Spencer banged her head against the door. She had been waiting until Beverly came back and unlocked the door already. But she suspected her assistant and her recently added Siamese twin were still looking for a way to open the door. The previous attempts to open it with a screwdriver were no success. “Beverly Michaels, if you don’t open that door right this minute, I swear…”

“Empty threats, Spencer. It won’t make them work any faster, I’m afraid.” Ashley laughed.

The blonde threw her a mock glare. “You might know I’m just bluffing but she doesn’t. A damn fly gives her a mean look and she’s off whimpering.”

“Miss Spencer?” They suddenly heard. A second later the door opened, revealing a sheepish looking Beverly.

“Nice of you to join us, Miss Michaels.” Spencer said in a sarcastic tone.

“Yeah, sorry for the delay. We called a locksmith but he had a rather hard time getting to the door…” The assistant trailed off and briefly glanced at Kenny.

Ashley rolled her eyes. “Let me guess, a sudden queer eye was keeping him hostage?”

“Uhm…”

“I resent such an accusation!” Kenny said but cowered back when Ashley threw a mean look his way. He hid behind the locksmith and got distracted by checking out the muscles in his shoulders. Very fine, indeed.

“So Bev. Dear assistant of mine.” Spencer began and slowly moved towards Beverly. “What compelled you to pull a stunt like this?” She got into the young woman’s personal space and leaned real close. “Do tell because I’d love to know before…” She paused for dramatic effect and smiled sweetly. “I skin you alive.”

Beverly squeaked and quickly hid behind the locksmith as well. She knew this was so gonna blow up in her face. Damn that waiter for filling her innocent head with evil plots and plans!

Ashley laughed at the entire scene and grabbed Kenny’s shoulder, pulling him closer. “Let me tell you, the next time you wanna lock us up you better think twice because I can be very violent if I want to. Very.” She narrowed her eyes and released the waiter. “Now if you excuse me, I have things to do.” She turned around and left, while muttering. “Like planning someone’s death.”

“Me too.” Spencer said and pointed at Beverly. “And you, you better be in that office before me or you’re fired.”

Beverly nodded and came close to giving her boss a salute. When the two women had left, she turned the locksmith around and stuffed some money in his hands. “Thanks for your help. See ya.” She pushed him out and sighed.

“Hey! Lars doesn’t deserve being cast aside like that.” Kenny said and pouted. He didn’t like it when people kicked out his eye candy.

“Lars did his job and Lars got paid so Lars can fucking leave. Now you on the other hand, are gonna help me earn many brownie points, buddy.”

Kenny frowned and put his hands on his hips. “First you’re shooting my skills down and now you need them to earn yourself brownie points? I don’t think so.” He huffed and folded his arms, looking away.

“Petulant child.” Beverly murmured. “Do I have to remind you of that frying pan? I’m capable of handling such a weapon, you know. I grew up in a small town.”

“Heh, farmer’s daughter huh? Yeah, those are the scary ones.” He pictured Beverly with pigtails, wearing a summer dress and glasses, running around on the farm, greeting the animals and looking downright adorable. He giggled but quickly stopped when he noticed Beverly’s glare got even worse. If looks could kill he’d be obliterated.