Satisfaction
Faith stepped out of the bathroom, still annoyed by the lack of mirrors. They had been taken down to keep the shadow-man from returning, but she still chaffed at the necessity. She wandered into her office, toweling her hair dry. Feeding that night had been... messy... and she didn't want to show up to the club disheveled. She spied her cell lying on the desk, blinking.
I missed a call, she thought. Funny that I didn't hear it. She picked up the phone, looked at the missed calls. Lucien. Odd, he usually called her land line. Curious, she hit the messages.
"Faith, ma chere, I have news for you... that terrible bore Jesse Miller has just been killed tonight. Return my message and I shall regail you with the event. Au revior, ma petite."
Curiosity burned into sudden rage within her. The phone cracked, then shattered in her hand, surprising her. Just as suddenly her rage calmed into contentment. Smiling, she sat at the desk and pulled out a small notebook. Opening it, she crossed out a name with a red pen.
She left the office to get ready for the evening, humming. Another One Bites the Dust.
I missed a call, she thought. Funny that I didn't hear it. She picked up the phone, looked at the missed calls. Lucien. Odd, he usually called her land line. Curious, she hit the messages.
"Faith, ma chere, I have news for you... that terrible bore Jesse Miller has just been killed tonight. Return my message and I shall regail you with the event. Au revior, ma petite."
Curiosity burned into sudden rage within her. The phone cracked, then shattered in her hand, surprising her. Just as suddenly her rage calmed into contentment. Smiling, she sat at the desk and pulled out a small notebook. Opening it, she crossed out a name with a red pen.
She left the office to get ready for the evening, humming. Another One Bites the Dust.