The phone call was finished, but fury was still entwined in Mrs. Robinson's breast like a snake.How guts did Iris need to speak with me in this way? How audacity did that cheeky young man or what is his name ? Alex, have to yell at me? In my world, disrespect wasn't allowed. No, it was destroyed.Mrs. Robinson was saying all these when she still held her angriness.She stood up from her chair, the soles of her heels clicking on the smooth marble as she paced her study. Her mind moved faster than her feet, already planning a scheme.Iris thought that grieving made her a force to be reckoned with? She thought that Alex's presence around her kept her safe? Fools, both of them. Mrs Robin said.The Robinsons built empires on top of burying their enemies alive, sometimes literally, sometimes not.She pressed a hidden button on her desk. Within minutes, the maid appeared in the room, hair still rumpled, lips puffed from the aftereffects of her own play with her friends.Mrs. Robinson
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