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?At once, her eyes widened. Fear bloomed across her face in red flushes.
Wood pressed on;
"It's someone isn't it?" He growled- feeling the surge of his famous temper; "Who the heck is this person?! Is it a Lord? One of the customers?! Tell me! I'll find him and cut his balls off!!"
"Oh no," she shook her head; "No, no, no, I can't say. . ."
She backed away, sliding towards the edge of the bed. Terror streaked across her eyes and her lips trembled uncontrollably. But Wood caught her by the arm before she could slide off;
"Who's he?" He growled terribly;
"Woody, please–"
"What's his name? That's all I need to know. Just say it. And I promise you, he will disappear before midnight."
"Please don't," she shook her head- begging with her eyes; "I don't want any trouble! I just want–"
"You just want to keep quiet?"
"Woody, please, don't do–"
"Don't do that." He gripped her arm tighter; "Don't plead for him. He's already dead!"
She lowered her gaze- shaking her golden haired head;
"Woody. . ."
"Give.Me.A.Name!!"
On his forehead, a line of vein appeared- pulsing savagely above his right brow. His skinny neck throbbed with anger, waiting for her to–
"It's Tiffany," Angel said softly- lowering her eyes; "Tiffany Reaves."
Immediately, Wood smirked;
"Tiffany?!" he chaffed; "Spoiled, rich, princessy Tiffany?! Ha! That's who you're crying about?!"
A pained expression tore across her eyes;
"You don't get it Woody. . .Tiffany's a bully. . .she says mean things to me, ugly things Woody! I'm scared to go out there! She's got thugs waiting for me at every corner!"
"Angel–"
"You don't know what it's like! In here, at least I have Lady Kay's protection, BUT I have no family protection out there! I am NOT rich like you guys–"
"Hold on," Wood protested; "Don't lump me in with her kind, I've always hated Tiffany and her family."
Angel's eyes flickered unsteadily;
"You do?"
"Yes, yes," he nodded- seeing how much that had intrigued her; "In fact, I think Lord James got what he deserved. The Reaves family's pompousness has gone on for too long, it's time someone checks them in their place."
"Well," she sniffled- wiping her tears away the edge of her palm; "I don't. . .I don't want you to get into any kind of trouble Woody. . ."
"Nonsense," He spat, sliding along the sheets, pushing himself of the bed with a firm heave; "She messed with you, that's enough reason to get her dealt with."
"W-w-what are you gonna do?" she asked, leaning forward with sad eyes.
"Don't worry about it," he said, one knee up, sliding into his pants; "Lord Reaves is no longer the top dog. It's time someone gave Tiffany a bitter taste of life."
Covering up her cleavage, she nudged him;
"Just. . .just don't do anything rash okay? You're way too pretty for this gory stuff."
Wood smiled. He locked the buttons of his shirt into place, and leaned in to kiss Angel;
"You shouldn't to be afraid of anyone- least of all Tiffany. Consider it handled."
With that, he slipped out of the room, feeling more like a man than he had ever felt. Angel watched the door close, and her glossy eyes hardened once more. The pitiful look on her face disappeared as she sank back into the bed.
"This was way too easy,"
She chuckled to herself- picking up the glass pipe;
"What a complete sucker."
She exhaled- sending a rich cloud of burning herbs curling into the air.
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In the soft glow of dawn, Angel entered Mary's lavish mansion, her steps echoing in the quiet halls. Mary, seated in a luxurious chair, welcomed her with a warm smile.
"Good morning, Angel. How did it go?" Mary inquired, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Angel returned the smile, "Smooth as silk, my lady. Wood is firmly entangled in the web we spun, he doesn't know what he is getting himself into."
Mary's laughter, like tinkling bells, echoed in the room. "You've always been my shining star, Angel. Your dedication never ceases to amaze me." She exclaimed, exuding an air of confidence.
Angel, in turn, humbly expressed her dedication, basking in Mary's approval, she replied, "I'm at your service, my ladyship. Anything for our common cause and for your success."
As they conversed, Mary's gaze shifted toward the window, the anticipation hung in the air as the final act of their orchestrated drama awaited its cue. her mind undoubtedly already plotting the next move in their intricate plan. "Now, we wait for Wood to play his part," Mary mused, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Angel nodded in agreement, "He has fallen right into our trap, just like we planned."
Mary, deep in thought, pondered the limitations of Wood's abilities. The intricacies of their plan required more than just influence; they needed finesse and a touch of the supernatural. As her mind worked through the details, Angel patiently waited, sensing the gears turning in Mary's brilliant mind.
After a thoughtful pause, Mary looked at Angel and said, "Wood's abilities might not be enough to handle Tiffany or Nexus. We need a more... powerful touch."
Angel nodded in agreement, recognizing the necessity of incorporating otherworldly elements into their scheme. "I've been thinking the same, my lady. We should explore options beyond Wood's capacity and influence."
They both knew they needed to quietly add fuel to the fire in the shadows and then put all the blame on Wood. Mary, with a sly grin, articulated a plan, "Let's orchestrate a series of subtle incidents, carefully placing Wood at the center of attention but never directly involved. We'll make it seem like he's orchestrating these events against Tiffany and Nexus."
Angel, nodding in agreement, added, "By manipulating perceptions and strategically placing rumors, we can control the narrative. Wood will unknowingly become the puppet in our hands, taking the fall for the turmoil we create."
The two women huddled together, their heads closed as they engaged in a whispered conversation. Mary's mind was always like a strategic chessboard, and Angel was her most trusted pawn she could play anyhow she wanted, they are both very in synchrony with each other. The plan was set, they needed to create chaos, casting shadows that would fall upon Wood and manipulate events to paint him as the orchestrator of Tiffany's impending downfall once their plan succeeded.
In the calculated ambiance of Mary's mansion, the conspirators, Mary and Angel, recognized the formidable intellect of Nexus, he is very smart, intelligent, calm, and cunning. Fully aware of the intricate dynamics at play, they understood that dealing with Nexus directly would be an arduous task, especially considering his close ties with Tiffany and the influential Russell family. Recognizing Tiffany as the linchpin in their plan, they decided to focus their energies on her.
Mary with her eyes gleaming with determination, articulated their strategy, "Tiffany is the key to unraveling Nexus's support. Once she's out of the picture, The James loses their leverage with the Nexus. We need to ensure that Tiffany is incapacitated, permanently if possible."
Angel, with a nod of agreement, added, "By eliminating Tiffany, we sever the lifeline connecting Nexus to the James family...
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?At once, her eyes widened. Fear bloomed across her face in red flushes.
Wood pressed on;
"It's someone isn't it?" He growled- feeling the surge of his famous temper; "Who the heck is this person?! Is it a Lord? One of the customers?! Tell me! I'll find him and cut his balls off!!"
"Oh no," she shook her head; "No, no, no, I can't say. . ."
She backed away, sliding towards the edge of the bed. Terror streaked across her eyes and her lips trembled uncontrollably. But Wood caught her by the arm before she could slide off;
"Who's he?" He growled terribly;
"Woody, please–"
"What's his name? That's all I need to know. Just say it. And I promise you, he will disappear before midnight."
"Please don't," she shook her head- begging with her eyes; "I don't want any trouble! I just want–"
"You just want to keep quiet?"
"Woody, please, don't do–"
"Don't do that." He gripped her arm tighter; "Don't plead for him. He's already dead!"
She lowered her gaze- shaking her golden haired head;
"Woody. . ."
"Give.Me.A.Name!!"
On his forehead, a line of vein appeared- pulsing savagely above his right brow. His skinny neck throbbed with anger, waiting for her to–
"It's Tiffany," Angel said softly- lowering her eyes; "Tiffany Reaves."
Immediately, Wood smirked;
"Tiffany?!" he chaffed; "Spoiled, rich, princessy Tiffany?! Ha! That's who you're crying about?!"
A pained expression tore across her eyes;
"You don't get it Woody. . .Tiffany's a bully. . .she says mean things to me, ugly things Woody! I'm scared to go out there! She's got thugs waiting for me at every corner!"
"Angel–"
"You don't know what it's like! In here, at least I have Lady Kay's protection, BUT I have no family protection out there! I am NOT rich like you guys–"
"Hold on," Wood protested; "Don't lump me in with her kind, I've always hated Tiffany and her family."
Angel's eyes flickered unsteadily;
"You do?"
"Yes, yes," he nodded- seeing how much that had intrigued her; "In fact, I think Lord James got what he deserved. The Reaves family's pompousness has gone on for too long, it's time someone checks them in their place."
"Well," she sniffled- wiping her tears away the edge of her palm; "I don't. . .I don't want you to get into any kind of trouble Woody. . ."
"Nonsense," He spat, sliding along the sheets, pushing himself of the bed with a firm heave; "She messed with you, that's enough reason to get her dealt with."
"W-w-what are you gonna do?" she asked, leaning forward with sad eyes.
"Don't worry about it," he said, one knee up, sliding into his pants; "Lord Reaves is no longer the top dog. It's time someone gave Tiffany a bitter taste of life."
Covering up her cleavage, she nudged him;
"Just. . .just don't do anything rash okay? You're way too pretty for this gory stuff."
Wood smiled. He locked the buttons of his shirt into place, and leaned in to kiss Angel;
"You shouldn't to be afraid of anyone- least of all Tiffany. Consider it handled."
With that, he slipped out of the room, feeling more like a man than he had ever felt. Angel watched the door close, and her glossy eyes hardened once more. The pitiful look on her face disappeared as she sank back into the bed.
"This was way too easy,"
She chuckled to herself- picking up the glass pipe;
"What a complete sucker."
She exhaled- sending a rich cloud of burning herbs curling into the air.
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In the soft glow of dawn, Angel entered Mary's lavish mansion, her steps echoing in the quiet halls. Mary, seated in a luxurious chair, welcomed her with a warm smile.
"Good morning, Angel. How did it go?" Mary inquired, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Angel returned the smile, "Smooth as silk, my lady. Wood is firmly entangled in the web we spun, he doesn't know what he is getting himself into."
Mary's laughter, like tinkling bells, echoed in the room. "You've always been my shining star, Angel. Your dedication never ceases to amaze me." She exclaimed, exuding an air of confidence.
Angel, in turn, humbly expressed her dedication, basking in Mary's approval, she replied, "I'm at your service, my ladyship. Anything for our common cause and for your success."
As they conversed, Mary's gaze shifted toward the window, the anticipation hung in the air as the final act of their orchestrated drama awaited its cue. her mind undoubtedly already plotting the next move in their intricate plan. "Now, we wait for Wood to play his part," Mary mused, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Angel nodded in agreement, "He has fallen right into our trap, just like we planned."
Mary, deep in thought, pondered the limitations of Wood's abilities. The intricacies of their plan required more than just influence; they needed finesse and a touch of the supernatural. As her mind worked through the details, Angel patiently waited, sensing the gears turning in Mary's brilliant mind.
After a thoughtful pause, Mary looked at Angel and said, "Wood's abilities might not be enough to handle Tiffany or Nexus. We need a more... powerful touch."
Angel nodded in agreement, recognizing the necessity of incorporating otherworldly elements into their scheme. "I've been thinking the same, my lady. We should explore options beyond Wood's capacity and influence."
They both knew they needed to quietly add fuel to the fire in the shadows and then put all the blame on Wood. Mary, with a sly grin, articulated a plan, "Let's orchestrate a series of subtle incidents, carefully placing Wood at the center of attention but never directly involved. We'll make it seem like he's orchestrating these events against Tiffany and Nexus."
Angel, nodding in agreement, added, "By manipulating perceptions and strategically placing rumors, we can control the narrative. Wood will unknowingly become the puppet in our hands, taking the fall for the turmoil we create."
The two women huddled together, their heads closed as they engaged in a whispered conversation. Mary's mind was always like a strategic chessboard, and Angel was her most trusted pawn she could play anyhow she wanted, they are both very in synchrony with each other. The plan was set, they needed to create chaos, casting shadows that would fall upon Wood and manipulate events to paint him as the orchestrator of Tiffany's impending downfall once their plan succeeded.
In the calculated ambiance of Mary's mansion, the conspirators, Mary and Angel, recognized the formidable intellect of Nexus, he is very smart, intelligent, calm, and cunning. Fully aware of the intricate dynamics at play, they understood that dealing with Nexus directly would be an arduous task, especially considering his close ties with Tiffany and the influential Russell family. Recognizing Tiffany as the linchpin in their plan, they decided to focus their energies on her.
Mary with her eyes gleaming with determination, articulated their strategy, "Tiffany is the key to unraveling Nexus's support. Once she's out of the picture, The James loses their leverage with the Nexus. We need to ensure that Tiffany is incapacitated, permanently if possible."
Angel, with a nod of agreement, added, "By eliminating Tiffany, we sever the lifeline connecting Nexus to the James family...
