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Nights in White Satin	By : ImagineLayla131 Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 6331 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE TOTAL DRAMA FRANCHISE OR NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY TELETOON AND THE MOODY BLUES, RESPECTIVELY. NO MONEY/PROFIT IS BEING MADE OFF OF THIS FANFICTION!

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Author's Note: Hello, world and my wonderful readers. How is everybody? Once again, thanks for the reviews, follows, and favorites! :D The more reviews I get, the quicker I update, but you all know I'd update regardless! If anybody has any suggestions, feel free to send me a private message, I'd love to hear them! Thanks to Knute, SkorpionQueen012, and the one guest reviewer whose name I don't know, I know I can always count on your ideas and reviews! I just wanted to clarify two things: After I post each chapter, I go through and highlight all the mistakes on my iPhone, then go back in and edit it. I'm not a dunce! Lol and I also went back and added a couple minor details: Chapter One, Duncan has a full tattoo sleeve and he trimmed his hair a bit after he was released from prison. Chapter Four, Bridgette gets up and goes surfing every morning, Zoey is an aspiring makeup artist. The latter facts are relevant to the epilogue. I've also uploaded this and my Once Upon A Time story on AdultFanFiction.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE TOTAL DRAMA FRANCHISE, NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN, OR WIDE AWAKE. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY TELETOON, THE MOODY BLUES, AND KATY PERRY RESPECTIVELY.
I ONLY OWN THE TAINTED KITTY, THE STRIPPER NAMES, AND MY OWN ORIGINAL STORY IDEAS, WHICH CAME FROM THE SCREENPLAY I'VE BEEN WRITING AND HAS BEEN COPYRIGHTED
Chapter Twelve: Phase Two/The Call
Monday, December 8th, The Tainted Kitty, 6:00pm
"Hello, girlies!" Courtney twirled into the dressing room, the girls all greeted her.
"What has you in such a great mood today, Chica?" Dakota asked her.
"Why are you walking funny, Courtney?" Lindsay asked.
I was sodomized against my will, that's why. Courtney chuckled nervously, sitting down. "Oh, I'm just super sore from the gym yesterday. That stair master is insane!" Lindsay went back to putting her makeup on.
"Does your good mood have something to do with that Damon Salvatore clone that keeps coming back for more?" LeShawna asked, stretching.
"You mean the Sons of Anarchy wannabe?" Dakota asked.
Was it that obvious? Courtney began rifling through her makeup drawer. "He has a name, and it's Duncan. He took me out the other night and we had a great time, he's not too bad of a guy."
Bridgette and Zoey squealed and clapped their hands. "This is so cool! Now we can double date!" Bridgette sing songed.
"Or triple date… once I have a boyfriend." Zoey pouted.
Bridgette patted her on the shoulder. "You will, Flower Child. Soon enough."
Courtney really loved those girls, they were both so unique in their own ways. "Hmm, maybe. By the way, would you guys mind coming over after work? There's some things I want to discuss with you." Courtney asked them in a low voice. They understood her tone and nodded. "I hope you don't mind about Duncan, Dakota." She turned to the Barbie Girl, who giggle-scoffed.
"Not at all, honey. Ever since Sam came into the picture, I totally forgot about him!" She walked over and grabbed a pair of boots.
"Hey, Courtney. While we're at your place, we have to discuss your birthday, it's in eight days!" Zoey said. Courtney always hated her birthday, but it was Tainted Kitty tradition to celebrate them together. This group was almost like a sorority, but without the hazing.
"We'll see." Courtney laughed.
"Ok, so I want to hear everything about this first date. Spill!" Bridgette said.
As the three girls started chatting away, they didn't know that Heather was off to the side, fuming. The inevitable had happened, Duncan being with Courtney. The thought alone made her blood boil. "They'll both be sorry." She grumbled before slapping on her poker face and walking into the dressing room.
One Week Later, December 15th, The Smoking Gun, 4:00 pm…
It had been exactly nine days since Geoff's initial meeting with Alejandro, a little longer than planned, but long enough that he was sweating bullets. As foretold, Tyler passed his number along to Chris. Chris would do a three way call with Duncan posing as Brady. Duncan got into character for this one. He put on some rectangular blue rimmed glasses and slicked his hair to the side with a fedora, even adapting a faux British accent. Going for a Justin Timberlake look, who was going for a modern Rat Packer. Duncan had to look the part of a sophisticated jeweler, since Brady was a no-show. Another freaking mooch. Chris nearly fell off his seat when he saw Duncan before they called Alejandro.
"What's up with the pool hall look, dude?" He snickered. Duncan rolled his eyes.
"Gotta look hip and suave, like any rich entrepreneur would. Take a page from my book."
Chris scrunched his eyebrows. "Hey, I am suave, mister. Whatever. You know what to say, right?"
He nodded. "Yep, stream him along for a bit, then go in for over asking price. Got it. Dial." Chris dialed Alejandro's number from the office phone. It rang three times before finally being picked up.
"Alejandro Barboza?"
"Si." Alejandro was sitting by the pool of his Brentwood mansion, sipping a Mai Tai as he watched the gaggle of girls frolicking and splashing each other in his pool.
"This is Chris McLean, I got your number from Tyler Krauss, he said you might have some business for my jeweler friend Brady Benson."
Alejandro set his drink down. "Hello, how are you? I've been waiting for your call. I definitely have quite the proposition."
"Told you." Duncan mouthed to Chris.
"That's what I've been told. I should warn you, Brady is incredibly selective. He has a waiting list, but he makes exceptions from time to time if one has the right connection. I happen to have him right here with me. He stopped by for a little afternoon delight at my strip club."
Duncan cleared his throat and put on his best British accent. "Hello, Alejandro, this is Brady Benson." For faking an accent, he sounded incredibly natural and very good. A little too good…
"Hello there. I assume that you've been informed on my merchandise."
"A little bit, but I came down here so I could hear it directly from your mouth. I couldn't believe my ears when Chris told me the story. So, please, fill me in." Duncan nodded as Alejandro once again told the story of the diamond mine he inherited and how nobody wanted to pay him the exact amount he wanted.
"I see, I'm pretty shocked about DeBeers, but I can see why. While black diamonds are rare, they don't sparkle. Nine out of ten customers buy diamonds for the sparkle alone." This was actually true, he had picked that tid-bit up from the sales clerk at Tiffany's when he had purchased Gwen's engagement ring.
Alejandro scoffed. "Who cares about the shine, these are black diamonds. Carbonados, my friend. Do you know what I had to do to get these?"
"No?" Duncan said. He had never been told this part of the story before.
"After I inherited the mine from my uncle, I hired workers to go in there and dig out every last diamond they could find. I told them I'd give them a raise and a pound of diamonds if they cleared it out fully, which they did in about a week. When they were finished, I told them to go back inside and check. Once they were inside, I blew up the entire mine, killing all of them." Duncan and Chris looked over at each other nervously. Alejandro had proven to be a heartless and greedy psychopath. One wrong move and they'd both be dead.
He continued. "It's been spread that the mine workers have a tendency to steal diamonds, punishable by death. I knew that none of them stole any, but I had to do it to protect my investments. I am very successful, Brady Benson, with businesses all over the world. I will never be a poor man. I have no plans to marry or have children of my own, and I do not have any immediate family. Therefore, nobody would be inheriting these diamonds once my time on this earth has come to an end. I do know that black diamonds are the rarest of them all, which is why I won't take less than a penny under asking price. DeBeers and Cartier can kiss my ass."
Duncan really grasped his point, Alejandro truly was obstinate. Then again, who wanted a bunch of black diamonds laying around? Suddenly, an idea came to Duncan. "I understand, Mr. Barboza, and I think I've come up with an idea that we can all benefit from."
Alejandro raised his eyebrows. "You do, huh? Please, call me by my first name. Mr. Barboza is my father, may he rest in peace."
Duncan nodded before speaking. "Yes, I do, Alejandro. You don't want to sell for under the cumulative worth of the diamonds, correct?"
"Yes."
Duncan knew he'd fall for this, he was way too eager to get rid of these gems. "Since you're correct about black diamonds being the rarest of them all, I'm going to buy them off of you for $100 million, $20 million over your asking price. A buy like this doesn't come around very often, and you'd never be offered this much anyway, revert back to the previous jeweler's price quotes. From there, I will sell them off by the pound, one by one, to all the top jewelers that you met with. They will then turn the diamonds into various forms of jewelry. Necklaces, pendants, rings, earrings, bracelets. For every pound I sell, there will be a three way split. You and I will both receive a forty percent cut, while Chris will receive a twenty percent finder's fee. For every piece of jewelry sold that was made from the diamonds, there will be a four way split. The jewelry distributor will receive thirty five percent. Naturally so, in view of the fact that they made the sale. You and I will both receive twenty five percent, and Chris will receive a fifteen percent finder's fee. What do you think of that, Mr. Barboza?"
There was a long silence. Chris looked at Duncan nervously, Duncan had no qualms over this. Alejandro finally spoke up. "Deal, but I want it all in writing."
Chris jumped out of his chair. "Naturally so, I'll have my lawyer write up a contract. All I ask is for one week to collect the money. I have it, but a customer is making a huge purchase from me and it will be secured. Would we be able to meet in exactly a week from tonight?"
"Yes, we can. My house in Brentwood, ten o'clock at night. Bring the money in unmarked bills along with the contract. I will have the diamonds ready. I will send you the address once you've informed me that the contracts have been typed up."
"Alright, will do. It was a pleasure talking to you, Alejandro. I can not wait to dive into this business venture. We'll be making money long after we die."
"Likewise, and if anything goes wrong, I will have your heads. Tchau." Alejandro hung up the phone.
"Hang it up again two times." Duncan instructed Chris. He did as told before breaking out into a huge smile, a burst of excited energy exploded from his body.
"OH MY FREAKING GOD! DUNCAN, I KNOW I'VE SAID IT BEFORE, BUT YOU'RE A DAMN GENIUS!" The two exchanged a high five. "Where did you come up with that?"
Duncan shrugged. "I had a feeling his interest was fading, I think quickly. Besides, it's all a part of the Overpayment Scam. He'll never see that money."
Chris laughed. "That's for sure. How are you going to get a contract and what's up with the dollar bills?"
"The contract will be a synch to type up. I have a guy on the inside who has a way to make counterfit bills. The only catch is that I need you to sign for it. That won't be a problem, will it?" Duncan raised his eyebrows.
"Yeah, sure, Duncan. You're a genius, you've earned a few small favors from me."
Duncan laughed. "Wow, don't I feel like the luckiest guy in the world. It will arrive on the 20th, be sure to sign for it. I have to jet. I'll email you the contract once it's typed up." He walked out.
"Sounds good, chat soon!" Chris smiled as Duncan closed the door. When he knew he was all alone, he started laughing to himself. "That little punk ass has no idea what's coming for him, neither do those other two buffons…"
The Tainted Kitty, 7:30 pm
Duncan didn't have much to do for the rest of the day except for a few errands, but he decided to pop over to the strip club and see Courtney once he was done. Ever since that night at the diner, things had improved. They talked to each other every day for what seemed like hours, and hung out again a couple times. He even fixed up her car for her. Duncan arrived as Lightening announced Courtney. The lights dimmed and only the blue lights shone. She walked out on stage as "Wide Awake" by Katy Perry started playing.
As always, she danced with such elegance and fluidity. Except even though he was a few feet away, Duncan could tell something was wrong. She looked beautiful in a light blue baby doll nightie and heels, but she was off. Her expression looked somber, like she didn't want to be there. It wasn't until the last minute of the song, where there was a pause, that he saw her stop swaying and a couple tears rolling down her cheeks. When the music picked back up, she wiped them off with a finger to either side and raised her arms up, going into a twirl. The sight crushed Duncan. She was hiding something from him. Even though they had known each other less than a month, he was determined to get to the bottom of it and help her get through whatever it was.
Once her set was finished, Duncan left. Tomorrow was their birthday. He thought it was pretty cool that they had the exact same birth date, and considered it a sign. His aunt and uncle had birthdays a day apart from each other, and they've been married for thirty five years. Duncan was going to make sure that this was a birthday that Courtney would never forget.
WHAT'D WE THINK? ISN'T DUNCAN A CRIMINAL MASTERMIND? COURTNEY'S DANCE BROKE MY HEART TO WRITE. ALSO, THE BIT ABOUT HIS AUNT AND UNCLE IS TRUE, IT'S BASED ON MY OWN AUNT AND UNCLE! ISN'T THAT COOL! IT'S DEFINITELY A SIGN! THE NEXT 1-2 CHAPTERS WILL BE FUN, AS DUNCNEY CELEBRATE THEIR BIRTHDAY, WHICH IS ACTUALLY MY MOM'S REAL BIRTHDAY! CHAPTER THIRTEEN: WORTH HER WEIGHT IN LOUBOUTINS, WILL BE COMING SOON! PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! NO FLAMES!
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