"It doesn't matter what you believe. I'll show you with my actions instead of my words." Dwyl said.
Mason raised an eyebrow. "Your actions, huh?"
Dwyl nodded. "Yes."
"Whatever may those be?"
"For now, I need you to make arrangements for the funeral. It will be held Saturday afternoon, and you need to make sure all the elites are notified of this. And in the evening we'll change the gala that was supposed to be held into a memorial ball."
Mason gnashed his teeth. Great. More work. It was already a pain in the ass to prepare for the gala weeks beforehand, but now in less than five days he needed to arrange a funeral and make all those changes to the gala. "Okay. How are those things supposed to help my goal?"
"You'll see."
Mason didn't trust William even one bit, but what was he supposed to do? The only thing he could do was see how things went, bring Adrian up to speed, and make sure they have a plan in case William would betray them (which Mason was sure he would).
"Now, could you please remove my father's remains? They are kind of ruining the vibe of this place, and I don't want the smell…"
Dwyl's sentence was interrupted by the doors of the office flying open and the first woman Waverly Wright stepping into the office. Her appearance was meticulously cared for. The make-up on her face made her look at least ten years younger, and the outfit she wore fitted her body shape perfectly and made her look all the more regal.
"Son, I hope you have a very good reason for disrupting my beauty sleep," she said in a stern voice.
"I do, mother. Father is dead," Dwyl answered.
This made the woman stop in her steps. "What?"
"Your husband has died."
"Oh…" Waverly looked into the room and rested her gaze on the body of Wayne Wright. "I see."
Waverly didn't feel particularly sad about her husband's death. She had never really liked him. Their marriage was arranged by their parents. She had agreed out of duty, and because he was the only other elite that even remotely came close to her standards of beauty. She had hoped some sort of love would follow in the course of the years, but that didn't happen. Her husband was to clingy, and when he didn't get what he wanted from her, he went to those mindless civilian girls he raised to do exactly what he wanted. So, no Waverly didn't mind her husband's death. She was more joyful than anything else.
"I was just discussing with Mason the funeral arrangements."
Waverly removed her sight from her husband's corpse, and looked at her son. "William, how did he die?"
"I knocked him in the head with a paperweight."
The first woman was surprised. Not because of the murder, but because her son had done it. This wouldn't be the first time a president was killed by their impatient heir. As a matter of fact, she believed that was the way her own father had come to power. She just hadn't thought her son was this power hungry. "If I'd know you had it in you, I would've paid more attention to you growing up."
Dwyl looked at the body. "You're not the only one who has underestimated me."
"Well, I won't do that again," she said closing of the subject of her son's ambitions. "When were you thinking of holding the ceremony?"
"Saturday. I thought it would be the perfect time, since people have already freed their calendar."
She nodded. "What are you going to tell them?"
"That he had a tragic accident while falling from the stairs."
"You're going to have a lot more responsibilities now."
"I'm aware."
"Good. Since you are the one responsible for this tragic death, I'll leave it to you to arrange everything." Waverly said.
"Yes, mother."
Waverly Wright turned towards Mason. "Before you go off and do whatever William tells you to, I want you to call the dressmaker to my rooms. The dress I had planned to wear Saturday is unsuitable, so I'll need to have a new one."
"Of course, madam."
The first woman turned and left the office. She was in a very good mood. No more annoying husband, and she had the funeral to look forward to. It always lifted up her spirits when she could be in the center of attention.
***
Lea was bored out of her mind, and started to regret very much that she had insisted on staying. This world was awful, and now she couldn't even play matchmaker to Mason and Dwyl. It was simply excruciating.
This worldhopping was not like she had expected it to be at all. The only things she had experienced so far, were being abducted and dragged around. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Either she should be the expert matchmaker that gets to see love bloom around her, or she should be an independent smart female lead that could be a role model. At the moment she was neither. She was weak and absolutely despicable. She was the damsel in distress. That couldn't go on anymore. What would her parents and family say when they saw her like this? She could perfectly imagine the disappointment.
She needed a new goal if she were to stay in this world until either Dwyl sorted out its feelings, or the plot came to an end. She needed to do something that could make a difference. Maybe she should start working with the Criminals? After all, they had used that prototype on her, and thanks to Dwyl she didn't have any side-effects anymore. Yes, she should help them. Maybe she can even make the plot progress faster, so she didn't need to stay in this hellhole for so long. The problem was how could she help them? She didn't have any talents that would be useful, not of her own, and not anything that she inherited from Kailey.
Lea could ask Dwyl to help her, but that would be so lame. She couldn't rely on Dwyl for everything! She wanted to do this on her own, otherwise it wouldn't be her achievement. Besides, Dwyl would see right through her, see she didn't want to stay here either and convince her to go to the next world. That couldn't happen. If Dwyl really wanted to leave, he would need to work on resolving his feelings. She was adamant he should at least try, because even though she wanted to leave, she desperately wanted to see Dwyl and Mason together.
Anyway she needed to do this on her own, without Dwyl. But contacting Mason was a necessity. He was the only one she knew who was a Criminal. Without him she couldn't possibly help.
Lea left her room – finally she didn't need to follow that ridiculous privacy rule anymore – and went searching for Mason.