Standing in front of the door leading to the office of Teresa Chudoviste, Sarah was preparing her mind for being tested in such a way, that she had to make up her answers quickly or her lies would be uncovered.
Thanks to her father, she knew exactly where to knock in order to get inside the mafia organization as part of Teresa's crew.
'Don't you dare mess up!' - the voice of Mr. Zlo sounded in her head – 'And remember, once you get in, there is no way out. Hiding a secret in such a place is almost impossible, but ALMOST! Don't betray my trust!'
She pushed the door and went inside.
The room she was in was spacious, with gray walls and floor out of dark, close to black wood. The furniture was made out of the same dark material as the floor, but had some red tinge going on. In the center of the room stayed a big desk with detailed woodcarving, depicting a huge imperious dragon. In front of it was placed a long claret carpet with golden elements. The heavy curtains were the same.
Behind the desk stayed an ivory chair and a woman in her thirties was sitting in it. She exuded such a powerful energy that Sarah's first reaction was to freeze in place. Now she knew why this lady managed to snatch up this position from her father.
Despite the initial reaction the young girl had, she quickly came back to earth and found strength to continue walking closer and closer to the peremptory woman.
- My apologies for disturbing you. – Sarah started talking – My name is Sarah Zlo, daughter of Beram Zlo, the descendant of whom you are.
Chudoviste lifted her eyes from the documents she was reading and looked at Sarah.
- Beram Zlo? The man I hate the most? And you are his daughter? What do you want from me?
- To make me part of your crew.
- As if I would! – Teresa couldn't prevent herself from laughing.
- Why don't you just consider it?
- I already did. Making you part of my gang is just like if Roosevelt took Yakov Dzhugashvili under his wing.
- Are you referring to the son of Joseph Stalin, who was let be killed by his own father?
- Seems like you have some common knowledge.
- Isn't that a necessity? Still I'm sure you know about what the relationship between my father and me is. Don't you think there are some similarities to the one of Stalin and Yakov?
- What is that you are trying to say?
- We might share the same blood, but whenever one is to prevent the other from success the latest wouldn't think twice but kill the first. And I refuse to be the one saying goodbye to life.
- So you are telling me you would kill Beram Zlo at any time?
- Not at any time. – Sarah smirked – As soon as I no longer need him.
- And when will that be?
- In six months I'll be eighteen and he will no longer be a factor in my life.
- Six months are a lot of time. Why would I have to wait for that long to have him finished?
- Because when his own daughter kills him, it will be way more painful than if an enemy does it.
- I like the way you are thinking. And what do you want in return?
- I already said it. To become part of your crew.
- Deal! But I'll have to test you first.