The Beginning
~ (Five Years Previous) ~
Her high black heels clicked across the marble floors and up the polished wooden stairs. Pushing the door to the bathroom open she went to a mirror, where she pulled a small tube out of her black purse. Pulling the cap off of the lipstick tube she opened her mouth slightly and smoothed the red gloss over her already rosy lips. Snapping the top back into place she rubbed her lips together, spreading the gloss.
Music floated through the crack at the bottom of the door and she smiled slyly. The party was still going on downstairs, its guests oblivious to the fact that their VIP was not amongst them. She left the bathroom, snapping the silver clasp on her purse shut. She could hear other footsteps in the next hall down but she paid them no heed, she didn't care where they were going and they wouldn't care about some unseen figure.
She went to the window at the far northern side of the building and looked out. A shiny black limousine was parked on the side street, its driver leaning against the passenger door with a cigarette between his lips. She smiled as she turned and nudged the door to the fire escape open.
Halfway down the flight she met a man dressed in the uniform of a waiter. He raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to speak but before he could she lightly touched her middle three fingers to his brow. The man sagged against the wall and slid to the floor. Leaving him as he was she continued her decent.
Pushing the door open with her foot she stepped out into the cool, damp fall air. Hurrying to her car she nodded to the driver, who opened the door for her. Sliding into the long back seat she sighed and pulled her black satin gloves off. Her driver got in and started the car with a quick, practised motion. "M'lady?" he asked.
"To the airport Philip, I have a plane to catch," the woman replied. The driver eased the car of its parked position and started down the dark street.
"Another meeting with the young mistress?" the driver asked. She was silent, lips slightly parted as she opened her purse. The driver waited for an answer while she rummaged through her bag. She pulled out a compact and flipped it open.
Staring at her brandy coloured eyes she answered him, "That is none of your concern. Just make sure we get to the airport before my flight leaves."