Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 932

Chapter 932: Statistically Significant

"I’m statistically significant," Rika informed the table.

"I panicked!" Eugene’s smooth criminal composure shattered on the spot. "Boss, she’s looking at me with that look! I know that look all too well! She’s about to reject me, help! Convince her I’m a nice guy!"

"..." Kaiden didn’t know what to say; he was doing his utmost not to die of cringe.

That was when Kira finally had enough.

"Okay. Enough." She stood. "Watch and learn."

She walked to Rika’s chair, propped one hip against the table next to her sister, and looked down at her with a calm, easy half-smile.

"Hey. You’re really cute today, Rika. That dress of yours compliments your hair perfectly." Said like a fact, not a question, not a compliment fishing for a response.

Rika looked up at her twin, and a small flush crept up her neck entirely against her will. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Say, a new Italian restaurant opened nearby and I’d like to try it with you," Kira smiled, pulling out her phone. "Can I get your number?"

"You HAVE my number. You’re my SISTER."

"Is that a yes?"

Rika’s blush deepened, and she smacked Kira’s arm, hard, which only made Kira grin wider. "You’re paying!"

"With pleasure," Kira grinned, victorious.

Eugene was on his knees again, but this time in awe. "She didn’t even try. She rizzed her baddie of a sister up with zero effort."

"Hey. Phrasing." Kira gasped, not approving of the lingo.

"She did try," Kaiden corrected, ignoring the girl. "She just didn’t act like her whole life depended on a yes. That’s the whole difference." He leaned back in his chair. "Dial it back, because no one likes a forced performance like yours. Be the guy who tears up hundred-dollar bills over his principles, not the guy doing a bad impression of me."

"And practice," he added. "A lot."

"You miss every shot you don’t take!" Calypso added, raising a chip.

Eugene nodded so hard his glasses fogged for the second time that afternoon, and this time they stayed fogged.

"YOU’RE THE GREATEST MAN TO HAVE EVER LIVED, BOSS!! I’LL NEVER FORGET THIS DEBT OF MINE!"

He bowed his head toward his new guild leader, gathered both halves of Luna’s hundred out of the dirt as keepsakes, and walked out of the tent like he’d just been handed a religion.

The tent watched him go in silence.

"Sheesh..." Luna whistled, lost for words.

"I didn’t know you were such a player!" Calypso laughed, banging Kira’s back in a friendly manner, a manner which saw the girl nearly faceplant on the table.

"T-thanks, but I’m not a player... I just watch too much romance and I know this hopeless gal’s type too well... And please spare me... I’m going to die."

"Oh. Sorry, got too invested in the plot," Calypso grinned, pulling her hand back.

Then her head tilted sideways. "Are you sure you two aren’t stroking the kitties together?"

"Calypso..." Both of them growled in perfect sync, zero humor.

"Suspicious..." Calypso muttered, eyes scrutinizing.

...

The trio’s second meeting of the day was Warner Solutions, and Warner Solutions sent Meredith Cole.

Chief Operating Officer, iron-gray bob, a handshake she offered each of the three women in turn without a gram of ceremony. There was no pitch deck in her conference room at all. There was gear, laid out along the long table like a market stall: a vanguard’s cuirass sectioned open to show its lattice, gauntlets, field kits, a spool of the cable their rappel harnesses ran on.

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