Bianca's full lips curled into a serpentine smile as Serena brought up those "procurement difficulties."
The intoxicating pride of Bianca's ruthless ambition set her nerves alight, ears wasn't fully paid. In her heart, "the perfect opening to stick it to that raging stronza Lucia".
"You mean the high-grade ammo shipment that went... missing en route from Marseille? Si, how very...curious that such a large stash simply vanished into thin air," she purred, inspecting her razor-sharp burgundy talons.
Serena's obsidian eyes narrowed to slits. "We have a ratfink mole slithering in our midst then. A traitor." Her whiskey-rough tone promised cruel reprisals.
"Aye aye, not so hasty with the accusations, carina mia." Bianca tsked melodramatically, relishing a whimpy spell cast dramatic flair. "What if I told you the shipment never truly disappeared, eh?"
