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It was still a bit away until homeroom began and from what Florence had told Alexandros on the way to school, her homeroom wasn’t with him. Still, it didn’t matter. They didn’t need to be together every hour of the day for the plan to go through. It was pretty much back on course, especially when Alex heard the seeds being planted.

 Not even a full ten yards away, he heard the echoes of Audrey’s voice.  Even among the chatter from those around him, he heard Audrey shout to whom he could only surmise was her friend Leslie. As to what she said, Alexandros heard something along the lines of [code]who the fuck is she[/code. It rung clear in his ears, and he simply looked to Florence. She heard it too, and was as satisfied as he was. 

“[color=dodgerblue]Seems like part one of today’s objective went swimmingly.[/color]”

“[color=f64a8a]And part two is about to start.[/color]” Florence said, “[color=f64a8a]so if you’ll excuse me.[/color]”

Alexandros stepped out of the way, and allowed FLorence to do what she always did best: befriended the enemy.

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Florence Sauveterre walked like a queen: elegant foot in front of the other, hands close to her center, and looking at the pairs of eyes that stalked her as she made her way into the ladies room. Upon entering, there she saw her target. 

Audrey Huntsberg, just one of two people on her hit list, but upon seeing her, she had to be completely honest: she wasn’t how Alex described her when he showed up at the Sauveterre Villa in Greece. The way he described her was as a female of confidence, of power, and most of all, someone who never showed weakness. However, as Florence would lay her hazel eyes upon Audrey, she saw none of these things. She saw a wounded warrior who had her pride hurt more than anything else. 

Among all that seemed disappointing, at least she had the fashion sense just like how Alexandros explained. That, at least, was something Florence could respect. But still, she couldn’t help but feel very disappointed by what she saw in front of her. 

Florence walked up to the sink, simply fixing her hair. As she made sure it was to the perfectionist standards she placed on herself, she darted her eyes slightly to Audrey - who, by now, was doubtless looking at Florence with anger-filled eyes. “[color=f64a8a]Don’t you hate split ends? I sure do. They always ruin a perfectly good outfit.[/color]” Florence complained. She had just noticed she had a single split end on the center of the right side of her hair.