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Authors: Deena Remiel
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symbiotic r elationship where everyone needed everyone else to survive.
She toweled off and hoped to find an outfit suitable for such an event that hadn’t been too badly crushed by the move . If she made a good impression, maybe he could get the witches to back off and she could stay as previously planned. A few hours until the lunch meeting gave her plenty of time to prepare and get a good case of the nerves.
Chapter Seven
Nancy fluffed her bleached blonde hair in the reflection of the kitchen cabinet , checked her teeth for lipstick, and winked at herself . “Go to work on your own today. I’ll meet you there later.” She took a sip of coffee.
“Oh really? Why?” Susan crunched on her buttered rye toast.
“ Victor has asked me to a breakfast meeting at his home.”
“Whoa, I’ve never been asked there. Any cult or library meetings I’ve been to happen at the library. Have you been to his house ?”
“Susan, of course I’ve been there. He’s had parties there for important people on Christmas and New Year’s Eve. ” She scoffed, took another sip, and then smiled wickedly. “ And he’ s had parties for smaller, more intimate gatherings. ” She giggled like a wicked schoolgirl.
Susan rolled her eyes. “ Have a nice time. Hmm. Wonder what he wants.”
“Probably wants to discuss Mission business. I am High Priestess. I should be involved.”
“Of course, of course. Do you want me to drop you off there on my way?”
“No, he’s sending a car for me. I’ll have him take me directly to the library after our meeting and you can drive me home.”
A knocking at the door silenced any more discussion. “It’s probably the driver. See you later. Don’t do anything disastrous at the library while I’m away , okay?” She smirked, opened the door and smiled at the driver waiting at the bottom of the stoop. “To the Manor, James.” She laughed as she slammed the door and sashayed past him to the awaiting car.
***
Victor watche d as Nancy stood on the terrace tapping the toe of her left shoe on the slate tile and resting her manicured nails on folded arms . He loved to irritate her. She succumbed so easily. No patience at all, that one. Rather than enjoying the exquisite view, she chose to spend the last moments of her life stewing about his late appearance. What a waste.
“Enjoying the view, Nancy?” Flashing a toothy grin, h e stepped onto the patio and leaned against the full-service bar counter.
“I was beginning to think I misunderstood your invitation.” Her response dripped with annoyance. “My word, Victor ! What on earth happened to your face and neck ?”
“ Don’t let it worry you. I’m just one step closer to o ur Lord and Master’s side. A s you know, I’m an important man and my time is in big demand. I was delayed by an important call from overseas . Please, come and sit down. Maritha has prepared quite a lovely breakfast banquet for us.” He walked over to the glass table beautifully appointed with silverware, crystal, and Royal Doulton china. Showcasing his suave manners , he pulled a chair out for her to sit on.
“Only the two of us for this meeting? I thought maybe there would be others.” She raised an eyebrow and nodded her approval as she sat down.
“Just us this morning.” He sat down, too, whisked a napkin into the air , and laid it across his lap. She did the same. “I thought we’d go over ritual proceedings that involve only the two of us.”
“What more do we need to review? Everything is in order for the boy. I know my part of the ceremony by heart as well as yours. What else is there?”
“Try a strawberry. Maritha says they’re unusually sweet today.” He took one from his fruit cup and groaned his pleasure. “She’s right. These are sensational. Anyway, that part of the ceremony, you’re right. We’re ready. But we have the secondary ritual that we must conduct regarding the Marked One. It is an extraordinary convergence of events
She toweled off and hoped to find an outfit suitable for such an event that hadn’t been too badly crushed by the move . If she made a good impression, maybe he could get the witches to back off and she could stay as previously planned. A few hours until the lunch meeting gave her plenty of time to prepare and get a good case of the nerves.
Chapter Seven
Nancy fluffed her bleached blonde hair in the reflection of the kitchen cabinet , checked her teeth for lipstick, and winked at herself . “Go to work on your own today. I’ll meet you there later.” She took a sip of coffee.
“Oh really? Why?” Susan crunched on her buttered rye toast.
“ Victor has asked me to a breakfast meeting at his home.”
“Whoa, I’ve never been asked there. Any cult or library meetings I’ve been to happen at the library. Have you been to his house ?”
“Susan, of course I’ve been there. He’s had parties there for important people on Christmas and New Year’s Eve. ” She scoffed, took another sip, and then smiled wickedly. “ And he’ s had parties for smaller, more intimate gatherings. ” She giggled like a wicked schoolgirl.
Susan rolled her eyes. “ Have a nice time. Hmm. Wonder what he wants.”
“Probably wants to discuss Mission business. I am High Priestess. I should be involved.”
“Of course, of course. Do you want me to drop you off there on my way?”
“No, he’s sending a car for me. I’ll have him take me directly to the library after our meeting and you can drive me home.”
A knocking at the door silenced any more discussion. “It’s probably the driver. See you later. Don’t do anything disastrous at the library while I’m away , okay?” She smirked, opened the door and smiled at the driver waiting at the bottom of the stoop. “To the Manor, James.” She laughed as she slammed the door and sashayed past him to the awaiting car.
***
Victor watche d as Nancy stood on the terrace tapping the toe of her left shoe on the slate tile and resting her manicured nails on folded arms . He loved to irritate her. She succumbed so easily. No patience at all, that one. Rather than enjoying the exquisite view, she chose to spend the last moments of her life stewing about his late appearance. What a waste.
“Enjoying the view, Nancy?” Flashing a toothy grin, h e stepped onto the patio and leaned against the full-service bar counter.
“I was beginning to think I misunderstood your invitation.” Her response dripped with annoyance. “My word, Victor ! What on earth happened to your face and neck ?”
“ Don’t let it worry you. I’m just one step closer to o ur Lord and Master’s side. A s you know, I’m an important man and my time is in big demand. I was delayed by an important call from overseas . Please, come and sit down. Maritha has prepared quite a lovely breakfast banquet for us.” He walked over to the glass table beautifully appointed with silverware, crystal, and Royal Doulton china. Showcasing his suave manners , he pulled a chair out for her to sit on.
“Only the two of us for this meeting? I thought maybe there would be others.” She raised an eyebrow and nodded her approval as she sat down.
“Just us this morning.” He sat down, too, whisked a napkin into the air , and laid it across his lap. She did the same. “I thought we’d go over ritual proceedings that involve only the two of us.”
“What more do we need to review? Everything is in order for the boy. I know my part of the ceremony by heart as well as yours. What else is there?”
“Try a strawberry. Maritha says they’re unusually sweet today.” He took one from his fruit cup and groaned his pleasure. “She’s right. These are sensational. Anyway, that part of the ceremony, you’re right. We’re ready. But we have the secondary ritual that we must conduct regarding the Marked One. It is an extraordinary convergence of events
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