She was tired of the penthouse. Franco was barely around and she was suspicious of the goons constantly babysitting her. She felt the walls closing in on her much like they had back in Geezerville and she needed to get away. The only problem would be getting down from the penthouse.
She was alone, with the lone goon guarding the door and watching her warily every time she moved. She had a sudden idea, and went into the bedroom and closed the door. After waiting for a couple of minutes, she came back out and strode purposefully to the man guarding her exit to freedom.
"I need to go buy something. Take me downstairs, now."
The beefy man looked at her and snorted. "I don' think so, Bella...Franco would have my hide if I let yous out of 'ere."
She huffed and fidgeted a bit. "Look...I really don't think you or one of your cohorts want to go buy me some, um, feminine supplies...so why don't you just escort me downstairs, and we can come right back?
" She gave him a pleading smile.
He stood there and studied her for a moment and then shrugged his shoulders. "Fine, Bella...I don't know why Franco has yous guarded 24/7 anyways...let's go, but yous ain't gonna take forever, capisce?"
She gave him what she hoped passed for a grateful smile and nodded.
"Of course, right downstairs and right back up. No problem.
"
The goon unlocked the door and escorted her onto the elevator, using his key to have the elevator go down to the bottom floor to the lobby.
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