[H2][Center]☽[color=99004d]Masha [/color]☾[/center][/h2]

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[center][sub][h3][u][b]Time[/b][/u][/h3][h3]Day 4~ 12 P.M.-10 P.M. [/h3][h3][u][b]Location[/b][/u][/h3][h3] One Night in Hell club, Entertainment District in Ominar 
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Masha had fumed quickly the whole way back to the club. There was so much anger in her about this. Masha was, she knew indirectly, to blame for what had happened to her. It might have happened eventually. But Masha was the cause of this incident. And a girl had almost died and left a little boy basically motherless. And she would have never forgiven herself if that had happened, especially since she’d ignored Darius’ warnings. 

And they had done so much more than just tried to kill her. And that was something she would never forgive them for.

But by the time she walked back into the club, she was calm on the outside. Partly to do with years of having to school her emotions, and partly because she currently very high. She didn’t look it though, even with her sunglasses still over her eyes as she came straight into the main bar, heels clicking loudly on the floor as she strode through the room and back to her office again.

After talking with Afua about the progress of her set up and what she might have already learned from the new little spies scurrying about the place. There was nothing surprising learned, but of course there was nothing that made her happy. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. What made her happy was knowing she was even more justified in taking out this miserable little man. 

There was a scuffle with the cook and one of the other idiots around the place. It felt like this place was full of idiots and she had little confusion about how it was that it had failed so miserably as a night club. Some of them could hardly take care of themselves it seemed, how they could be expected to actually work was beyond her.

It was about two in the afternoon that she realized that she hadn’t let Nikki’s babysitter know what was up. She looked at her phone and tried so very hard to convince herself to make the call. Frankly she was hoping that when she did, that she’d get the machine and she’d not have to actually speak to the old woman again and have to possibly hear the sound of Nikki’s kid in the background. In the end, she decided that someone else probably had told her already and that things with the boy would be taken care of. She was of course going to speak with Afua again before the end of the day to make sure there was a better eye out on the boy, as well as Nikki within the hospital. Because Cortes obviously had assumed that they’d done their job, and she was out of the way. This time she wouldn’t be so negligent on her protection.

She skipped dinner, or more accurately, she had a liquid diet. Which prompted another look through their liquor supplier because this was crap. Even for such a place as this, it was crap. “I feel like there is a never ending list of things to do with this place,” she grumbled to herself. She had been hopeful that it was mostly just a case of bad management. But it was much more than that.

Around nine or so she gave up on direct business and headed out to sit at the bar and continue her work on her tablet and phone while experiencing the terribly unexciting bar scene here. She pointedly ignored Cortes unless he spoke to her. She wasn’t going out of her way to speak with him. She was still too angry with him to approach him of her own volition, but she could probably cover up anything if he spoke to her first. 

But work out at the bar wasn’t going any faster, or better, and she was done with this whole day. She needed the time to relax, and she needed the time for some fun for herself. So she decided, this place was going to run itself just fine for a few hours while she was gone. And Cortes was going to do something she was sure, but Afua’s spies were about, so she would know anyways. So she might as well go, because he wasn’t going to do much but plot while she was actually there anyways. 

Grabbing her bag and the rest of her stuff out of the office, she gave Cortes a flirty little wave on the way past and headed right out the door. She had business, and of course purely business, to discuss with the Fox.