Bite Me
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They faced forward again, shook their heads, and went back to playing their game.
CHAPTER 36
Bayla Ben-Zeev reviewed the finances for each of the department heads who reported to her.
Unlike her predecessor, Balya did not nitpick each and every dime spent. If a fellow grizzly liked to spend BPC money on honey or a nearly eight-foot polar needed to invest in an extra-strong office chair designed for his four hundred and fifty pounds of muscle, she wasnt going to argue. There were always more important things for her people to be doing than worrying about the cost of chairs.
Besides, Bayla occasionally liked this kind of busywork. Adjusting numbers, deciding which department needed more, which could survive with less. This kind of work had always been a nice break from what her real work was, which at first had been protecting the Israeli people. But now, it was protecting her fellow bears.
Both jobs she was exceedingly proud of.
Baylas office door was thrown open and a large grizzly stormed in.
He threw his arms wide. Bayla, my love!
Bayla sighed, already apologizing to her ears for the next few minutes of onslaught.
She leaned back into her chair. Vladik Barinov. Im not surprised to see you in my office.
Really? He dismissed Baylas assistant with a wave of his hand.
But the Bronx native black bear wasnt so easily sent away. She looked at Bayla.
Its all right, Judith. You can go.
The door closed behind the She-bear, and Vladik dropped his mighty bulk into the chair across from Baylas.
You are looking good, my dearest one. This New York City life agrees with you.
Bayla ignored the compliment. Instead, she went back to her paperwork and said, Ive been hearing things about your son. She thought a moment. Victor.
My wonderful boy! So very handsome! Just like his papa!
Unfortunately, Vladik, hes become friendly with a rather unsavory element.
Honey badgers have right to be pissed, do they not?
Do they?
Rostislav Chumakov is not a friend, my dear Bayla.
He gives BPC lots of money.
Is that why you protect him?
Bayla looked up from her work. I protect Chumakov as much as I protect you or any other of our kind. I need proof before I condemn a bear.
You will have proof.
Will I?
Oh yes. But he must know, Baylathat retaliation of any kind would be foolish on his part. Vladik grinned. You know me. I am friendly bear! Everyone loves Vladik! But if he tries to kill my sons lovely little badger againI will cut him up into little pieces and bake him in pie. My grandmother did that onceto a full-human she did not like in a neighboring village. His smile faded. She fed him to his familyand laughed while they ate him.
His grin returned. For we are jovial bears, the Barinovs! And we do not like unnecessary strife. What is the point, yes?
Bayla leaned back in her chair. Ill make sure everyones clear on this issue. As you know, I believe in protecting hybrid bears as much as their full-blood brethren. Thats important to me.
Hearing that brings me joy, beautiful Bayla.
But for this to go any further than just warnings, VladikI better have proof hes been protecting Frankie Whitlan.
Do not worry, my dearas I said, proof you will have. Most likely more proof than you could ever want.
Livy woke up when someone touched her arm. Jake?
Chumakovs in town.
She nodded and said to her cousin, You know what to do.
Were already on it. Her cousin walked out. Livy looked up to see that Vic was awake, his gaze focused on her face.
Already on what? he asked.
Keeping an eye on my mother.
Your mother? Why?
She yawned, snuggled back into his chest. Its something she used to always tell me when I was growing up. Kowalskis never forget . . . but Yangs never forgive.
We promised my father we wouldnt make a move on Chumakov until we had proof. And even then . . . we should still go through the BPC.
Dont worry. Balt will keep her busy. How, I dont want to know. But we should be fine. At least until Chumakov heads out again.
Good. Vic rubbed her back. Besides, I doubt hell be staying in the States for long. Not once he gets the news . . .
After handing over three and a half million American dollars, four of his men packed the Matisse away and took it out a back door of the small Greek grocery store where theyd met the full-human contact who had the painting.
Rostislav Chumakov was so happy with his purchasethree and a half million for a Matisse, stolen or otherwise, was what Americans called a stealhe didnt notice anything was wrong when he stepped out of the small store and onto the Manhattan street until his eldest boy stopped walking right in front of him.
Rostislav leaned over a bit and he forced himself to smile. Bayla Ben-Zeev, he said, walking around his son and over to the She-bear resting her big bear ass against his limo. You look wonderful as always. He kissed both her cheeks.
Its good to see you again, Rostislav. What brings you to the States?
CHAPTER 36
Bayla Ben-Zeev reviewed the finances for each of the department heads who reported to her.
Unlike her predecessor, Balya did not nitpick each and every dime spent. If a fellow grizzly liked to spend BPC money on honey or a nearly eight-foot polar needed to invest in an extra-strong office chair designed for his four hundred and fifty pounds of muscle, she wasnt going to argue. There were always more important things for her people to be doing than worrying about the cost of chairs.
Besides, Bayla occasionally liked this kind of busywork. Adjusting numbers, deciding which department needed more, which could survive with less. This kind of work had always been a nice break from what her real work was, which at first had been protecting the Israeli people. But now, it was protecting her fellow bears.
Both jobs she was exceedingly proud of.
Baylas office door was thrown open and a large grizzly stormed in.
He threw his arms wide. Bayla, my love!
Bayla sighed, already apologizing to her ears for the next few minutes of onslaught.
She leaned back into her chair. Vladik Barinov. Im not surprised to see you in my office.
Really? He dismissed Baylas assistant with a wave of his hand.
But the Bronx native black bear wasnt so easily sent away. She looked at Bayla.
Its all right, Judith. You can go.
The door closed behind the She-bear, and Vladik dropped his mighty bulk into the chair across from Baylas.
You are looking good, my dearest one. This New York City life agrees with you.
Bayla ignored the compliment. Instead, she went back to her paperwork and said, Ive been hearing things about your son. She thought a moment. Victor.
My wonderful boy! So very handsome! Just like his papa!
Unfortunately, Vladik, hes become friendly with a rather unsavory element.
Honey badgers have right to be pissed, do they not?
Do they?
Rostislav Chumakov is not a friend, my dear Bayla.
He gives BPC lots of money.
Is that why you protect him?
Bayla looked up from her work. I protect Chumakov as much as I protect you or any other of our kind. I need proof before I condemn a bear.
You will have proof.
Will I?
Oh yes. But he must know, Baylathat retaliation of any kind would be foolish on his part. Vladik grinned. You know me. I am friendly bear! Everyone loves Vladik! But if he tries to kill my sons lovely little badger againI will cut him up into little pieces and bake him in pie. My grandmother did that onceto a full-human she did not like in a neighboring village. His smile faded. She fed him to his familyand laughed while they ate him.
His grin returned. For we are jovial bears, the Barinovs! And we do not like unnecessary strife. What is the point, yes?
Bayla leaned back in her chair. Ill make sure everyones clear on this issue. As you know, I believe in protecting hybrid bears as much as their full-blood brethren. Thats important to me.
Hearing that brings me joy, beautiful Bayla.
But for this to go any further than just warnings, VladikI better have proof hes been protecting Frankie Whitlan.
Do not worry, my dearas I said, proof you will have. Most likely more proof than you could ever want.
Livy woke up when someone touched her arm. Jake?
Chumakovs in town.
She nodded and said to her cousin, You know what to do.
Were already on it. Her cousin walked out. Livy looked up to see that Vic was awake, his gaze focused on her face.
Already on what? he asked.
Keeping an eye on my mother.
Your mother? Why?
She yawned, snuggled back into his chest. Its something she used to always tell me when I was growing up. Kowalskis never forget . . . but Yangs never forgive.
We promised my father we wouldnt make a move on Chumakov until we had proof. And even then . . . we should still go through the BPC.
Dont worry. Balt will keep her busy. How, I dont want to know. But we should be fine. At least until Chumakov heads out again.
Good. Vic rubbed her back. Besides, I doubt hell be staying in the States for long. Not once he gets the news . . .
After handing over three and a half million American dollars, four of his men packed the Matisse away and took it out a back door of the small Greek grocery store where theyd met the full-human contact who had the painting.
Rostislav Chumakov was so happy with his purchasethree and a half million for a Matisse, stolen or otherwise, was what Americans called a stealhe didnt notice anything was wrong when he stepped out of the small store and onto the Manhattan street until his eldest boy stopped walking right in front of him.
Rostislav leaned over a bit and he forced himself to smile. Bayla Ben-Zeev, he said, walking around his son and over to the She-bear resting her big bear ass against his limo. You look wonderful as always. He kissed both her cheeks.
Its good to see you again, Rostislav. What brings you to the States?
