After weeks of using her intricately sculptured lawyer skills. Less had finally tracked down the culprit: Cayena. Now she was face-to-face in a room with her.
"Look, let's make a deal." Cayena's cold eyes locked with hers. "I'm royalty, right?"
Less cautiously nodded.
"So… I have a lot of money."
Less perked up. Money? That was the only thing she had this job for!
Cayena grinned. "If you keep your mouth shut about this… I'll offer up some pocket change. How about … five million?"
"Make it 10 million."
"Deal."
Now here's Cayena's secret: she can't actually use the royalty money or her brother Rezef, the prince and an evil tyrant, will kill her. So here's what she did:
Cayena popped up from the hole in the chef's headquarters, brushing her hair under the chef's muddy, dusty, crusty, musty shoes. "Auuugh, ewWWW man!"
"Get the hell outta my kitchen!" the chef snapped, kicking dust into Cayena's eyes.
"Listen here, buddy, If you don't hand over 10 million dollars right now and then go fake your death, I'm telling everyone that you killed Tivka and Keyol. We wouldn't want that, now would we." Cayenas voice became a rumbling purr towards the last few words.
"STOP BEING A CAT!" The chef sobbed. "I'LL GIVE YOU THE MONEY, JUST STOP PURRING!"
"No," Cayena boomed so loud that she created a hypersonic boom. "I need my voice to be curvy."
So now everybody is happy except for the chef; who is homeless. So dua core. Everyone knows she dumpster dives in front of taco bell.
And now, for the part that Cayena had gone through all this for…
She appeared at Ryan's front door and rang the doorbell. Her eyes scanned his parking lot and landed on the license plate of his car. 8EJW414. How could she ever forget her hot ex's license plate?
"Hello- oh." Ryan's eyes were cold, like they just frosted over the moment he spotted her.
"Hi, huzz!"
"What do you want, Cayena?"
"So… you know how the chef, your little boyfriend, is dead?"
"W-what?" Ryan went pale.
"Yeah. Somebody poisoned him. Unfortunate, really. I wonder who."
"N-no! This can't be!" Ryan fell to his skinny little knees. "MY LOOOOOVE!"
"Uh… anyway. I was thinking, since he's dead now… we should get back together! I've been thinking, and… I actually think the fact that you're smooth, hard, and long is pretty cool!"
Ryan's blue orbs glimmered at the compliment. "R-really? You - you mean it?"
"Yes!"
"Then let us frolic into the distance, my love, and frolic our cares away."