CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-TWO
AUTHOR'S POV
Dera tossed and tossed on her bed, finding it very difficult to get some sleep. It was barely 6 pm and she had just returned from work half an hour ago.
She was tired mentally, physically and emotionally even though she had not done much to strain herself. All she had just done was send a video to one of her allies to carry out very important aspects of her plan.
A plan that had taken up her whole weekend and almost an extra two weekdays.
She couldn't let her boss down, so she brainstormed as hard as she could to find a way to drag Roxanne to filth.
"Damnit" She cursed her partial insomnia, and whirled forward into a sitting position, shaking her head in frustration. Her ruffled hair stood out like Medusa's, making her look like a real monster.
