01-05-2015, 02:52 PM
She watched the guests carefully as she waited for Oakland to show. Body language told her what she needed to know. They might as well have worn numbers indicating their importance or wealth.
A woman who entered on the arm of a very attractive far younger man stood tall and regal, surveying the scene while the man moved as if nearly invisible. Arm candy. She wouldn't have minded some candy at the moment.
Others came in and she pegged them as well. These were all the higher ups in the city and they moved about with a bit of relief. Oakland had given them some breathing room, after all. Though she had no doubt that many would have and had attended parties thrown by the cartels too. Such was the nature of politics. Sleep with whoever gives you an advantage. They were pathetic.
The looks people gave each other showed interest and friendliness while positioning of arms and set of chin gave truth to the lie. No one seemed to want to overtly show dislike, though.
Except for one man. He walked in as if he owned the place, surveying his kingdom. If she had not seen pictures of Oakland she would have assumed this was he. He was a slender young man who held himself as if the world and the people in it were his toys and he knew it.
It was clear some of the guests knew it too. There was no hiding their disdain. She caught little snippets of hushed and shocked conversation. So this man was in Oakland's inner circle, huh? She put on a friendly smile and maneuvered herself so that gradually she got closer to him.
Soon, she was standing next to him idly sipping on her drink while watching the sycophants. "Pathetic isn't it?"
she said with a smile.
A woman who entered on the arm of a very attractive far younger man stood tall and regal, surveying the scene while the man moved as if nearly invisible. Arm candy. She wouldn't have minded some candy at the moment.
Others came in and she pegged them as well. These were all the higher ups in the city and they moved about with a bit of relief. Oakland had given them some breathing room, after all. Though she had no doubt that many would have and had attended parties thrown by the cartels too. Such was the nature of politics. Sleep with whoever gives you an advantage. They were pathetic.
The looks people gave each other showed interest and friendliness while positioning of arms and set of chin gave truth to the lie. No one seemed to want to overtly show dislike, though.
Except for one man. He walked in as if he owned the place, surveying his kingdom. If she had not seen pictures of Oakland she would have assumed this was he. He was a slender young man who held himself as if the world and the people in it were his toys and he knew it.
It was clear some of the guests knew it too. There was no hiding their disdain. She caught little snippets of hushed and shocked conversation. So this man was in Oakland's inner circle, huh? She put on a friendly smile and maneuvered herself so that gradually she got closer to him.
Soon, she was standing next to him idly sipping on her drink while watching the sycophants. "Pathetic isn't it?"
she said with a smile.