Two Weeks Ago.
Miss B sat in her office, with her head in her hands and elbows propped up onto her desk.
?You bastard.?
She started, but had probably repeated the same phrase many times over the last six hours. Several bottles of Jack Daniels that had accumulated over the night had stood tall, with a single glass holding a healthy amount to really get anyone with a working liver drunk out of their mind.
Idly, she picked it up, sipped, and placed it back onto the exact same spot.
?You? Bastard.? Her eyes opened to the revolver laying on her desk, just below her head. For a split second, she felt that horrible enough to take her own life right there and then to end it all.
?BASTARD!? Her hands went up under the desk as she stood, and with all her might flung the desk over, sending the bottles to crash and spill what was left of the JD all across the floor, lethal shards of glass now littering her office, but her outburst didn?t stop there. Next, the chair took a flight right out of the very same window that HE himself dove out of, then, she kicked her revovler right across the room.
How dare he make her think of ending her own life? This is exactly what he wants!
Panting, she tore the top-hat from her head and flung it at the wall littered with Alain?s pictures, her maddened eyes enraged to the man displayed upon the surveillance photographs.
The mass of so many photos had even started to worry the Boys; especially Hunter, for he was beginning to question his Boss?s motives. True, he?d do whatever she said or desired, but recently they were spending to much time and money on that man and they barely made love anymore. Miss B, was a sexual beast. She needed comforting. Otherwise? Only bad things would come of it, and he felt it coming his way. The whole Family, just felt it.
He even took a moment to question her sanity.
?Why!?? She screamed at the wall, her voice had risen to the point that her throat become sore.
No answer came back at her, so she repeated the question again - expecting an answer. Again and again she repeated it, now pummelling her hands against the very silent wall - kicking it, punching it, slapping - Alain?s pictures as they fell like the floating leaves off a dying tree in autumn, that was shutting down for the winter. No matter how hard she hit the wall, she still didn?t the reply she was looking for.
Quickly, she seemed calm down. Like someone had flicked a switch in her brain.
Miss B sunk onto her knees, whimpering; shivering, crying.
That single image of Alain, flashing through her mind. Her savour. She had been smitten by him once before during their first time - that wonderful time, a time she didn?t want to admit to even her stubborn self that she had indeed, fallen for him in that instance.
But Alain saving her? That image.
That one, image.
That?s all she could think about.
Miss B sat in her office, with her head in her hands and elbows propped up onto her desk.
?You bastard.?
She started, but had probably repeated the same phrase many times over the last six hours. Several bottles of Jack Daniels that had accumulated over the night had stood tall, with a single glass holding a healthy amount to really get anyone with a working liver drunk out of their mind.
Idly, she picked it up, sipped, and placed it back onto the exact same spot.
?You? Bastard.? Her eyes opened to the revolver laying on her desk, just below her head. For a split second, she felt that horrible enough to take her own life right there and then to end it all.
?BASTARD!? Her hands went up under the desk as she stood, and with all her might flung the desk over, sending the bottles to crash and spill what was left of the JD all across the floor, lethal shards of glass now littering her office, but her outburst didn?t stop there. Next, the chair took a flight right out of the very same window that HE himself dove out of, then, she kicked her revovler right across the room.
How dare he make her think of ending her own life? This is exactly what he wants!
Panting, she tore the top-hat from her head and flung it at the wall littered with Alain?s pictures, her maddened eyes enraged to the man displayed upon the surveillance photographs.
The mass of so many photos had even started to worry the Boys; especially Hunter, for he was beginning to question his Boss?s motives. True, he?d do whatever she said or desired, but recently they were spending to much time and money on that man and they barely made love anymore. Miss B, was a sexual beast. She needed comforting. Otherwise? Only bad things would come of it, and he felt it coming his way. The whole Family, just felt it.
He even took a moment to question her sanity.
?Why!?? She screamed at the wall, her voice had risen to the point that her throat become sore.
No answer came back at her, so she repeated the question again - expecting an answer. Again and again she repeated it, now pummelling her hands against the very silent wall - kicking it, punching it, slapping - Alain?s pictures as they fell like the floating leaves off a dying tree in autumn, that was shutting down for the winter. No matter how hard she hit the wall, she still didn?t the reply she was looking for.
Quickly, she seemed calm down. Like someone had flicked a switch in her brain.
Miss B sunk onto her knees, whimpering; shivering, crying.
That single image of Alain, flashing through her mind. Her savour. She had been smitten by him once before during their first time - that wonderful time, a time she didn?t want to admit to even her stubborn self that she had indeed, fallen for him in that instance.
But Alain saving her? That image.
That one, image.
That?s all she could think about.