As soon as he entered, the butler stood there frozen in his place, the tension in the room was so high, concentrating on keeping his hands steady so he didnâ€™t drop the tray he was holding. He hated when the Mistress held meetings like this. The past few weeks she has been in such a bad mood and was constantly taking it out on him. He was just waiting for her to notice him, start yelling at him, and then give him another order. But nothing came. She was too focused on the two other men in the room, both well-dressed, which he assumed were some of her rich clients, engaged in what appeared to be a pretty heated conversation. He was but an insignificant butler; he barely knew what the Mistress did for a living. He was pretty content with that as her clients were pretty intimidating people.<br/><br/>He knew better than to eavesdrop so he simply placed the tray on the table. Clearing his throat, he spoke in a meek voice, â€œYour wine and crackers, Mistress.â€ He fumbled with his tie a bit and nodded towards the tray then slowly slipped out of the room. She would always order him to grab said items for her whenever she had guests over. Whether they were clients or just family members, which he has never gotten to know much to his dismay, her father is a wonderful man, she always had the same routine no matter what was going on. Since the routine was always the same, at least he had it drilled into his mind so he wouldnâ€™t fuck it up.<br/><br/>With the butler out of the room she walked over to the tray and poured a glass of wine for herself and her two guests. â€œAs I was saying before we were interrupted.â€ Mistress Jeanne DeMarrius smirked as she held the glass to her lips and took a sip. â€œYou want me to pay you, when you havenâ€™t even done your job properly?â€ She inquired, leaning closer to the shorter to the two men. The man seemed to shrink back a little from her gaze, well aware that he was fighting a battle he had been destined to lose from the start. Everyone in town knew Jeanne and those who didnâ€™t usually received an education lesson pretty fast in one way or another. Her family owned half the city, her father is the current mayor, and even she ran some very successful businesses around the city.<br/><br/>Rumor is that she even works in some underground market business, a buying and selling sort of thing, and deals with the mob. Some say she has her own private mob that she uses as her bodyguards. Oh, but we all know how rumors are.<br/><br/>â€œWe did do our job. You wanted that man dead, right? That one guy who was running against you, Erikson, right?â€ The other man spoke up, displeased with this situation.<br/><br/>â€œI ordered you to make him disappear. When I watched the news, his body had been found. What do you have to say about that?â€<br/><br/>â€œWellâ€¦â€<br/><br/>â€œâ€˜Well?â€™â€ She repeated, slowly beginning to circle the two frightened men. â€œI sure hope you have a better excuse than that, boys. You haveâ€¦ five minutes to come up with something. I need a break; you idiots are giving me a headache.â€ With a sweet smile, she left the room. The moment she turned away from the door her expression turned into a menacing glower. On her way back down to the main foyer she notced the butler, who gave her a welcoming nod just to be nice, but simply walked passed him without making eye contact. It was times like these where he wanted to call her an ungrateful bitch. He probably would have by now if it wouldnâ€™t earn him a severed tongue. Most of the people around the manor knew to stay out of the Mistressâ€™s way whenever she was livid, fearing that they would end up as her punching bag. She really could be a piece of work.<br/><br/>The moment Jeanne got outdoors she reached into her pocket and pulled out her pack of cigarettes and a light. It felt good to take a drag; she has needed a cigarette for the past hour now. Waiting any longer to take this smoke break would have driven her crazy. Some nicotine was just what she needed to take the edge off and cool down before she continued biting the heads off of those two buffoons. It was a surprisingly nice night tonight. Shame she was dealing with some business, otherwise she would probably head out into town for a walk and to visit some old friends she doesnâ€™t get to see very often.<br/><br/>Suddenly, she caught movement out of the corner of her eye and jumped a little. Something was moving towards the garden near the edge of the yard. Taking one final drag from her cigarette, she snuffed the cancer stick out in the bucket on the porch and decided to go check it out. There have been some trouble with the neighbors lately; theyâ€™ve seemed to have created a game out of allowing their cats to roam about her yard. A bunch of annoying teenagers, most likely, which made it all the more irritating, she really had a dislike for children in general. When she gets married she was not going to have any kids. If she did she was going to make sure that she kept them in line so they would not grow up to be spoiled little brats who didnâ€™t appreciate anything.<br/><br/>If this happened to be one of the neighbors, she was going to be pissed. â€œHey! What the hell are you doing snooping around?â€ She yelled out when she got close enough, but not too close just so she didnâ€™t run the risk of endangering herself. There was a stick nearby, which she proceeded to throw at the flowers.