<div style="text-align: justify;">Colette was relieved to know that the boy who had taken the note to Paul. She knew he would not name the guests who had sent the note. They had probably promised him more than she could, Colette concluded. Well... as long as he would deliver the note, the rest didn't really matter.<br/><br/>As requested, the boy took the note and ran off back to the room where the two ladies were. The note was handed to the oldest one, and she read it before passing the note to her sister.<br/><br/>The two women exchanged glances. Had they been caught? Had someone, Lord knows how, found out who they were? If that was the case, they would have to act quickly.<br/><br/>One of the ladies took the phone and rang to Pierre's room. Waiting impatiently, she didn't really talk much once the Frenchman took the receiver. "It is time", the woman said simply, and hung up.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: red;background:red;"/></div><br/>Marie smiled kindly when Shane said he hoped Diane would listen. So did Marie, for Diane's own good. That boy had a heart of gold, and he didn't deserve to have it broken. That girl would be too dumb if she didn't leave that inadequate husband of hers right away and ran into Shane's arms.<br/><br/>Feeling a bit guilty, the woman took a peek at the letter while she moved up to the penthouse to deliver it. Poor boy, he was so sweet. She would have married him herself if she happened to be many years younger.<br/><br/>Shaking this thought, the woman stepped out of the elevator when it hit her floor and walked to Diane's door. She didn't care if that husband of hers was there. All she needed to do was deliver the letter and be done with it, for now.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: red;background:red;"/></div><br/>The Italian Lady had to do her best not to laugh on Rich's face. That man was such a moron and a jerk, she couldn't believe anyone could be that oblivious and out of touch with reality. Then again, she reminded herself, he was an American. The Lady didn't really think too much of those, and would only be too happy to finish him off. Too bad her employers wanted to take the man out themselves. Well, she would at least get to watch.<br/><br/>"But I wouldn't be much of a woman either if I didn't please you, my King...", she replied with a mischievous smile.<br/><br/>"What do you want your little Queen to do?", she asked, hoping he would allow her to pleasure him in any way that didn't require her to keep staring at his face.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: red;background:red;"/></div><br/>Pierre didn't mind helping Martin relax at all. The more the Actor relaxed and trusted him - or at least believed him to be harmless -, the easier Pierre's job would be. Up until the time to actually do it, though, the young Frenchman would simply enjoy Martin's company. The actor was so handsome he felt bad knowing that he would be dead soon, depending only on a word by his...<br/><br/>The kissing and caressing were interrupted by the phone ringing. Pierre felt a chill down his spine, and nibbled on Martin's lip. "I'm sorry", he whispered, before moving to the phone. The simple message was understood, but Pierre's face didn't register any emotion, and the man didn't say anything to the person on the other side.<br/><br/>"Wrong number", the Frenchman explained, caressing Martin's back gently. "I'm all yours for as long as you want me now", he murmured, sliding his hands down Martin's chest and to his trousers. "May I?", Pierre asked quietly.</div>