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118. PRISCILLA ON EDGE

Priscilla Randall sat alone in her mansion trying to keep her mind from shattering into little pieces. None of her plans were working and she had no idea why.

Her informant was nowhere to be found, it was like he vanished from the face of the earth. If there was one thing she hated more, it was being ignored and people got hurt when they don't pay attention to her.

Her informant was keeping her in the dark and he would pay dearly for that but first, she needed to know what he had found. For the eighteenth time, she had called him but his line was still switched off.

Priscilla could not understand why he was not picking up. She finally called one of the moles she had planted in his office for information but she knew just how pointless it was.

She called Amanda Knowles.

The line rang a few times before it was answered.

"What the fuck kept you?" Priscilla said, her voice was menacing.

"I am so sorry ma'am, I was asleep," Amanda said, sounding drowsy.

"I do not pay