"Oh, my god, it feels so damned good to have that b***h out of our lives," Sarah exclaimed excitedly, leaning back into the velvet sofa.
Her bright, red nails tapped rhythmically in the glass she held that was filled with sparkling wine.
Veronica, sitting across from her, chuckled, the corners of her lips twisting into a smirk. "Mission accomplished," she said, reaching for the bottle of exotic wine resting on the glass coffee table.
She poured herself another drink, the golden liquid reflecting the sunlight streaming through the large windows of the Fury mansion. "Let's toast to the end of that nuisance."
Their moment was interrupted as a maid made her appearance at the door, hesitant as if to acknowledge entering an uninvited conversation.
"Madam Veronica," the maid ventured, "is
