She smoothed out the black dress looked around the room. The creme a la creme of high society seemed to be attending this… this gathering. She felt out of place, to be amongst such beautiful people. How she would love this to be a social event, but unfortunately she was here for a job. 1
'Kill him. And I want it to look like a suicide. Shouldn’t be too hard for one of your esteem.'2
The description never said anything about acting like a whore.3
Divana sighed and nervously tapped her fingers again the bar counter. She had to find a 'Mr. Lionel Powers'. Some snotty nosed executive to Warren Worthington the Third. He was around too, not the hardest person to find. I spy with my little eye, a big blue dude with wings.4
She glanced down and adjusted her cleavage. You could never be too careful with these types, they were up for anything, wife or not. Divana scanned the room, searching out her target. Her boss had shown her a rough picture of Mr. Powers. Rough, but enough for her to be able to pick him out in a crowd.5
She smiled. There he was, standing right next to…6
“Mr Worthington, himself. It’s a pleasure. I’m Riena Telkintar,” Pause, smile confidently, continue. “Worthington Enterprises new publisher?” 7
Warren Worthington the Third looked up from his champagne glass. Someone was talking to him. She was a pretty girl. Tall, brown hair, green eyes; the kind you’d go to bed with. He smiled.8
“Ms. Telkintar, the pleasure’s all mine. I didn’t think you would be able to make it,” She noticed him eyeing off her ring finger, and the smile that widened when he saw it was bare, “Have you met my senior executive, Lionel? Lionel! Come here.”9
A tall man walked over. He was handsome, in a mid-thirties sort of way. Obviously single and more then likely eyeing her cleavage. Divana smiled.10
“Lionel, this is Riena Telkintar, our new publisher. Ms. Telkintar, this is Lionel Powers.” She saw him glance across the room at some busty blonde and smile “I’ll leave you two to talk, shall I?”11
She shook her head as he walked off, before giving her attention to Mr. Powers – her soon to be victim. “Pleasure to meet you, Mr Powers.” She held out a hand for shaking. He took it a placed a kiss on the back.12
“Pleasure’s all mine. And please, call me Lionel.”13
Divana smiled. This would be easy.14
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Yes...most of them are. However, you are going to be er... well, you might want to hurt me pretty bad when you find out what's happened. And just so we won't flood the comments, I'll send you an IM.
Bethany -
He's just in Divana withdrawal 'cause he's not seeing her. Sucker. *nods* Please do.
That's because the Trio loves me. -
Eh, true. *nods* He is cracking up! *blinks* I'll make sure to tell Warren you said that.
It's amusing....that the Trio's all commented on this one. -
Keeping in mind that this is before any of this house nonsense. Di when she's on the job. Yeah, I'm sure Zander's just lapping it up.
Warren sucks. -
*inching away from Squeaker carefully...but very quickly*
Warren's like... Nevermind. I can't say he's everyone's worst enemy, but yeah. However, Zander's just sort of...sitting here. Cracking up. As he would. *kicks him to his truck* Get to work, 'tender. Stupid lazy thing...
Bethany -
Now, she says...
I’m just going to agree with the old one (HA!) in the Divana area, damn it, because if I don’t, I’m likely to confuse myself and cause my brain to explode in the end. Yeah, I’m amused. You have one amused sick child here. *looks to her bedside table and sees the lung she’s putting back together because she hacked it up, piece by piece then prods* Anyway, keep it up. I’m curious. -
uber
*blinketh* she is a uber bitch...*wail* i keep missing you when you come on aim!!!*whine* damn arsehole parents waking me up at the crack of bloody dawn so that i go to sleep early....hope i catch you today sis.
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