She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 14

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She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 14

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The door pulled open and Thelda was jerked
to consciousness. She turned absentmindedly
to the door with a slug of her wine and
watched Anabel, her secretary, walk into the
room.

She was attractive and sassy with s£nsu@l full
lips and lovely long legs. She had vivid blue
eyes that blazed with intelligence. Her brown
hair was cut short with a few strands
spreading across her forehead. She was an
ambidextrous in her early thirties and a
wedding band encircled her ring finger. At
seventeen, Anabel married a magnate who
divorced her at twenty-five when she tried to
talk him out of infidelity. After two months of
their divorce, she paid Reagan to assassinate
him. Her former husband’s relations sued her for murder but she greased the palms of the chief judge and when he gave his verdict, she was found not guilty. At twenty-seven, she
remarried to a politician who later found her a
job in the villa as Thelda’s personal secretary.

One morning, Thelda eavesdropped as Anabel
called Reagan on the phone to assassinate
Charley Hills, one of the presidential aides,
who probably was not in good terms with her.

Later that day, when the deed was already
done, Thelda invited Anabel to her office.

“Did the assignment go well?” She said with
smiles when Anabel had settled and she
started walking up and down her office.

Anabel looked confused. She adjusted on the
two-seater sofa, “What assignment ma?”
Thelda stood still, smiling. She walked to the
sofa and sat, “Don’t pretend.” Her face turned stern, sudden lines appearing on her cheeks.

That was her habit whenever she was angry.
Anabel looked more bewildered, “I don’t get it ma.” She said calmly.

“You don’t get it? I like that. You certainly
don’t know the implication of what you just
did or maybe I sounded cranky.” Anabel’s
mouth was now agape and Thelda started
smiling, “Are you pretending you don’t know what I’m talking about?”

Anabel shuttered, “Honestly, I’m lost ma. I
don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Thelda smirked, “You just murdered Charley
Hills. Do you now understand?” She ran a
palm down her hair.

Anabel began to hyperventilate, “Mur, mur,
murd_” She couldn’t find the word. She was
instantly stupefied and could feel her heart
slamming against her ribs. She opened her
mouth to speak but no word came forth. Her
legs felt paralyzed and beads of sweat
gathered on her forehead. She bent her head
and thought the world had come to an end.

Thelda watched her and chortled,
“Relax my dear, you don’t have to panic. You did it because it was necessary, I understand.

I won’t utter a word to anyone about what
happened today.” Anabel looked up at her, her face overcome with frisson. Thelda shifted
closer to her, smiling, “No person will know
you murdered Hills and it’s a promise.” She
patted her shoulder. Anabel was now gazing
at her. Thelda folded her arms and stood up,
“You’ll do something for me and it’s urgent.”

She strolled to the table and relaxed her
hands on it, thinking about what she had
decided with the senator. After a while, she
walked back to the seat and sat. She unfolded
her arms, “I want Williams Bruno dead and he shouldn’t last beyond the university
anniversary.”

Anabel’s eyes became wild. She didn’t know what exactly to think of. Her heart did a
complete somersault, “What?” It was an echo.

Thelda put a finger on her lips, “Sh! Keep your voice down.” She stood again, “Get your hit man on the phone, I want to speak to him right now.”

“What’re you talking about ma?” Anabel’s voice was low and tensed.

Thelda collected her phone, “Just do as I
said.” She gave the phone to Anabel.
“Ma, you want to murder your husband, the
president of this country?” A vein started
throbbing in her temple.

“And you just murdered a presidential aide.
Just do as I said immediately.” She ordered.
Anabel knew she meant it and spoke no more.

She dialed Reagan’s number with an unsteady finger and gave the phone to Thelda.

“That’s good.” Thelda said and placed the
ringing phone against her ear, “In this life, you do things when they’re necessary, that’s what survival is all about.” She said as she waited for Reagan to pick up. In a short while, Reagan came on the other end and she said,

“This is Thelda Bruno.” There was silence, “I admire how you masterly assassinated Charley Hills.

You’re indeed a professional” She
paused, “I honestly don’t mean any harm.”

Silence, “I’ve an urgent assignment for you.”

Another silence followed, “My husband is the
target.” She stopped, “I’m not joking, I’m d--n serious.” She smiled, “Yes, I’ve never been more serious in my life.” Her face became mean, “Four million Duros.” Silence,

“That’s all I’ll give you.” Short silence, “Five million then and that’s final.” She breathed,

“Meet me in an hour at my apartment at Niger Street for more elaboration. Anabel will give you the address.” She hung up and turned to the shivering Anabel, “This is exactly the type of man I want. He seems to have the guts.”

She started smiling, “Send him the address
immediately.”