The woman's hand, decorated with rings, was squeezing the sides of her throat; the gun stuffed in the blondes mouth. Breathy whimpers slipping past her lips, and mascara dripping down her puffy, red cheeks.
Renata tittered, her haughty tugging the...
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Renata browsed through her social media feed, though as usual it was dead or filled with her close confidants partying and living up their life.
She never ever experienced FOMO when seeing those type of photos, mainly because she had never bothered about thinking of those activities - she had her own tight circle to do those things with. If she had to choose between being coked out at 3am in the club, or being at work and dealing with incompetent people, she'd always choose the second option.
There was something about murdering those who made her mad appealing, in a way, it was liberating to feel the power she had over someone's life. She got to choose their fate, and decide what was going to happen to them.
So when she said to Magnolia about her Grandma's passing, she should of felt the power she had over the dumb blonde in believing something so ridiculous - but how come, a day later, she felt guilty?
Guilt for lying about her dead Grandma, all because she couldn't swallow her pride and had to make it about herself.
But why would she feel guilty about that? Magnolia is just an obsession, a fascination, something she desires to experience more of. Conflict and and confusion were etched on her face and made her utterly weary of what is transpiring.
Though now was not the time to dwell on that, it was a problem for another day. Now, she has to focus on finding the said 'rat' within the gang. Her eyes scanned around her busy tech crew, evident in the fact that they are working their arses off to tap into every phone they can reach and look for any sort of slip ups.
"Have we got anything yet?" She bellowed, her voice resulting in silence from those talking amongst each other and the tapping of the keyboard. Everyone remained quiet, unsure on how she could react after days of reading through nearly all of the data and messages - they hadn't even started on the phone calls yet as they were still going through messages.
Will rubbed a hand down his face, exhausted from the days of research and lack of sleep, the caffeine was no longer proving to be effective. "No ma'am, we're still trying to tap into many phones and we've only had the chance to start on the messages."
Her glare sharpened at him, her eyes watching as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down - swallowing the fear and giving her the information was usually never a problem for Will - but right now he could see the anger that resonated on her stone cold features, shifting in his seat uncomfortably.
Renata said nothing, the tension in the room grew and the longer they waited for their boss to say something, anything, the more on edge everyone felt.
"Go and get some rest everyone. I want you back here tomorrow, working your asses off, I want some new information within the next few days. The longer we wait the more chaos could unravel."
With that, everyone went back to their desks to pack up and began filtering out of the room, finally being able to release a breath of relieve as the tension fizzled away.
