Miss Maraschino

Prompt: “I thought I made it clear we have a no abduction policy.” “She wasn’t cooperating. What did you expect me to do?”

“I thought I made it clear we have a no abduction policy.”

“She wasn’t cooperating.”

I set the unconscious woman – my target, Vanessa Maraschino – down in the chair across from my boss, Jackson. “What did you expect me to do?”

Jackson sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose. “We need her to like us.”

I shrug and lean against the wall. “Not my problem. My payment?”

He grumbles and starts to pull the envelope out of his desk, but just as he does, Vanessa stirs. I wince and make a beeline towards the exit. In a flash, Jackson pulls out a knife and flings it at the door. The momentum of the dagger hitting its target forces the door shut.

“You’re not getting away that easily,” he growls. 

I sniff. “Drama queen.”

Vanessa opens her eyes and almost instantly bursts into tears. She sobs loudly and messily. This is what I get for kidnapping the daughter of a Hollywood mogul. 

Jackson clears his throat. “Miss Maraschino, we’re not going to hurt you.”

Vanessa stops crying. “What? Why?”

“Your father is-”

She rolls her eyes. “Oh, great, this is about my dad? God, I’m so over it. Kidnap him next time, won’t you?”

Jackson glances at me, and I raise my hands in a ‘don’t get me involved’ kind of gesture. Vanessa looks over her shoulder and her lip curls when she sees me. 

“You. You’re a real jerk, you know that? I hope you get fired.” 

I blink, and glance at Jackson, who raises his eyebrow in a ‘you were asking for this’ kind of expression. 

“Miss Maraschino, your father has been putting pressure on our company to-”

“Oh, so this is about money?” she asks, turning back to Jackson. 

“Yes, we-”

“You should’ve started with that. What do you need, two billion?”

Jackson’s eyes go wide. That’s more than enough. We could pay off every debt we have with that much money.

Vanessa notices his reaction and smirks. “Perfect. It’s a deal. On one condition.”

“Of course, we’ll have you returned to your home immedi-”

“No shit. That’s not my condition, that’s an expectation. My condition is that you fire this loser.”

She jerks her head in my direction.


“No, the idiot behind you. Yes, you.”

Jackson nods thoughtfully. “It’s a deal.”


Jackson throws me the envelope. “Out.”

“You’re firing me because she told you to?” I demand. “Really?”

He shrugs. “I was waiting for an excuse. Miss Maraschino, we’ll call a limo for you immediately.”

She grins. “Pleasure doing business.” Then she shoots a look at me. “You heard him. Out.”


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