She is sitting at her desk, looking over documents. Seems as if the Blanchard's son has done it again...there goes another million dollar painting; she sighs, sometimes this tedious job takes a toll on her. Whenever something goes missing from these rich scum she can always find some child that has taken it, how dull. Can't it be original? Like an actual cat burglar?

She sighs as her phone goes off, she sighs. "Yes sister dear?"

Morgan feeds her information, i.e. where Marty is living, who he's getting drugs from, where his bike possibly is - the usual stuff.

"That sounds interesting, but honestly, I don't have time for his stupidity right now. No, I haven't interfered with his drugs...why what's wrong?...You think he's getting his memories back? Sister I'm sorry but that is ludicrous, I put a memory spell on him a month ago...yes I know...right I understand...yes sister I will take care of it."

She hangs up and turns towards the beautiful skyline of London, the blue sky calming her. Anubis pokes his head up, she sends him a happy glance. Her only salvation in life...who knew a dog would be her companion of choice? She always thought she favored cats in the past...oh well. She hears a knock at her door. She swivels around in her chair to face her desk and picks up a couple of papers, Anubis barks and she laughs.

"Enter."

Her poor assistant enters, shaking like a leaf. The girl fears her boss...she is so powerful, so...scary.

"What do you want Amanda?"

The girl shakes more. "I'm sorry Ms. Stidolph...I know you said not to disturb you today...but-"

"Today Amanda," Ana growls.

"Ah! Sorry, you said to bring you anything on the Mysak file. Something new came up."

Ana's head shot up, Marty had been relatively quiet this last month...and the file has nothing to do with him, just his mother. She was always more careful than most.

"Oh and what happened?" Ana eyes her assistant.

"Oh...well...Ms. Mysak called and informed me that they want to refinance their estate. They need a background check on their assets. She was going to have her new agent take care of it, but you said if anything comes up for them to bring it to you immediately."

Morgana smiles wickedly. "Oh Amanda this is your lucky day...you actually did something right..."

The Captain walked a little slower today, firing Lance was not something he wished to do...but with Morgan on his back he knew it was only a matter of time before she blew the whistle on him. He sighed as he entered his office, but froze in place.

"Morgan-"

"Do you know what I hate Captain Steele?"

She had his letter opener in her hand, playing with the sharp object. He was both in fear...and aroused by the way she played with the opener.

"No, what do you hate Morgan?"

She stands, and walks around his desk, as he moves backwards, he looks to his windows...she would be intelligent enough to close all the drapes.

"I hate squirmy little men who take four weeks to do what I ask..."

He is back against a wall. Morgan looks up from under her dark black lashes. She runs the tip of the opener over his cheek.

"Morgan, I'm sorry...honestly I would have done it sooner but paperwork-"

"Shut up, how dull you are Steele."

She walks away from him; her sharp gray suite makes her body look alluring. She produces a small bag from her coat pocket and throws it on his table.

"This is a present for you, for being such a good boy. But before you get it...I have one little favor."

His breath is shallow...oh if his AA sponsor could see him now. Morgan's "favors" were never just "favors"...they were blackmail, and with all she had on him already? He was beyond screwed.

"What do you want?"

"I want a meeting with one of your officers...Bradley Pendleton? I have something important to discuss with him."

The captain eyes her, he knows if she wishes to talk to Bradley, it was not good for the officer.

"Why..."

She sends him a deathly stare and he quickly shuts up.

"Why is none of your concern. Send him to this address by start of business tomorrow, don't tell him why just tell him it has to do with a new case. Can you handle that Captain Buffoon?"

He takes a small piece of white paper from her perfectly manicured fingers, his body shaking, sweat adorning his brow.

"Good boy. Now I must be off, leading a city is never done!"

"Yes, Madam Chief Executive..."

She looked over the finances for what was left of the Mysak estate. It seems that his mother started to build up their estate again after the fiasco with Marty. She has even been looking into repossessing some of her old assets...she was always a clever woman. Morgana pulled out her cell phone as she stood, pressing 1 and waiting for the other end to answer.

"Bruce, my good friend, how are you? Yes all is well at the impound...yes I heard about the destruction of poor Marty's bike, how horrible. Yes, I have a quick question for you...yes did you sell to him? Three months...yes I was just confirming what Morgan had told me...what a good dealer you are. Yes, I am sending you some new clients...I will talk to you later."

She hangs up, fingering the phone. Bruce is higher up on the drug peddling business...a useful informant. He gives her information and in return she sends him lowlifes, how boring. Though, Bruce is nothing more than a pawn just like everyone else in her life, besides her sister.

She sighs, she has a feeling Marty will turn up sooner or later, buying from one of Bruce's low life pushers...if not the man will find out who sold him the drugs.

She looks back down at the Mysak estate one more time. Her brain calculating, (thinking, deducing) how this could work in her advantage. Marty and his mother are already estranged...though turning that emotional knife is always fun for her.

She looked down at her wrist, she takes a deep breath.

"Nocht comhlacht"

Her eyes go gold and her wrist starts to slice, the small cuts revealing themselves. She sucks in a breath, reveling in the pain. Her eyes are gold, the stars whisper, if only softly. They aren't telling her much right now, it is not night, and she is not totally revealed to them. She asks them where Marty is, but the only thing that is revealed is the drugs, and she can see Marty on his back...high again. She leans back, her wrist in the air, the scars clearly visible. Her door bursts open and her idiot assistant walks in unannounced.

"Ms-"

"Amanda! What did I tell you about barging into my office unannounced!"

Ana slams her hand on the table, making her poor assistant jump. Poor Amanda looks to the ground...her boss may be a massive bitch but the money far exceeds the amount of emotional trauma she receives on a daily basis...and Amanda needs this job.

"Ms. Stidolph I'm sorry-"

"Just shut up, what do you want?"

Amanda shuffles on her feet, clearly worried.

"I'm sorry Ms. Stidolph, but Mrs. Mysak is here to see you."

Ana is taken aback for a moment, but she recovers so quickly her idiot assistant doesn't even notice. "Send her in, in five minutes Amanda. Thank you."

"Yes, sorry again, Ms. Stidolph."

Morgana sits down and picks up a piece of paper, but looks at the girl over the document. "You should be Amanda."

The girl quickly scurries out, and Morgana rolls her eye.

"Folaigh"

Her wrist covers itself and a moment later Merlin's mother walks in, Morgana walks up in greeting. "Mrs. Mysak how delighted I am to see you again."

She walked through the state house doors, all those who saw her stopped to wave, acknowledging their Chief Executive. She smiles and was cordial, but the deep dark smirk always hung on her delicate features, giving her the most sinister look. Many cowered in her presence, and some walked in the other direction just to avoid her. She hated the runners, but loved the brave ones. She enters her office, her assistant is on the phone, but tells the individual to wait.

"Ms Leavey."

Her assistant sends Morgan a wicked smirk that the woman returns. Angela is her informant, and trust second, only to Morgana. The girl has spunk and the desire to rise to the top, not matter what the cost. She reminds Morgan of a younger, less intelligent version of herself. The girl hands Morgan a few notes and the Chief looks them over. She looks back at Angela, whoever is on the phone the young girl made them wait, how clever of her.

"Thank you Angela."

The assistant nods and brings the phone back to her ear and resumes her conversation. Morgan enters her office, so big, so lavish. She takes a moment to admire its beauty, all those years in school were worth it, all the manipulation has brought her here. She walks over to her desk, running her fingers over the hard wood. Her phone goes off, she can see Angela through the window, awaiting her to answer. The girl is not stupid enough to just enter her rooms no matter what.

"Yes?"

"Ms. Leavey a man is on the phone for you. Says he is Captain Steele?"

Morgan rolls her eyes, how dull. "I'm busy."

"Very good ma'am."

Angela and Morgan share a smirk through the window, what a great assistant she has. The woman makes up some excuse and gets rid of the annoying captain. Morgan goes to her computer, and starts to type away. Her database pulls up Bradley Pendleton's police profile. She read through, seems hes beyond a boy scout...how boring he is. Doesn't look like he even has a parking ticket to his name...she sighs. She looks up Lance Seger's profile. The man has a slightly harsher background, missing parents, seems to have hit a rough patch before joining the force. She smiles at the line 'terminated' in red across his police picture, she chuckles. She runs her eyes over his picture for a moment. He is handsome...but so dull.

She pushes her keypad away, annoyed. She has to find some way to control this Bradley, and if her spell is correct he and that annoying Merlin will be getting their memories back...and if this Lance character is also a reincarnate she could have even more problems. She rolls her pen between her fingers. She has a call to make, and a man to see.

"Can I get you anything to drink Mrs. Mysak?"

The woman waves her hand at Ana, a hard look carved into her features.

"Don't suck up to me Ana, I need to speak with you."

Ana nods, her smirk falling into place. Mrs. Mysak is many things, but stupid is not one of them. She had told Ana once that she was a witch and will one day burn in hell, then she had promptly tossed her whole estate onto Ana's lap, I need a witch to take care of my idiot son's mistakes. That was about a year ago, before Harriet Mysak was always seen as a happy woman, carefree and full of life. She always seemed so happy with her husband, his death had brought a hardness to the woman, and her sons rebellion didn't help Harriet's mood.

It was funny, she had been taking care of the Mysak estate for years, but it wasn't until Basil's death that Harriet started to call Ana out. She sometimes wonders if the death of her husband had made the woman a better observer of people.

"Right, well how can I help you Mrs. Mysak?"

"You can help me by staying the hell out of my idiot son's affairs. I told you if you wanted to keep me as a client you would leave that boy alone. I don't want him interfering with my business."

"I am sorry Mrs. Mysak I-"

"Don't, you are going to feed me some smooth line well just save it. I have enough to deal with. I have a feeling you have already taken over the refinancing of my estate?"

"The file only landed on my desk a few hours ago. I thought the information had just been processed."

"No, I had it process yesterday. It probably only made it to you now. I assume you will be heading the re-insuring of my assets."

"Of course, I will handle it personally."

Harriet sits back, her hands folded over her coat. Ana is a powerful woman, she knows this, and she needs her on her side. She just doesn't need Marty getting a whiff that she has brought the estate back from the disaster he left it in, and then he'll want money...or worse steal from her again. She stares out the window then slowly makes her eyes back to Ana.

Ana is sitting back, a smirk on her delicate features. She likes Harriet; she doesn't deal with the everyday BS that others put up with. She doesn't need fake smiles, not anymore. She is happy she has succeeded in bringing back the Mysak estate to its formal glory, she will be able to use such fun information later. Possibly tempt a stupid boy...what information to have.

"I assume you would like your platinum plan again?"

"Why of course. I want to buy back all the art my son stole and you had to repossess."

"Of course."

Ana scribbles away, the new policy will be a big win for Sterling-Bosch...and she just loves looking good in front of the bosses. They discuss payments and fees, prime, best options, and which pieces she would like to procure now. At the end Harriet looks at Ana's head as she scribbles away furiously, the girl may be very conniving...but she's good at what she does.

"I have a question for you Ms. Stidolph."

Ana looks up for her paper, and cocks her head to the side, a signal for the older woman to continue.

"I heard that my son got in an accident. His uncle told me, and then I caught wind that his bike had been totaled."

Ana folds her hands on the desk. Harriet did call her that night to tell her about Marty...but only to stay away from him. She wanted to know the status of Marty's bike, she wanted it back.

"Yes, the reports have it that it was totaled. We have the pictures. They returned the remains to Sterling-Bosch."

She pulls out the file from the desk and hands it to Harriet. The woman takes deep breaths as she opens the file. Her husband's bike...how many rides did they take together? She is thrown back to years before she had a son, and her and Basil would get on his bike and just ride for hours, the wind in their hair, their hearts open and young. She runs her fingers over images of that precious bike, mangled and destroyed. She runs her fingers over one picture in particular; her eyebrows scrunch up as she brings the photo up to her nose. Ana watches the woman curiously.

"What is it?"

"This isn't my husband's bike."

Ana freezes, her eyes go big. Harriet puts the photo down, and Ana eyes the woman. "Are you sure?"

The bike not being destroyed will have major consequences on whoever faked it, oh how delicious.

"Yes, on the front of the bike, on the left side near the tire Basil had carved my initials into his bike, he told me that I would always be there to protect him...as I would protect Marty whenever her rode..."

Ana's mind flies, how did she miss something like that? She takes a breath, Harriett looks at her for a moment her eyes dark. She takes a breath, putting the photo down.

"I will return the money Sterling-Bosch paid out to me for the bike, as you can see it is clearly not destroyed. I want it found Ana, and I want it returned to me...better yet give it back to my idiot son."

"Marty? Are you sure that's wise?"

She runs her fingers over the photos, she may be estranged from her son but she still loves him. Maybe her initials on that stupid bike will protect him. "Yes, and if he thinks the damn thing is destroyed...I have a feeling Gael will be calling me again."

Ana grinds her teeth for a moment, but her mask of power stays in place. She sends Harriet a dazzling smile. "Of course, I will look into who has taken it and get it returned as soon as possible."

Harriet nods and starts to walk away. She stops suddenly, and turns towards Ana.

"You know, it was funny, before the world took on this dark blanket I always thought of you as such a sweet girl, a girl that my son should date...an upgrade from the girlfriend he had at the time. Now I see you Ana...and all I can do be grateful that never happened."

Ana is rigid at the woman's words; she can only nod as Mrs. Mysak makes a quick exit, and for a moment makes the great Ana Stidolph feel very small.

Her phone goes off as she is driving. "Hello?"

Ana is on the other end, the woman sounds beyond agitated.

"Yes...so it's not his bike? How delightful!...what do you mean we have to give it back to him?...you're actually going to do as she says?...well I understand I just think we could just find it and destroy it ourselves...yes, yes I know I'll look into it...yes I looked up Lance. He seems to have a checkered past, unlike your darling brother. I don't like what I found, mainly that he seems to be good with computers...yes it was put in the police reports that he helped solved a few cases with his skills...no this could be bad depending on how good he is...we have to think strategically Ana, we have to keep them in line...haha on sister dear what language, you should know better than to feel that way. Marty will be under your boot in no time...well if you give him the bike it might provide much needed opportunity...you think your idiot brother has it? I could find out...we have a meeting tomorrow...he has no idea of my involvement yet...soon enough. I heard the Queen is now a nurse how quaint...well go on your hunt between the two of us you are better at gathering the underground I will keep my eyes open in the public sector...haha she said that? About her own son? What a woman we should keep her around..."

She slows her car and pulls to the side, sitting in her hard leather chair for a moment. "Yes, well sister I must be off. I have a man to meet and I just hate to be late...yes of course I will take care of it. Talk to you soon sister dear."

She hangs up and laughs to herself, how delicious would it be if Ana's idiot brother had the bike...what fun. Morgan wonders if there is any way to pine him with police interference...she will take care of that problem tomorrow.

Morgan steps out of her sleek black 2012 Jag with chrome trim. She pushes the lock button and smiles to herself as she walks down the pavement.