[center][h3][color=C2C9CF]White Queen[/color][/h3][/center]

Colette picked some garbage out of her fingernail as the blood trickled down Mr. Pennysworth's forehead. A simple kill, quick and clean. She almost felt sorry for the man. Almost. However, a contract was a contract. She snapped a picture of the dead man and sent an image to Liam with the message "It's done." She knew he would be having his own meeting very soon with the congresswoman. She would hate to miss that though it seemed she would be very late. She sighed. A heavy sigh that signified boredom. Her fun was over and now she had to sit there while others talked.

As she exited the premises, making sure to follow her footsteps exactly, hiding all evidence of her being there, her thoughts raced to Liam. She thought highly of the man. It almost made her blush when she pictured him in front of her. No, Colette. He's her boss. Almost like a father to her. He took her in and opened up this lavish world to her. She shouldn't ruin it with fleeting thoughts. She checked her phone at the time. The meeting would be soon.

She neared the hotel and made her way inside. She paid little mind to anyone who bid her a greeting. She had little time for trivial nonsense like pleasantries. She didn't much like them anyway. However, she neared Liam's study and saw Owen. Owen she did like. He could take some getting used to, but he was a pleasant person. Very work oriented. He treated her well and that was all she needed. If he was a Royal, he was family. She smiled warmly as she approached, [color=C2C9CF]"Sorry I am late Owen. I take it the King is in his meeting? Should I wait outside or creep in quietly?"[/color] The figment of a smirk appeared on her lips. A joke as they were known as being very silent killers.