Yay! Another chapter!! ^_^ I swear, there WILL be more plot in this chapter, it WON'T just be Amy and Zack
flirting with each other (although in all likelihood that will happen too ^_~)...THANKS TO THOSE WHO HAVE
REVIEWED!!
As usual, all disclaimers apply. Blah.
Now, without further nonsense, I present Chapter 7!!
~Thalia
* * *
Beryl was on cloud nine whenever she thought of her current life. She had once written a long rant about her
unrequited love for the tall, dark and handsome Darien White. She'd seen him in a magazine section about
"Hottest execs", and had fallen in love. She was sure that she was in love, that it wasn't just a crush, because
there was just something in his eyes that drew her like the moon drew water. Then, one day, she met this really
well-dressed gentleman with silvery lavender hair, who had taken her out to dinner at an expensive dinner, given
her champagne to drink, and then taken her to the mall, a fancy salon, and a spa. She'd lived in a trailer park all
her 17 years of life: never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that someone would treat her like a princess.
The guy introduced himself as Dominic, and his gentlemanly manner and the alcohol she had drank, she'd started
talking about how she was in love with Darien White, and started crying. The man had then hugged her and
comforted her, telling her that she was beautiful and desirable, and the only reason that Darien was married to
another woman was because he had no idea that someone as lovely as her existed. He had provided her with
anything she needed and wanted, and even provided her, free of charge, all of the fixes she wanted, and it was
damn good dope too...not some shit mixed with baking soda or powdered sugar that peddlers often scammed
her with.
And not only that, he even wanted to help her get Darien! He told her that that little bitch, Darien's wife, had a
someone protecting her, because she knew that she was an ugly hag and that many beautiful women like Beryl
would want to kill her like she so deserved. But, since she'd met him before at a business conference, he could
not go himself to find out who was protecting her, because her protector would know what he looked like and
then kill him. But she, since Darien's wife had never seen her before, could be safe. She would be his spy, and
then he would use the information she provided and get rid of Darien's wife, just for her! Then, Darien would be
free for her taking! Beryl smiled, her eyes bleary and glazed as the high from the heroin she just snorted kicked
in. Life was just wonderful! Not only did she have a rich, sweet, powerful man as her ally, who gave her any and
every little thing she wanted, she would soon have the man she was in love with, and she was even involved in
a glamorous mission! She remembered once when she was at a friend's house, they had watched a movie called
James Bond, and in it there had been beautiful, sophisticated women who had helped him with his mission. Beryl
giggled hysterically. She had the opportunity of a lifetime! What girl had a chance to be a "Bond girl", to work on
secret missions? Boy, in twenty years, what a story she would have to tell her kids--her and Darien's kids...
~ ~ ~
A week later, once again Serena and Amy and Darien and Zack were going to meet downstairs in the lobby to go
to lunch. Serena and Amy were already waiting in the lobby, chatting light-heartedly about the latest Biomedical
research, when Darien and Zack, along with Anila, stepped out of the elevator. Serena and Amy quickly went to
the elevator to greet them. As usual, Serena and Darien greeted each other with an affectionate hug and kiss,
and Zack, with an impudent wink, grabbed Amy around the waist and twirled her around before tightening his
arms around her in a warm, possessive embrace, then kissed her with surprising gentleness. Amy returned his
kiss, then blushed crimson as Anila, standing close by, started chortling.
"To think that I'd see a second pair of people as besotted with each other as Serena and Darien." She smirked.
Meanwhile, Zack noticed, watching them intently, a redheaded girl of no more than 18. She was definitely not
an assassin: she looked too nervous and untrained. But it was quite possible that she was a spy. In which case,
the only thing to do was to act like any other employee couple. Drawing Amy close, he whispered what he saw
to her, and she gave a tiny nod of agreement. Then, continued to talk nonchalantly to Serena about work, and
make small talk with the tomboyish Anila. They decided not to pursue the potential spy, which would certainly
alert Demando.
Beryl watched it all going on from the other end of the lobby, close to the pay phone. She watched silently as
the five went to the cafeteria for lunch, then called Dominic on the cell phone that he had given her to tell him
what she saw.
~ ~ ~
"So, my dear Beryl, exactly what did you see?" Demando prided himself on his ability to keep his voice smooth
and unruffled no matter what he was feeling. The girl, although she had her advantages, was getting to be a
pest. Fancying herself some sort of Bond girl or something similarly ridiculous...but she was able to provide some
rather interesting information...
"So, yeah, like, that bitch Darien's wife and this other lady who works with her wait in the lobby for Darien and
that lady's husband to join them for lunch, and the two guys come, but you know what? Like, I noticed a really
strange thing."
"Oh, and what might that strange thing be?" Demando continued asking her.
"Well, like, there's this lone guy there, he's, like, rather pretty-boy-lookin' ya know what I mean? He came out
with Darien and the other guy, that lady's husband."
"Oh! Is that so? Pretty boy looking? Describe him." So it was most likely one of Artemis Cato's goons. Now, as
soon as Beryl described him, he would be able to figure out which one it was.
"Well, he was, like, tall, and smirked at the others, and said something that I didn't hear, cuz I was too far away
from them, but, you know, I thought that I should have been far away, because, otherwise, they would, like,
see me or something, you know?"
"Yes, yes, I know. But, more about the guy, what color was his hair? His eyes?"
"Well, it was kinda hard to see his eyecolor from far away, but I think they were blue, and he had short, sandy
blonde hair."
"I see." Demando allowed a sadistic smile to come onto his face. Agent Jadeite, the blasted, arrogant agent who
killed his right-hand-man Saffir. Not that Saffir had been able to tell the story, but Agent Jadeite had by mistake
been careless and allowed a hair of his to be left behind at the scene of the crime. A hair that Demando had had
collected. After extensive tests and research, Demando was able to acquire considerable information about that
particular Agent. Information which would be highly useful right now. "Thank you, Beryl. You have done well."
"Thanks, Dominic." Beryl giggled. "D'ya think that I can be a Bond girl? D'ya think I'm pretty and smart enough?"
"Of course you are, my dear." Dominic gave a sarcastic smirk that could not be detected through his voice. "Now
I shall have my limo come to pick you up, and give you your fix. I'm sorry that you couldn't get that this morning
but you know that Darien's company is a biomedical company and if you try to go in smelling like drugs, Darien's
wife would call security."
"Yeah, I know. I'll be waiting at the door then. Peace out!" Beryl turned off the phone and walked to the door. A
short while later, a limo showed up, and she climbed in. The driver handed her a small bag of white powder, and,
as Demando had ordered, waited for her to snort the drug, then drove off.
When the limo had reached Demando's secret hideout, Beryl was dead in the backseat. She had inhaled, not the
usual heroin, but powdered and purified Ethyl Nitrite, a fatal inhalation poison.
* * *
'K, that was the end of that chapter. Sorry to fluff-addicts, there was not much of that in this chapter. But!! I
can't ALWAYS write plotless fluff! There will probably be more fluff in the next chapter...
As always, REVIEW!!! The more reviews, the happier I am, and the faster I can whip out these chapters^.^
Besides, with your reviews, I can know more what you want to see ^.^ So, click that little box at the bottom of
the page!!!
~Til next we meet,
Thalia
flirting with each other (although in all likelihood that will happen too ^_~)...THANKS TO THOSE WHO HAVE
REVIEWED!!
As usual, all disclaimers apply. Blah.
Now, without further nonsense, I present Chapter 7!!
~Thalia
* * *
Beryl was on cloud nine whenever she thought of her current life. She had once written a long rant about her
unrequited love for the tall, dark and handsome Darien White. She'd seen him in a magazine section about
"Hottest execs", and had fallen in love. She was sure that she was in love, that it wasn't just a crush, because
there was just something in his eyes that drew her like the moon drew water. Then, one day, she met this really
well-dressed gentleman with silvery lavender hair, who had taken her out to dinner at an expensive dinner, given
her champagne to drink, and then taken her to the mall, a fancy salon, and a spa. She'd lived in a trailer park all
her 17 years of life: never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that someone would treat her like a princess.
The guy introduced himself as Dominic, and his gentlemanly manner and the alcohol she had drank, she'd started
talking about how she was in love with Darien White, and started crying. The man had then hugged her and
comforted her, telling her that she was beautiful and desirable, and the only reason that Darien was married to
another woman was because he had no idea that someone as lovely as her existed. He had provided her with
anything she needed and wanted, and even provided her, free of charge, all of the fixes she wanted, and it was
damn good dope too...not some shit mixed with baking soda or powdered sugar that peddlers often scammed
her with.
And not only that, he even wanted to help her get Darien! He told her that that little bitch, Darien's wife, had a
someone protecting her, because she knew that she was an ugly hag and that many beautiful women like Beryl
would want to kill her like she so deserved. But, since she'd met him before at a business conference, he could
not go himself to find out who was protecting her, because her protector would know what he looked like and
then kill him. But she, since Darien's wife had never seen her before, could be safe. She would be his spy, and
then he would use the information she provided and get rid of Darien's wife, just for her! Then, Darien would be
free for her taking! Beryl smiled, her eyes bleary and glazed as the high from the heroin she just snorted kicked
in. Life was just wonderful! Not only did she have a rich, sweet, powerful man as her ally, who gave her any and
every little thing she wanted, she would soon have the man she was in love with, and she was even involved in
a glamorous mission! She remembered once when she was at a friend's house, they had watched a movie called
James Bond, and in it there had been beautiful, sophisticated women who had helped him with his mission. Beryl
giggled hysterically. She had the opportunity of a lifetime! What girl had a chance to be a "Bond girl", to work on
secret missions? Boy, in twenty years, what a story she would have to tell her kids--her and Darien's kids...
~ ~ ~
A week later, once again Serena and Amy and Darien and Zack were going to meet downstairs in the lobby to go
to lunch. Serena and Amy were already waiting in the lobby, chatting light-heartedly about the latest Biomedical
research, when Darien and Zack, along with Anila, stepped out of the elevator. Serena and Amy quickly went to
the elevator to greet them. As usual, Serena and Darien greeted each other with an affectionate hug and kiss,
and Zack, with an impudent wink, grabbed Amy around the waist and twirled her around before tightening his
arms around her in a warm, possessive embrace, then kissed her with surprising gentleness. Amy returned his
kiss, then blushed crimson as Anila, standing close by, started chortling.
"To think that I'd see a second pair of people as besotted with each other as Serena and Darien." She smirked.
Meanwhile, Zack noticed, watching them intently, a redheaded girl of no more than 18. She was definitely not
an assassin: she looked too nervous and untrained. But it was quite possible that she was a spy. In which case,
the only thing to do was to act like any other employee couple. Drawing Amy close, he whispered what he saw
to her, and she gave a tiny nod of agreement. Then, continued to talk nonchalantly to Serena about work, and
make small talk with the tomboyish Anila. They decided not to pursue the potential spy, which would certainly
alert Demando.
Beryl watched it all going on from the other end of the lobby, close to the pay phone. She watched silently as
the five went to the cafeteria for lunch, then called Dominic on the cell phone that he had given her to tell him
what she saw.
~ ~ ~
"So, my dear Beryl, exactly what did you see?" Demando prided himself on his ability to keep his voice smooth
and unruffled no matter what he was feeling. The girl, although she had her advantages, was getting to be a
pest. Fancying herself some sort of Bond girl or something similarly ridiculous...but she was able to provide some
rather interesting information...
"So, yeah, like, that bitch Darien's wife and this other lady who works with her wait in the lobby for Darien and
that lady's husband to join them for lunch, and the two guys come, but you know what? Like, I noticed a really
strange thing."
"Oh, and what might that strange thing be?" Demando continued asking her.
"Well, like, there's this lone guy there, he's, like, rather pretty-boy-lookin' ya know what I mean? He came out
with Darien and the other guy, that lady's husband."
"Oh! Is that so? Pretty boy looking? Describe him." So it was most likely one of Artemis Cato's goons. Now, as
soon as Beryl described him, he would be able to figure out which one it was.
"Well, he was, like, tall, and smirked at the others, and said something that I didn't hear, cuz I was too far away
from them, but, you know, I thought that I should have been far away, because, otherwise, they would, like,
see me or something, you know?"
"Yes, yes, I know. But, more about the guy, what color was his hair? His eyes?"
"Well, it was kinda hard to see his eyecolor from far away, but I think they were blue, and he had short, sandy
blonde hair."
"I see." Demando allowed a sadistic smile to come onto his face. Agent Jadeite, the blasted, arrogant agent who
killed his right-hand-man Saffir. Not that Saffir had been able to tell the story, but Agent Jadeite had by mistake
been careless and allowed a hair of his to be left behind at the scene of the crime. A hair that Demando had had
collected. After extensive tests and research, Demando was able to acquire considerable information about that
particular Agent. Information which would be highly useful right now. "Thank you, Beryl. You have done well."
"Thanks, Dominic." Beryl giggled. "D'ya think that I can be a Bond girl? D'ya think I'm pretty and smart enough?"
"Of course you are, my dear." Dominic gave a sarcastic smirk that could not be detected through his voice. "Now
I shall have my limo come to pick you up, and give you your fix. I'm sorry that you couldn't get that this morning
but you know that Darien's company is a biomedical company and if you try to go in smelling like drugs, Darien's
wife would call security."
"Yeah, I know. I'll be waiting at the door then. Peace out!" Beryl turned off the phone and walked to the door. A
short while later, a limo showed up, and she climbed in. The driver handed her a small bag of white powder, and,
as Demando had ordered, waited for her to snort the drug, then drove off.
When the limo had reached Demando's secret hideout, Beryl was dead in the backseat. She had inhaled, not the
usual heroin, but powdered and purified Ethyl Nitrite, a fatal inhalation poison.
* * *
'K, that was the end of that chapter. Sorry to fluff-addicts, there was not much of that in this chapter. But!! I
can't ALWAYS write plotless fluff! There will probably be more fluff in the next chapter...
As always, REVIEW!!! The more reviews, the happier I am, and the faster I can whip out these chapters^.^
Besides, with your reviews, I can know more what you want to see ^.^ So, click that little box at the bottom of
the page!!!
~Til next we meet,
Thalia