<div style="text-align: justify;">Colette really didn't care much about Rich, or at all. But she knew that, if the letter happened to be worded in a way that displeased whoever was after Paul, some other people might have problems, and that would not be fair. <br/><br/>Once the note was done, Colette read it over just to make sure it was good, and then she slipped out of Paul's room. It was for the best that the note reached the person's hand as soon as possible. <br/><br/>~"Don't worry, I will be careful"~, the young woman promised, before leaving the room. <br/><br/>As soon as she was out, Colette went about looking for the boy who had brought the note to Paul. It took her a while, but asking here and there, she managed to figure out who it was, and asked him to return the note to the person who had given him the note he had delivered to Paul. Promising she would give him something later, Colette urged the boy to go. Time was essential in their situation.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/>"You're welcome, son", Marie replied kindly to Shane. She waited to make sure there was nothing else for him to say, and then moved to doing some work while she waited for Shane to finish his letter. She was very curious about what he would write, but she would respect him enough not to read his letter. Diane was the one who needed to read it and act accordingly, after all.<br/><br/>As Shane called down for her, Marie went up to his room and knocked on the door. As soon as the door was opened, Marie received the letter from Shane and sighed. "Don't worry about anything, son", she murmured gently. "I will deliver the letter to her right away, trust me", the woman promised, holding one of Shane's hands in a motherly way.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/>The Italian Lady couldn't help but want to snicker at Rich's comment. The man was terribly arrogant, it was disgusting to think that he really though he was that amazing. It was hard not to let him know how little she thought of him. The Lady felt comforted with the idea of being able to end his life whenever the two Ladies who had hired her gave the word.<br/><br/>"You don't have this problem, my King", the Lady replied, devoting herself to pretending she was being pleasured and doing her very best to pleasure the man and tire him out.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/>Pierre smiled when Martin took a sip of the wine. He was glad to see the Actor was starting to relax. It was a lot easier to get Martin to trust him, after all, if he could get the young man to relax and calm down. <br/><br/>Hearing that Martin wanted him made Pierre wink at the Actor and lean in for a kiss, nibbling on the Actor's lower lip. While he did so, Pierre slid his hands under Martin's shirt, moving to remove it. "I'm all yours", he whispered quietly, his voice already husky. "Tell me what to do, and I will", Pierre completed, pulling Martin's shirt carefully.</div>