doesn't matter. What have I missed?" I ask sitting down next to Ada. "Not much." Lizzie tells me. "Perhaps I might lighten the gloom and express, as a relatively new member of this company, what a pleasure it is to be in a boardroom that has so many females in it. Yeah, and all the females who are both sharp witted and- and de-decorative." Mr Greene stutters.

"Yeah, well, we are a very modern company, Mr Greene." Arthur replies. "Although, there are still some angst us who cling to their old fashion values." Polly says eyeing Linda through the cloud of smoke created by her cigarette.

"How far have we got?" Tommy asks walking into the room, pecking my head before he sits at the head of the table, opposite Arthur. "We've established that ladies are decorative." I tell him. "Actually, Arthur has some documents he'd like to hand out." Linda speaks. "What documents?" Tommy asks.

"I was just explaining to everyone Tom, that, erm...well, we're fucked, ain't that right?" Arthur says. "Yes and no." Tommy replies, clearing his throat before lighting the cigarette that hangs lightly between his lips. "It is true that a large proportion of the company's funds were invested into American stocks and shares." Tommy adds.