"Hello, Jules!"
She stared at those scornful eyes as they looked down on her. She listened to her malicious voice, neither warm nor pleasant, as the woman greeted her like they were long-lost friends.
Automatically, she already knew that her life was in danger. She could already guess that this woman could only mean trouble.
"What are you doing here?" She wanted to hear from the horse's mouth what could be her role in this illicit scheme.
Was she the mastermind that orchestrated her abduction? Or was she merely following instructions, like a pawn to a King or a Queen?
"What do you want from me, Farrah?" But then again, should she even believe whatever lies that would spill out of this wicked woman's lips?
In the short time she had known her, she had concluded that this woman was nothing short of vindictive, manipulative, and spiteful.
