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Lyss raised an eyebrow as Blake took some time to think. [i]"I want all of the power in the world!"[/i] She could hear him thinking. The answer he gave her was different, of course. Lyss smirked lightly. [i]Red lux? How dull.[/i] The idea of being Blake's dirty workers didn't sound appealing, but then she thought of the briefcase full of cash. She wasn't one to pass up a load of money to work for some scumbag again. Plus, the Coven wouldn't put up with Blake pushing them around.

She was just about to reconfirm their arranged contract write-up, but then she followed Blake's gaze towards his disarranged wife. [i]Are you fucking kidding me? He'll really think we're sluts, now.[/i] Her disdain was evident across her face. It was the greatest expression of emotion she'd shown the entire meeting. Lyss uncrossed her legs. Things were about to get way too dramatic, and she was prepared to walk away before Blake awakened from his rage. [i]Maybe you'll get your red lux after all.[/i]

She watched the exchange between Schmidty and his wife and knew immediately that it was time to go when his wife displayed her new abilities. She was like a walking rave. Lyss sighed and downed the whiskey in her glass. It's warmth filled her stomach and fueled her exit strategy. [i]Down the stairs, out the back, and straight to the getaway bike.[/i]

[b]"And it gave you powers?"[/b]

Lyss's frowned deepened. [i]She's a human being, scumbag.[/i] She stood the moment Blake started shaking. It looked like the vein in his forehead was about to burst. The glass of wine he so smugly drank from shattered within his hand and Lyss grimaced. She didn't even flinch when Blake unleashed his anger upon them all. It was disappointing that the deal was off, but Lyss was glad that she wouldn't have to work for such a mess of a man.

[sub][b]"Retracting."[/b][/sub]

Lyss smirked and shot Kayla a knowing glance. She turned away from the steaming millionaire and stepped over to the fallen briefcase on the ground. Holding it in her hand she considered taking it as a reparation to their broken deal, but she knew better than to take an angry man's money. She held the handle with both hands as she turned to face the Schmidts again. At least Kayla was trying to regain some respect with her implied apology. Lyss doubted that Schmidty would want to see them again for a while. As pleasing as it sounded to never see this prick again, Lyss had an inkling that she should keep an eye on him from afar. He knew enough now to get what he wanted on his own.

When Kayla had finished speaking, Lyss made her way over to stand at the bar near Blake. She set the briefcase down between herself and Schmidt. [color=D3D3D3]"I would say it has been a pleasure to meet you, but I've been cursed to never tell a lie."[/color] She said before smiling. [color=D3D3D3]"Have a good evening, Mr. Schmidt."[/color]

Without bothering to see his reaction, Lyss grabbed her sunglasses from the bar and put them on before making her way towards the exit. She stopped by the door and looked back to make sure that the rest of the gang were following. She wasn't leaving anyone up here. Even Kayla. Blake was one order away from siccing security on them. The last thing she needed was to be thrown out of the building by some sweaty men.