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-- Stella DeLano - She had his attention. That's all she needed. From here, it was nothing more than a simple business pitch. She needed to structure it neatly: she had already introduced the problem, the context, and her motive. Now for means and opportunity. The planning and careful...

-- Stella DeLano - She lifted her hand gingerly, allowing the lips to press against the back of her hand. Once, she had held her hand out haughtily, carrying a certain amount of sass and attitude--now, she played herself in a meek manner, shrinking ever-so-slightly with the contact. By the...

-- Stella DeLano - If she was being honest, Stella was quite nervous about what was going to happen. She had brushed it off earlier, under the pretense of a joke, but in all honesty, she feared for her life. There was a good chance that her gamble would not be fruitful, and yield unwarranted...

-- Stella DeLano - "Hey, don't go accusing--" Stella immediately protested, her eyes widening at the implied connotation of his words, but he was quick to placate her and explain his reasoning. She sank down from where she had been half-raised, sighing. "I don't know. I can only assume that...

-- Stella DeLano - A slight grin curved on the woman's face as she got up, presumably to get a glass of water. She returned with both hands full, and set one glass in front of him, while keeping the other for herself. She took a sip, thinking. "You're probably going to cry with the amount...

-- Stella DeLano - It wasn't long before Stella found herself running into a wall--only it was less of a wall, and more of Markus Grant. A sharp exhale of air left her as she ran into him, and she took a few steps back, rubbing her chest reproachfully. The sharp retort that had been brewing...

-- Stella DeLano - Stella slept like she was dead. Well, she could have been, and she wasn't sure that anyone would have noticed. When she did wake up, her entire body was aflame, almost as though all her muscles and bones were protesting in unison. She laid there, sprawled on her sheets for...

-- Stella DeLano -- Stella laughed. Not one of her trademark 'You silly dear, that comment will cost you your life,' type of laugh, but a real laugh, one soft and low and genuinely amused. "You mistake me asking for help for submissiveness." She shot back simply, quite relaxed. "Believe me...

-- Stella DeLano -- "Yes, actually." Stella answered honestly. "I genuinely have no reason to explain why you didn't turn me in. You work in odd ways, Grant." the woman mumbled, making sure that the door was shut securely. "As for the place, it's one of the only ones that I own that my...

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INTERLUDE ! -- Williams carefully studied Telly's face as Grant went through a lengthy explanation of his reasoning and logic and found no trace of surprise, fear, or...any emotion, really. The woman's face was quite composed, a smooth expression not giving anything away about what she was...

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INTERLUDE ! -- No mention of Stella, but that was to be expected. It seemed as though Grant was protecting the DeLano heir, but his motives and reasonings were largely unknown. Williams would have become suspicious if the man had stayed attached to the case, wanting to know everything about it...

INTERLUDE ! -- Williams nodded briskly at his partner, who immediately called in the coroner. It wasn't as though they weren't expecting to see the earlier henchmen sent in incapacitated in some way or form, but Williams was most definitely not expecting to see them dead, sprawled across his...

INTERLUDE ! -- Williams, a tall, blonde man, gave the Grant a smile. "Hey, man. Heard things weren't going so hot for you." He said, his usual cheerful persona slipped on tight. Despite his calm and enthusiastic persona, Williams' personal pay check didn't come from the precinct, but rather...

Stella DeLano -- Stella's fingers nimbly did the buttons of his shirt up, neatly adjusting the collar of the shirt from where it was tucked under a strand of hair. She watched him carefully, her hand raising in response to neatly catch the keys thrown at her. Her dark eyes widened in surprise...

Stella DeLano -- She was done for. Now there was absolutely no hope of redemption from her father nor the police force of the city. Stella knew damn well that they'd look at the dead bodies, then at her, and immediately point fingers, even if she had been the accomplice to their untimely...

Stella DeLano -- Markus intercepted her would-be assailant, but before she had a chance to truly escape the grasp of the goons, a colleague came to take the former spot, pushing her into the ground. He was soon to follow next to her, and she wondered if the wild glint of his eyes would be the...

Stella DeLano -- She had misjudged him. Stella had sought him out in the first place because of the potential: he would get something and she'd get something, it would have been a mutually beneficial compromise. But she had severely overestimated him--he was flat out denying her, and the small...

Stella DeLano -- She watched as the news hit him. Stella remembered the night all too well, with a clarity that the worst memories were tinged with. She had been wearing a red, cocktail dress as per her father's wishes, sitting at the mahogany tables. He had been insistent about her...