The Msin office was quiet as almost everybody had left. Delinda was bent in the dim light doing something to the seat. She was fiddling with something and was busy talking to herself.
"What does she think of herself? Stealing someone else's husband and then enjoying his money? No. I won't let the same happen to Valerie Sinclair. She will never get the same fate as me."
Muttering to herself, she did something to that seat as if wrestling with it. After a few minutes, she straightened with her eyes gleaming with inner satisfaction.
"This will teach you the lesson of your life, not to mess with anyone's husband, Marissa."
It was so dark that nobody could notice her presence there. The dim light wasn't enough. By any chance, if someone happened to walk by, he or she wouldn't have an idea what Delinda was up to.
