《The Order Of Machiavelli》5 - ♣ A plan's success(i)
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Viv, thoroughly annoyed now, stepped out of Richard's grasp, and walked to stand toe-to-toe with the woman
"I really don't care what version of madness you're currently operating at, but by the time I'm done suing your saggy ass out in jail for assault, you wouldn't even have the money to buy the cheap trash you're currently putting on right now. You should know by now Lady, that there's a difference between class...and class. Now address me properly bitch" viv finished calmly, pinning the woman with a cold, hard stare
"Um...sorry to disturb you judge Vivienne Fitzman"
"That's better. Now walk away" Viv replied in that same calm voice, her eyes more ruthless than those of a trained killer
The woman hurriedly skittered off, nearly tripping over her own ridiculously low heels. Just as the woman was balancing herself back up, she bumped into a wine waiter whose tray tipped over and poured the wine all over her. The woman was thoroughly drenched in booze now. From head down. The scene had managed to get the attention of half the crowd also.
"Served her right" Vivienne muttered under her breath, somehow justifying all that anger.
With one stare from Viv, the crowd immediately dissipated and the party became normal again as if nothing ever happened. Fucking rich arses.
"That was going too far Viv. The poor woman only wanted to introduce herself" Richard said after a while
"Introduce herself? Really? That's what you think? No offense, but it baffles me sometimes, on how you can be a billionaire and still be this fucking dumb."
"Uh, let me see, by not shouting away prospective customers to begin with?" He replied wryly, almost rolling out his eyes.
She ignored that and continued. "Our divorce made the news for months. There was absolutely no one who didn't know about it. She was trying to rub it in my face and I'm sorry, but I'm not okay with that, Rich"
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"Geez Viv. Calm down. That woman is old enough to be your mother"
"My mother isn't a cheap bitch" viv said, rolling her eyes
"No, she definitely isn't" Richard smiled, trying to ease the tension. Sometimes, Viv's temper could be deadly.
"I was going to go lowkey and plan how to enter the VIP lounge; this woman has successfully thwarted all of my half-baked plans. How won't I be angry? Dominikov Machiavelli is who I wish to see tonight for crying out loud, I don't even know how he looks like. I mean you can't just browse it on google and casually see his face staring right back at you. So I need my wits around me Rich. I promise when we leave this place. I'll apologize for all this, with your favourite bottle of champagne, when we're all safely back home, including my teammates, who are currently out there, risking their very lives
Before Richard could answer that, someone suddenly tapped her from behind. They both turned, coming face to face with a very huge and tall black man, wearing a black tuxedo on black shades
"You've attracted the attention of someone in the VIP lounge. I've been asked to escourt you there. If you will just follow me ma'am"
"We'll see later" Viv whispered to Rich disbelievingly, pecking him on the cheek as she watched him give her a knowing smile. She couldn't believe it. She was actually going into the VIP lounge. Who could have known that, that cheap bitch was actually a blessing in disguise? But the real question was, who was she going to meet up there? Who exactly, had called for her?
Trailing directly behind the bouncer and climbing those steps, Viv felt a lot of things. So she was finally going to meet him huh? Or at least try to? Meet the god himself. They came up to meet a big black door. She couldn't hear a thing coming from those black doors and she prided herself on acute senses, so it was most likely sound proof. The bouncer turned to face her, handing her a long black cloth.
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"Before you can pass through these doors, you'd have to tie this blindfold over your eyes. Its quite thin so don't worry, you wouldn't be totally blind if that serves as a cold consolation. You'd be able to see objects, figures and structures but not distinct, clear faces. I'm sure you can understand the need for discretion, seeing that you're an outsider entering a zone where you can't even begin to understand, nor belong to" he said, rather bluntly
Her breath hitched at how rude he was, her blood beginning to get into a slow boil, she was very ready to give the drunken bastard a piece of her mind, when the chip in her ear beeped up
"Viv we've successfully gotten the red diamond. You can now safely exit that party however and whenever you want to"
"Copy that Aaron" she whispered softly
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