Friday
After Audrey's meaningless visit the day before, they ultimately came to an understanding that as long as she was with Damon, there was a very slim chance of her and Genesis being as close as they used to. Call Genesis selfish, but she was used to things being hers and hers only.
It had been a long while since Genesis had worn the tight, black, leather jumpsuit and coordinating mask. She secured the buckles on her boots and took a lengthy look in the mirror. Now that she thought about it, the outfit really complimented her figure and brought out the green in her eyes. Dare she say, she missed this version of herself - she missed Harmonie. Nevertheless, if she wasn't careful she could mistakenly become addicted to the lifestyle once again.
Her wristwatch read two thirty pm. Jazmine would have left for her hair appointment fifteen minutes ago and Tyler wouldn't finish work until six today. It was time.
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Genesis had parked her silver Aston Martin a few doors down the road. Mounting the fence of some rich family's home, she used the small dirt lane behind their house to get to Jazmine's mansion. Obviously, the family just had to have dogs (three Rottweilers to be specific) - Genesis rolled her eyes. She should probably have started going to the gym again, the way those mongrels left her out of breath was a reason for concern. In her line of work, it was essential that she was fit and ready for combat at all times.
She climbed up over the fence of Jazmine and Tyler's back garden, their luxurious pool glistening in the sunlight. Genesis wondered what the purpose of a tree house was when they had no children to play in it. A blind person could see that Jazmine wasn't planning on procreating any time soon either, not if it meant ruining her 'perfect' size two figure.
The doors to the kitchen easily slid open and she carefully made her way inside. Genesis didn't even leave her apartment without locking it, yet the couple had left their entire house unattended and open to anything with legs. Genesis followed the hallway upstairs - disappointed by the lack of character the house offered. Everything was plain and white, though she wasn't surprised, its owner was as simple as you could get.
Upstairs, the hallway stretched out into a long line of doors. It would take a while to find what she needed, especially considering the fact that she had no clue what she was even searching for. Genesis was hoping to obtain anything which could help her figure out how they pulled off the scheme of faking her mother's death all those years ago.
Moreover, she was determined to uncover anything she could find about the operations of her father's gang in New York. It felt strange knowing that her father was the man in charge of the whole thing - she credited him for his intelligence. You had to be incredibly knowledgeable to pull something so sophisticated off.
Marcus had called Genesis last night to inform her of all the major corporations Padre had influence over, as well as the smaller businesses he had bought to keep quiet and retain money from. Let's just say there were no shortage of options for her father to have an illegal source of income.
Genesis had spent over an hour scouring the rooms from top to bottom, making sure each one was left exactly how she had found them. All those rooms in a house only two people shared was pointless. It wasn't as if they ever had any guests either - who in their right mind would want to stay in a house with her sister, she wondered? The last room at the end of the corridor was the master bedroom. So far Genesis hadn't come across anything remotely useful from the lower or upper floor. This was her last hope.
She pushed down on the handles of the double doors and let them forcefully swing open. Scanning the room, the first thing that caught her eye was the canopy bed. The memory of the night before the couple were to be wed came to mind. It was the night before she repositioned herself back into her sister's life. Jazmine was too smart to hide anything under there for Tyler to stumble upon, so she didn't bother checking.
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Self-Seeker
ActionA victim. That's what she used to be. The person on the receiving end of the hand. Consequently, time was her asset. A world of opportunity had been presented just within reach. And suddenly - she became the oppressor. ...