"Dad, I will be home late tomorrow." Zaria announced as she rested on the couch.
"Does your boss need you to work overtime?" Theodore frowned at the thought that Desmond might be taking advantage of their relationship to make Zaria overwork.
"We will go to a banquet in the evening." She explained, and Theodore's frown eased.
"Just take care of yourself, okay?" He urged.
She nodded. "I'll go and check what's for dinner."
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"Everything is set. That brat will disappear from Imperium tomorrow." Mark raised a glass to Alyssa in his cellar.
She looked at him skeptically. "Just from Imperium?"
"She can disappear from the world too, if you want." He sat opposite her to hold her hand. "You just need to say the word."
Alyssa tilted her head in thought. She so badly wanted Zaria dead. However, "What if Desmond were to trace it back to us? My son will hate me."
