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A special necklace

It hurt to think about Sasha, my crazy best friend, with whom I hadn't spoken much since all this madness came into my life. I miss her so much.

"Ready?" Nikolay's voice startled me as he appeared at the door.

"I'm ready," I nodded, watching him approach with a necklace in his hands. I furrowed my brow. "What's that?"

"The final detail you're missing," he informed me before standing behind me and arranging my hair to one side. "You need to start acting like a woman of society. We're going to see someone very important."

"Who's this someone?"

"You'll find out when the time comes. For now, you'll have to endure your curiosity," he replied sharply. "Wear this necklace today. All the women in the gang have one. You've probably seen Sariah and Melisa wearing them.”

"Theirs aren't so... obvious," I said, because the black stone wasn't what one would call discreet.

"You're the president's woman."

"I didn't know being the president's woman meant I had to wear a leash like I