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Epilogue
"Smith? Look, I have a job for you."
"What is it?"
"Due to hurricans in the South Pacific ocean, airplanes are not allowed to take off."
"I'm aware, Sir."
"That's why Carole Hudson-Hummel and Burt Hummel took their yacht to get to the US."
"And what do you want me to do?"
"I want you to manipulate that yacht. Manipulate it so that it will sink. And let it look like an accident. Make sure that these people never arrive at their destination."
"Are you sure, Sir?"
"Just do what I pay you for. You know how high your reward will be."
"Of course, Sir. I'm gonna send my best men to the Fijis. Have a good day."
Contended, the client hung up. He smiled deviously. "Good. Everything goes according to plan." He looked at the photo of a woman on his desk, caressing her face. "Are you proud of me, darling? Very soon, everything will be mine. Believe me, I will make sure of that."
He leaned back and took a sip of his Scotch, smirking diabolically.
Mercedes felt like a criminal. She was about to ditch school, pretending she was sick.
She looked over to the clock on the wall of the café and back to the cappuccino in front of her. The minutes seemed to pass so slowly.
She had never felt so criminal, not even when she stole the cookies from the porcelain box when she was seven and buried the empty box in their garden, watching her mom search for it in the entire house.
The bad conscience couldn't be compared to what she was about to do. This time, she really did something forbidden.
The excitement made her bounce up and down a bit on her chair. Maybe the coffee had been a bad choice. Now, she was even more hyper.
Ten minutes left.
Mercedes wondered how she could tolerate that any longer. She considered to leave the coffee shop and return after thirteen minutes, pretending she just arrived. But that would be too much.
Five minutes.
What this excitement was doing to her was crazy.
Normally she was a calm person. Normally, she didn't skip classes behind the back of her parents to meet a boy she didn't even know that much.
Absentmindedly, she looked at the pamphlets of scholarships for colleges in front of her.
The bell of the shop rang, and she looked up. Her heart skipped a beat.
He really came.
He looked over to her and Mercedes waved her hand. He smiled at her.
Slowly, he walked over to her.
He was not wearing his school uniform, but a biker jacket with a grey shirt and dark jeans. He looked totally gorgeous whatever he wore.
His smile didn't disappear when he sat down on the opposite of her.
Mercedes' heart raced. There was so much darkness in his glance she wanted to fathom. So much she was going to fathom.
"Good morning, Mercedes", Sam Evans said, winking.
Mercedes beamed at him. But for now, baby steps would do as well.
A/N: Did Finn really give the photos to Figgins? Who testified against Rachel? Will she be able to graduate anyway? What will Blaine do now that he lost his job? Can you imagine who that guy was who engaged that contract killer? And what is the matter with the secrecy of Mercedes and Sam?
So many open questions which will be answered in "High (School) Society III", the last part of the McKinley-Academy-Series.
Bye for now and stay tuned...
xoxo your princess