Ophelia put her makeup on. She sighed, and put on some heels.
She got a cab to a club. She needed a little relaxing time. Plus she'd just gotten paid.
She headed to the club, paying the cab driver. She looked around the club. Definitely not as classy as the Mines but...
Adrian combed his hair back nervously. Maybe he should tie it back.He sighed. This was nerve tracking. But it had to be done.He stepped into the hotel. "Ophelia? Are you in here?"
Adrian looked up in the dark. Why hadn't he said anything. Why he hadn't he said anything? Why hadn't he stopped her?He sighed. What should he do?His head pulsed. "I think..." he whispered aloud, "I think I'm angry."
"You should start learning Italian," Adrian whispered, his eyes on hers.Ophelia smiles. "What about you?""I already know Italian. Italian, German, Japanese, Mandarin, and a few others."
Adrian sighed. They'd taken the company jet to Detroit, and had went straight to the Vitale Estate. Adrian was hesitant."Are we sure this is the best route?""We can trust Grim," She assured him. "And anyone get didn't eliminate must be very strong."
Adrian blinked. The light was so bright. He looked over. Where on earth was she?"Ophelia?" He called. "Opie, are you here?"They agreed they'd both take some time off work, so where else could she be?
Adrian glanced over at her. "Tell me you're joking? That I'm seeing things?"Ophelia smiled, saying nothing."Ophelia, I—thank you."