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You will never be the same.
She never needed to prepare when she was given a job by the committee. She always knew what to do yet never seemed over-confident. Before the large, embroidered ballroom doors opened, she smoothened the ends of her long black satin dress and made sure the slit was visible.
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𓆣𓆣𓆣𓆣𓆣𓆣𓆣𓆣𓆣𓆣𓆣𓆣𓆣𓆣𓆣𓆣𓆣𓆣𓆣𓆣𓆣𓆣
She strode in the room like she owned it. The music and chatter overcame it yet the click-clacking of her shoes could still be heard. The blatant luxurious ballroom, was filled with good-looking and not so good-looking but well dressed modern aristocrats, business men, people who put the V-I in VIP and star studded celebrities. Yet danger was still looming.
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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・
All eyes were on her yet she only saw one. Her target. Her prey in a field of grass. She immediately spotted her. The gorgeous, diamond studded woman with a luscious black afro, surrounded by the most obnoxious yet sophisticated men vying for her attention. She could recognise her by her unique and elegant fashion sense. An emerald dress with panthers printed on it. It fit her like a glove.
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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
Before she could head for her target she was stopped in her tracks.
"Saph, what a pleasant surprise", the deep British accented man said.
"I specifically told you not to interrupt me on a job, Lesley. Can I not trust you to listen to what I tell you?"
Lesley held two glasses of scotch on the rocks and handed one to Sapphire. She reluctantly accepted.
"I can't let my partner stay parched on the job, can I? Especially since I finished my work an hour ago. How competent can I be?"
Sapphire rolled her eyes, "You aren't my partner."
Lesley smirked, "Yeah well, I'll let you get back to the poor soul's life you're going to ruin today. Cheers."
He clinked glasses with and annoyed Sapphire and walked away. To the next wide-eyed gold digger he crossed paths with next she presumed.
She immediately started towards her target. As she locked eyes with the woman, the men crowding around her, attempting to woo her with their mediocre shares and vintage car collections, slowly backed away as they saw Sapphire. It was fear, they all knew who she was, what she could do to them. The woman didn't seem to know though.
"Amara Stallone, Yes? "
"Who's asking?"
Her deep brown eyes searched Sapphires green ones.
"Greene, Jane Greene. I have a proposition for you."
