CRIMSON 🩸

OUTWITTED

New York. Never gets old. I sip my iced coffee as I talk with a newspaper company as an anonymous person providing them the information that Carlos Garcia's son slept with his shareholders daughter when she was drunk and unaware.

With me doing so Mr Dawson Black would definitely back out from the shareholders association that Carlos set up for his gluttonous needs ,as he is very protective of his daughter.

I finish sending the evidence and stretch.

I will tear you apart piece by piece until there is nothing left tear. Carlos Garcia, watch me take everything you deem dear.

"Hey, I'm Alicia Hale I'm supposed to take over for shareen" I smiled to the lady at the bar.

I made arrangements for Shareen to be substituted by me at the Carnegie Club, and yes it's a fake identity and a wig.

"Oh hi, I'm Sidney. I have been told about it , although the manager isn't currently here I'm sure you know you'll be substituting Shareen on Saturday night , mind I tell you we have very important guests" she explained.

"Sure , I have everything covered" I assured. We continue discussing until evening. As soon as I step out of Carnegie Club, I look at one of the big screens and bingo. Serios Garcia son of Carlos Garcia sleeps with one of fathers shareholders daughter while she was unaware and vulnerable. News of this was everywhere and I meant it.

Poor Carlos, he must be stressed. Overnight Carlos looses billions of Dollars as Mr Black not only pulled out but so did 3 shareholders causing Carlos a serious backlash and stocks to plummet.

Saturday night approaches and I jump into role of a substitute waitress. I wait for fucking 2 hours and my shift is almost over and Carlos walks in with some people.

"Umm Sidney should I ask them what they want or do they have a usual?"I asked. " Oh they do have a usual, Scotch extra bitter. I'll get it ready" she said springing into action and making their drinks. Oh ama feel bad for her. I wait until she finishes and I grab the tray with 3 glasses of scotch.

Hm, should I poison 1 or poison them all, afterall those men accompanying him are not better than him. Their abused wife's should thank me for the gift of sending them dead husbands home.

I take the bottle of Cyanide and poison all three glasses. " Good evening sirs, your orders are ready. Your order this evening is done by the best and I assure you this Scotch is better than the ones you've had. If you need anything please let me know" I said pleasantly with a smile. The three men look at me,  "oh really?” Carlos asked and took a sip.

"It really is better than the ones I've had before", such a foolish man. "Are you new here I haven't seen you before yet you look somewhat familiar" he said studying me as his dirty eyes wandered my body disgustingly slow.

"I am just substituting for one of the employees. Maybe....you do know me, perhaps you don't, or I may have familiar features"I suggested, I see his mouth move possibly wanting to engage in a conversation, but what's the use talking to a dead corpse.

"Excuse me gentlemen, I have other customers to attend to. Hope you have a splendid evening".

I quickly walk out the back door, I call John, our family's hacker. "it's done. Wipe the footage." I order and end the call. I unzip my bag and wore my hood.

"I wonder who is unfortunate to be killed by you this time" I hear a voice taunt and my head snapped. Dane Romano. And I fucking run.

There are 3 things in my head, FUCK FUCK FUCK.

It's a dead end.