70 Happy? (2/2)

She let out a little tune as she cleaned up the glasses on the ground, her hand brushing over the semi-dry blood on the carpet. She shivered as she remembered how she felt at that moment. Disgusted. Angered. Pain. And worst, fear. But there was also something there. 'Relief?' she pondered to herself as she picked up some more pieces.

It was undoubtedly from when Julian had reached out and bright her flowing, desperate tears to a stop. The moment had stuck with her for some reason she didn't know. Maybe it was the feeling of being comforted without actually having to come forth with her feelings or just the fact that he texted her...both ways she noticed the moment.

'Maybe this is ok,' Gradis thought to herself, 'maybe I can relax… maybe I can give in.”

Though she didn't want to admit it, she was growing accustomed to it and wanted to be involved more. She wanted to be cared more, to be sought after more, to be genuinely smiled at, to have a purpose… to be called mother.

She threw away the pieces of glass on the ground and then walked bouncily to the half wall. She picked up an air-freshener and Lysol spray and sprayed the bloodstains. She didn't bother to clean it up herself since she could always throw away the carpet, or throw a few dollar bills at it for a clean-up from professional cleaners.

There was no reason for her not to get used to them in all honesty. She was supposed to get the company under her name but it didn't mean she was supposed to get rid of everyone along the way. She could do some dirty work but it doesn't have to involve Julian or Matheio, she didn't need to hurt them.

Gradis grinned, a radiant smile spreading across lips that weren't used to making such a gentle and cheerful expression. She walked over to the sink and rinsed her hands.

'Why didn't I think about it before?!' She chuckled as she wiped her hands off, throwing the damp paper towel into the trash, then skipping to her briefcase and swinging it in her arms as she walked over to her room.

'I don't have to kill everyone, it wastes too much energy anyway. I can keep some alive… to make my take-over look natural if the ex-leader's son was still alive and married to me,' Gradis giggled, 'it's a perfect plan!'

She gently placed her work bag at the foot of her bed and threw herself onto the bed, rolling in the covers happily.

'Yea…' she smiled, pulling the covers over her body, 'I like that.'

DING