Chapter 26
The others had their jobs to do, it was fun for them, Sako had a new target like a widow spider with a moth in her web; she had a new identity and the paperwork that came with it. She was used to doing it all herself but a very pretty faced American man had gone through all the trouble to give her the paperwork. Saving her time and she was prepped, she had been playing this man for quite some time like a fiddle, she had done it for fun but once she joined the league with her sister, she came to see just how big and important their plans were, so she took it seriously. She was to be the 'face' not known to authorities and one of multiple identities and many riches she was to be the one who could walk around in the day light, make transactions and so on, hence why she was the young entrepreneur who bought the old hotel and done it up as a front while in reality it was the LOV headquarters and new main base with everything they wanted and needed. She had not had the opportunity to meet anyone except John Smith, Dabi and Giran however she was informed that there was many more.
She was now married with a large ring on her finger, some older rich man the one she had played had finally said I love you and put a ring on her finger along with no preen up and they were over in Paris for their honeymoon. She sighed rolling her eyes when he looked away to pull out a surprise he had for her. He was in his late 70's and as much as she cringed, she could be with an old man if it meant her success. She pulled on her beautiful smile when he pulled out a box, one she knew would be clothing, based on the look of it, she would guess sexy under garments.
They were in their very nice hotel suite, top of the range with the closest view of the Eiffel tower and with the open doors to the balcony and a little romantic sitting area set up for them to sip their Champaign and eat strawberries dipped in chocolate. When asked where to have their honey moon she had chosen this place because it was the easiest for her to leave from, she had a few other identities here, including a jet of her own and also she liked to shop here.
She had to act the role, she fixed her short black bob of a wig, her make up still on, turns out he had gotten a very sexy black and lacy corset and leggings with bow straps and all, she even had the lace gloves that went up her arms and the mask to finish it all off. She schooled herself, hating this part, she drank a little more alcohol to try and loosen herself up in more ways than one and stepped out into the bedroom standing against the door frame suggestively, he stood in only his maroon silk pants his eyes looking exciting as he took her in. He paused his eyes going wider and wider, she was a little confused as she looked behind her thinking he saw something behind her but nothing was there, she turned back to see him gagging and gripping his chest and falling back onto the bed behind him. She stood simply watching him, as he made the most disgusting sounds and slowly went limp, she was a little shocked but smirked "well talk about my luck being up," she made her way over to him feeling his wrist to feel nothing, then his neck and finally putting her finger under his nose to see if she felt air escape it but nothing. She smiled all too happy, but now she had to play a bigger part; the distraught newly-wed wife, she grabbed her eye drops, dosing her eyes and pulling on the matching black nightgown, she picked up the phone and calling the front desk.
"Hello, how may…" "Someone please call for help, my husband is not getting up and he isn't responding, please get the ambulance," "please come down ma' me, what room are you in?" "Room 254 hurry please," she hung up ceasing her rushed panicked sad voice, she had their items still in their bags, choosing not to unpack, regardless the night was going to end this way.
She sat back with her glasses covering her face, sitting in the back of the Rolls Royce, as it drove onto the tarmac, her lawyer sitting with her on the commute as they filled out paperwork and sent it off so her late husband's riches would be hers. Of course he was in on it, he got a cut for his hard work, the two finished up just as the door was opened to an awaiting set up jet with the stairway waiting for her to get aboard, she signed it and passed it off "lovely doing business as always," "have a wonderful flight Mrs Tsukauchi."
With her husband pronounced dead at the hotel she had only had to get him prepped to be sent back to Japan to be buried, he had no family but she wanted to uphold the image she was playing. She looked down to her alias's bank account, it was well and truly enough to support herself and her new family with any endeavour they had, she sent it into multiple off shore accounts, she didn't need it traced.