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Liv ground her teeth and clenched Nette's hand tighter. "As much as I'd like to do away with the puppet, we need him. Neither of us are strong enough to haul away bodies and bury them." She tolerated Jack but did not relish the idea that he was a pawn of their parents. He reported to them first, the jobs he did for Liv and Antonette were on the side. He dropped Antonette's hand as they approached the door to the Ballroom. "Play your part well, Antonette." She said before pushing the door open. A wide smile on plastered on her face and a brightness in her eyes. She hurried down the stairs and glanced over at her parents, her mother waved in return but did nothing other to recognize her children. Their parents never cared for them. They were only trophies to them. Prizes to show off to others. Her parents only cared about three things: money, sex, and illegal products that would get them even more money. She stood close to the greeter at the door, watching some of the people walk in before the greeter smiled to her. "Is there something you need Ms. Ambrose?" Liv shook her head with a small smile and continued to watch the flow of people move in. Until one man stopped, a closet pedophile that invested in trafficking illegal alcohol and sex slaves.

"Why Liv! You're looking well. Where's your sister? You two are always glued to each other by the waist." He said, crossing his hands over his portly stomach. He was a normal looking man, early forties maybe yet his head was already nearly bald with just bit of grey-brown hair clinging to the sides of his head. He had squinty dark eyes and a long dark mustache. Liv was disgusted by this man.

Unlike most people here, Liv always did her homework. She knew every dirty little secret everyone had in this room. She was clever and always looked for hidden meanings behind things, after all.. people weren't hard to figure out. "Why, Mr. Louis! Its been ages. About a year am I correct?" She paused, disgusted old twat. Die in the depths of hell. "My sister is probably off, keeping her distance from you." She lower her voice. "She doesn't like men. At least not men like you Mr. Louis. And I'm sure those other young girls you're so found of didn't like you either." She narrowed her eyes and turned on her heels. She felt like she was the wolf in the middle of a herd of sheep. She felt arrogant and powerful. She was only 19 yet she felt as if her wit far surpassed anyone in this room. She knew this night would go over well. She was not going to be undone, not by scum.