The end was near, they, Witches, had to play their cards coolly for everything to tie in just right. This means they must sometimes do things that make them extremely uncomfortable.
A well-maintained leader with her left shoulder robe halfway down, slowly opened her lazy eyes, while tapping her pointy fingernails on her armrest in rhythm.
"What do you suppose is the difference between Good and Evil?"
"Men!" Martha blurted out, causing the lazy-looking elder the chuckle. "Well, you wouldn't be wrong. We, witches, must control these men and keep them under wraps at all times…. That said, sometimes, we must pretend to work with them, if it means fighting for a cause."
As they say, the end always justifies the means.
Although Martha nodded, her face showed her distaste for the thought.
Pap.
A sealed envelope fell inches before her kneeling body.
