She's getting marryied (a Tony Stark's daugther fanficktion)

Chapter 10

I know that your powers of retention are as wet as

a warthog's backside. But thick as you are

pay attention! My words are a

matter of pride. It's clear from your

vacant expressions the lights are not all on

upstairs. But we're talking kings and successions!

Even you can't be caught unawares.

The lion king "Be prepared"

Red heels against the floor ecoed through the empty room. An elegant blonde woman was pacing back and forth. Tightly holding a phone. To an unskilled observer she didn't look to be in a certain mood it was as if she was neutral to everything. As if she didn't notice the birds singing through the window or the ray of sunshine that had found it's way into the room which seemd desperate to choke all life it could get it's hands on. The grey walls was suffocating and the round yellowish lamp didn't do mutch to light up the room. But in spite of that the room didn't have any more windows than two. Making it hard for the sun to shine through. The floor was the exact same collor as the walls. And what little furniture there was, was either wite or gray. It looked slightly like something out of a furniture catalogue where you compleatly ignored the setting and instead only focused on the tables, chairs, beds or whatever you were selling. But while a furniture catalogue tryed to look as inviting as possible this room did the opposite. No one in their right mind would go there, unless you wanted to talk undisturbed away from prying eyes.

the woman who almost was dressed from head to toe in wite, the only exeption was the blood red heels. Opened her mouth and let out a single word "What?", she didn't hiss nor did she shout but her tone was laced with something sharper than steel and her deadly calm voice had an frightening effect. You would not want to be on a bad note with her.

"The girl is still alive", the person on the other end said. And although the man did not sound frightened his deep voice shook slightly. Betraying his fear of his boss.

"How?", the woman asked again her sky blue eyes hardening.

"She didn't stay paralysed by fear as you thought she would. She jumped out of the house in the last minute.", the woman nodded in understanding, well aware that her employe couldn't see her. It was better that way. The fire had been a risk. After all she hadn't had the tinyest idea of what the kid would do. But she could guess. She was usually pretty good at guessing. Knowing the steps the others would take even before they knew it themselves. But the kid had surprised her. She had been sure that the Stark girl would be too scared to even lift a finger. So how would she be able to save herself?

But the Stark girl had. She thought with distaste. Her fingers clenched the phone harder. As if it was the Stark girl's neck she was gripping and not her phone. If only it was that simple. If she could just stretch out her hand, grasp the girl's thorat and strangle her. End that little plagues life once and for all. But that little plague was in Greece and she was stuck here. Well if she couldn't kill her then she would send someone who could. She'd done that part long ago. If only it had worked.

She felt an immense anger building up. She took a deap breath. Calm yourself it was only the first try you will get her. A blood chilling smirk formed on the beauties lips. Of course she would. If anything she could learn from her mistake and use it for her advantage.

She opened her blood red mouth to speak again. "Do a better job next time", she said with a firmness that could not be argued with. Not that no one would dare to try.

"Of course", the deep mans voice said.

Her smirk widened. "Good. You know what will happen if you don't succeed", she stopped walking and now her voice was the only sound in the room.

"I do but you have a habit of reminding me", the man said in a dry voice.

"Careful Wilder", she said in a voice that would make you drop dead right on the spot if that were possible. "Your attitude will get you into trouble one day. And just for the fun of it. If you fail more than two times both you and junior there will become history. I will rip limb by limb from your body and enjoy it. You will scream and beg for me to just finish you of. But I woun't... not until you understand the consequences of what you have done. And then I'll keep you alive just for sport. Until you get used to it and start to fear death again when the hopes of escape return. Then and only then will I kill you", And they both knew that she would.

Good or bad? please rewiev. Note my mother tounge isn't English hence the spelling mistakes. But I'm doing my best. Also I will be posting a chapter every Sunday from now on.