Two plotting snakes

Inside a luxury apartment in the centre of Milan, there was a woman dressed in a green cocktail dress. She paced in front of the wide windows overviewing the city. In her hand, there was a glass of whisky in which cubes of ice danced and clinked. She stopped pacing after a while and took a sip of her drink. The bitter taste didn’t help in soothing the burning anger she felt from within. If anything, it made it worse. A few minutes later, she heard someone walking into the room. Her eyes drooped and she didn’t need to turn around to know who her visitor was. “How could you miss such an opportunity?” Her voice ricocheted over the walls. Megan Hale finally decided to turn around, her sharp eyes pinning down the man who’d just joined her. It was Damon. He sighed deeply before heading to the bar to make himself a drink. “I’ve tried my best, Megan. I couldn’t risk getting caught so I did the only logical thing that was left as an option.” Megan gritted her teeth together. She was so furious