Following Her Advice

The following morning, Nana left in a hurry without even having breakfast. Although she wasn't scheduled to work that morning, she still felt obligated to go early. She wouldn't have become known as the Healing Angel if she didn't go above and beyond.

Veronica couldn't manage the breakfast prepared for two alone, so she called in her driver to join her. Her driver tried to make conversation, but Veronica didn't seem to be in the mood for chatting. A sense of melancholy surrounded her. Her friend had left before having breakfast, which had irked her.

'Would it really be that bad if she'd stayed for another twenty minutes? Bah, no one would've died due to her getting in twenty minutes later! Besides, she's not even meant to be in this morning.'

Grousing internally, Veronica silently picked at her food. At the other end of the table, her driver had given up on conversing with her. He'd basically stopped all pretenses as he was currently stuffing his face with all the food on the table.

He glanced at Veronica, who was staring off into the distance, and then at her plate, thinking, 'Oh, that looks like a good sausage; I bet she wouldn't even notice if I snuck up and took it…'

Sitting there quietly, Veronica thought back to the previous night. Suddenly, she remembered what Nana had said to her. 'You should go into the office tomorrow and mark your territory! Make sure she knows to stay away!'

'It would be wrong of me to ignore a friend's advice. Plus, she is a doctor, so it could be considered doctor's orders for the sake of my mental health.'

After finishing breakfast, very little of which was eaten by Veronica, she headed up to her bedroom to prepare her battledress. Of course, if she was going to put on a show, it would be a damn good one. She had to create the perfect image to shock Anna into submission.

She picked out an elegant dress with complementing clutch and accessories, and then she carefully applied her make-up.

Veronica was careful. She might have been eager to show up that dumb b*tch, but she would do it properly; haste makes waste. Although she had a short temper, when she had a plan in mind, Veronica would become one of the most calm and patient people around.

'Hehehe, Anna, you skank, just you wait, you'll soon see who Roland truly loves.'

…

In the Graycastle building, on the top floor, Anna sneezed violently.

Barov spun in his chair and laughed at her. "Ha ha ha. Someone must be talking about you."

"Nice things, I hope," she replied.

Thinking of her conversation with Roland the other day, Anna turned to Barov and asked, "Has anything happened with Roland? Is he doing ok? Does he seem down at all?"

"Why would you ask that? If anything, he seems unusually happy at the moment. His little sister is visiting, so it's probably because of that."