A Partnership Made in Hell
"He has regained consciousness," the small weaselly messenger said to Viper as she stood at the large window looking down at the lights of Hightown. Viper, her mother would hate her using that name, stood at the window when she needed time to think. The lights of the city helped her focus her mind.
"Excellent," Olivia said as she turned away from the window. "Take me to him."
The man turned and started to walk toward the door. Olivia followed. "Your mother wanted me to tell you that she wants him removed from the premises."
Olivia frowned at the man's back. Her mother was becoming more of a problem with each passing day and Olivia was going to have to deal with her mother soon. She had no qualms about killing her mother, the woman served some purpose, but now she was becoming a liability.
One thing at a time. Otherwise she would make a mistake and that would be the ruination of her plans.
They took the elevator down a few floors to a small medical facility. The best doctors money could buy and some help from other sources had made the man's rehabilitation possible. It would put him in her debt and just where she wanted him.
She walked over to the bed and looked down at him. "Welcome back to the world of the mentally functioning, Mr. Shaw. I have an offer for you that you'll find very interesting."
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