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Mary couldn't contain her victorious grin as she saw him. She knew that
he would be here. Mary had taken a leadership role of late in Cassandra's group. Her dedication to her queen (Cassandra) was |
| unwavering, and her intelligence, organization, and most importantly,
her knowledge of Egyptian lore gave her an edge and at times favor with
Cassandra. Mary smiled like a school girl as Cassandra approached, "He's here my queen, he's here!", she giggled. "I see... is everything ready?", Cassandra asked. Mary had proposed this plan a few nights ago... when she learned Beckel would be at this party. |
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"Yes Mistress. You have a room secured upstairs. It is
the third door on the right." "Mmm hmm, now which one is the curator?", Cassandra asked. "He's the one with the red curly hair and blue shirt", Mary answered. "Yum, he's cute." "He is married though, Mistress", Mary said, afraid that would throw a kink in the plan. |
| Cassandra laughed as she handed Mary her glass, "He won't even be able to remember his wife's name in about fifteen minutes", she said as she headed out to the dance floor. Mary couldn't wait to see Cassandra in action. |
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Without even a single word, Cassandra's irresistible hypnotic prowess had ensnared the young curator. He was puddy in her hands, by the time she led him off the dance floor. He was ready to lose everything to please her. He wasn't sure what was going on, or who she was, all he knew what that she was all that mattered. |