FP, Tom, and Alice sat in the second floor parlor at the petite mahogany round table while they waited for Hiram and Hermione to join them. The three of them had separate things running through their heads after the encounter they had just witnessed.

Alice just tried her best to forget it even happened, knowing that if she did not, she would burst with the information at any moment after leaving Lodge Manor that afternoon. Or even worse….she would write an article about it in the Riverdale Register, the newspaper she'd owned with her, now, ex-husband. She now owned the paper by herself, so she wouldn't have to ask anyone's permission to publish that paper. Which is not necessarily a good thing.

If this were any other couple, Alice would not even hesitate to spread the news of the supposed threeway relations being had with their maid. But this was the Lodges. There were two reasons why Alice now wished she had never learned of the secret they'd been keeping from the outside world. One...Hermione was once her very best friend. And a part of Alice always hoped she'd one day get her back. That would most definitely not happen if it was Alice's word that had begun the outpouring of such private information between her and Hiram. And two...she knew never to make a complete fool of Hiram Lodge. At least not publicly. There were rumors after he had moved to New York to take over his father's business that he had become a very dangerous man and there was even a possibility that he was somehow connected to the mafia. Sure, they were just rumors, so others never bat an eyelash around him, but Alice….Oh, she knew differently. After growing up with him in Riverdale and going to school with him….She could tell that those "rumors" most definitely seemed to hold some truth to them.

FP, however, had only been wondering three things in that parlor after gaining the knowledge of Hiram, Hermione, and their new maid, Sierra. One...how did that even begin? Could Sierra have approached Hiram? Or vice versa? Or did Hermione mention it to Hiram and they agreed to come onto Sierra together? Was it just a one time thing? Or did this happen often with other Lodge Manor employees? Or was it something Sierra had done just to get the job? Maybe Hermione really did have mistresses and Sierra was intended to be a new one, but Hiram caught them and decided to join.

Halfway through these thoughts, FP had decided to move on from such uncomfortable images and he began to wonder what it was that Hiram and Hermione could want with him. Sure, Alice was a journalist and the new owner of Riverdale's newspaper. She basically had the influence of the whole town in her hands. Tom was the sheriff of the police department. He had the law of the whole town in his hands. They both could be useful. But FP? He felt like he was nothing special. He was the leader of the Serpents, but what could he possibly do to help such a successful and wealthy business tycoon? He looked around at the parlor they sat in. The elegant tapestries, the beautifully hand-carved fireplace, the ungodly expensive decor, everything in just this one room was worth more than his trailer, truck, and life combined. He looked at Alice and began to wonder the third thing...Was seeing this place possibly going to move her farther away from wanting to move in with him? The longer he stayed in Lodge Manor...the smaller FP began to feel.

Tom only had one thing on his mind….Sierra.

Soon, the door to the parlor had opened and Hermione stepped in wearing a dark purple, long sleeve polycotton fabric dress made by Coco Chanel that hung just above her ankles. It was quite loose around her shoulders and chest, in fact, seeming a bit large for her physique, but it was made to look so. She wore a long chain of pearls that hung around her neck, falling all the way to her belly button and her silky brown hair was curled and pinned to one side. A heavily beaded headband rested upon it, almost like a loose crown. Her T-strap heels were made of faux-leather, painted in dark shades of blue and white. Hiram entered close behind her in a nice polyrayon suit that was almost purple in color to unintentionally match his wife.

"Sorry we're a bit tardy." Hiram said, stepping in with his hands in his pockets. He followed Hermione right to her chair and he pulled it out for her to sit in.

Hermione immediately crossed one leg over the opposite knee, smiling at Alice beside her. "Damn my husband for spoiling me!" She said in an upbeat tone with a grin. "Hiram's bought me so many dresses, it's difficult to choose what to wear everyday." She chuckled, suggesting that what made them late was her indecisiveness on what to wear. FP rolled his eyes as she joked about having problems because she had too much money. "Hiram. Sit, amor. You know I hate it when you stand while I'm sitting." She gestured toward the empty chair across from her.

Hiram, still standing next to Hermione's chair, looked down at her with a small grin. "I know, mi vida. I was just about to get cigars for us men." He took Hermione's hand, kissing the back of it before looking at Alice, about to do the same, but the blonde averted her eyes from his with her nose, mostly metaphorically, in the air and he internally sighed before going over to the cabinet near the wall by the large windows on the other side of the room. He opened a small decoupage box that rested on top of the cabinet, removing three cuban cigars, the best of the best, and he closed it, clipping the ends of the thick and brown sweet-smelling belvederes.

"Why are we here?" FP finally asked.

"We'll get to that." Hiram said, returning to the small table and handing a cigar to both Tom and FP. He finally sat in his own chair, Hermione instantly feeling relieved and more confident, straightening her posture immediately as if to try and remain at his level.

"Why don't we just cut to the chase and you tell us now?" Alice demanded. "We all know you're not the type to actually care about catching up with old pals, so just tell us what you need us for and we'll let you know if we're in or out. So….Talk."

Hiram and Hermione couldn't help but smirk a little, sending each other eyes across the table. Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but before any sound could come out, the parlor door opened and Sierra brought the tray of their food in. She kept her eyes on the tray in her hands in order not to drop it, causing her to miss the heart eyes Sheriff Keller was sending her way.

She brought the tray over to the table, setting it in the center before placing each plate in front of everyone around the table and removing the tray from it. She walked over to the cabinet Hiram had received the cigars from and set the tray on top of it. "I will be back with your tea." She said when she finally turned to look at them, her brown eyes accidentally meeting Tom's blue ones across the room.

Tom softly smiled, knowing that she had finally noticed him and his heart jumped a little as Sierra's long eyelashes fluttered while she blinked and her eyes looked down to the floor, passing the table and heading toward the door.

"Thank you, Sierra." Hermione said genuinely.

"Thank you." Tom said in a softer tone immediately after her. His attempt at hiding any thoughts he may have for her was clearly nonexistent and the other two couples exchanged little glances at the sheriff's behavior.

FP and Alice exchanged looks of confusion as Hiram and Hermione both smirked at each other before Hermione smiled down at her lap and Hiram softly cleared his throat.

"Alright, Alice….You wanted us to talk…"

A/N: I know. That is such a horrible place to end the chapter, but the chapter was already running long, so I thought I'd treat this like a TV show here and leave you on a terrible cliff hanger. Lol I hope you guys liked the chapter. Let me know in the comments/reviews section and I'll update as soon as I possibly can. Love you all. MWAH!