/THE NEXT DAY/
Overnight Rowena's fame took another turn. For the worst. It would have been better if it had been for the worse. All her dirty laundry was all over the internet even how she got her current gig. Sleeping with her bosses. All three of them who looked like greasy diseased rats. Her agency was one foot away from bankruptcy. By now they had fallen in full steam ahead.
She was a laughing stock now. Her agency too. There was a part of this that was clarifying. They had been in partnership with Deleze's rivals. Rowena had been their pawn/toy. And now the cat was out of the bag they had washed their hands of her.
Samuel did this. She was sure of it. And the way he did it, she had no clue but the what he did was nothing short of brutal. He did not just go after Rowena and her agency, he went after all of them and not by any means on a small scale. He was not even being stealthy about it.
Maybe he did deserve the title of The Cold Alpha. And she was sure in a few hours there were going to be even more titles. More of which would be completely deserved.
He walked into the office like he had not just ruined the life and career of someone let alone scores of them and counting. That was if some of them were still alive. What she saw yesterday cemented her theory even more. If Samuel was provoked enough or even just a little he would kill. No questions asked. The only things that probably stopped him that day were the audience they had and the fact the FDSA that was still on his back.
The live show she had watched last night mentioned the full moon was a week away. That had nearly made her choke on her almonds. Now she knew what to tag the coffee incident. Sexual frustration. It was just the wolf in him coming out. More easily.
Rita had experience with the human version of her boss, not the wolven version. A side that did not care about human laws, only instinct and feral urges. She hoped she never would. The time with the coffee was more than enough.
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/TWO DAYS AFTER/
11:54 pm
He found her in a cheap motel in the rat's holes side of Alvas. He peered in through the dirty window to see his target surrounded by bottles of equally cheap booze and she was still chugging down the stuff like it was water. The smudged mascara made her look like a demented panda with all the crying she had been doing. The blonde dye she had used was fading, her true hair colour coming to the front. An ugly nymph that played at being beautiful. Pathetic.
This was below his talent grade but his employer wanted the powerless ugly nymph dead. So did he but no one needed to know that. The cold cash in his den and the fury in his bones said it all.
He phased through the doors and the odor hit him like a freight train. The place smelled of terribly cheap booze, dried drizz, piss and shit all rolled in one. He walked quietly to where she was slumped, though the amount of stealth he was using was not warranted. She was so drunk he doubted if she would notice if the place started burning down let alone his approach.
Rowena Dale. Age 30. Sea nymph gone wrong. Completely Powerless. Uncommonly unattractive for her species. Blue hair dyed blonde. Pale skin. Dull brown eyes. With an addiction to alcohol and Aloegem. The file was been right. His job was to make it look like a total accident. A fatal mistake on her part. Not that she was not heading there quite well on her own, they just needed her to pick up the pace. It was his job to quicken it for both parties.
They wanted her dead because she was a lose end. He wanted her dead for a different reason entirely. Because of this sea slug, his lily had gone through ridicule. Something he promised himself he would not let happen to her as long as he was around. He clenched his fists, the rubber of the gloves he had put on before climbing out of his car making small noises with the effort.
He bent down to her level, the stench of booze was so concentrated around her that he actually gagged. She did not take any notice of him. Her natural instincts completely blanketed by alcohol. She was almost done with the bottle on her lips. He glanced to the other side of her and found five more full bottles.
He reached for one, grabbed one and brought it close to himself. With a flick of his finger, the cap flew off, he reached into his coat and retrieved a small packet of powder. He opened that and poured the packet's contents into the bottle. He gave the bottle a swirl to make sure the contents dissolved well before handing the bottle to her.
She drunkenly took it in her other hand. A drunken smile on her face. “Thanks.” she hiccupped before putting her lips to the bottle he had given her. He watched her take one swing before she took her lips away. The alcohol dripping down her chin. “This is hic! Good, handsome hic! Where did hic! Where did you get it?” she asked. He did not answer.
“I don't hic! Think I'll be ab–hic! Able to afford something like this anymore. Sorry, I can'–hic! I won't be able to pay you back.” He still he said nothing. “A guy good–hic! Hic! Good-looking as you will probably want–hic! something in return, yes?” A small smirk took root on his face when he heard the organs in her body slowly cease work. The sea slug thought he was smirking because she was right. She reached for him and he batted her hand away.
He did not want to leave any evidence behind anywhere. Least of all on her fingertips or fingernails. The hurt look on her face would have melted his heart once upon a time. If he had still been with it. Fortunately, he did not.
The next words that came out from her were nothing at all. She slumped to the floor, her eyes widening with the clarity that came with a nymph's death. A painful helpless death. She stared at him until her body stopped convulsing and went still but he watched until the light went out of her eyes leaving behind dull sightless orbs.
He set to setting the scene, she had done most of the work for him. All he needed to do was add a few more props. He stepped over her body to grab two of the bottles. He opened and emptied them on her and around the room. He reached into his coat and retrieved more tiny packs of Aloegem barely the size of his finger nail.
He sprayed some on her fingertips and her palm. Her hair was next, then her lips and finally he powdered her nostrils with it. He scattered the empty packets around the room. A glance at his handiwork and he was satisfied. He phased out of the room and teleported to where he parked his car. He parked within a space close to the trees in the ratty park beside the motel. He would have much preferred if he could have used his hands to choke the life out of the bitch but the job came first.
He phased in and turned on the ignition and drove out of the treeline. He really wanted to celebrate with his lily but it was already so late and he would not make it in time before the sun came up even if he teleported. Alas, he would have to wait again.