She unlocked the door and entered the suite, tipped the bellboy and locked the door behind him. She turned and glanced over at the desk where a teetering pile of mail awaited her. The telegram on top caught her eye. She opened it and quickly scanned the page. It was about what she expected. She tossed the page into the fire burning brightly in the corner fireplace.
She was somewhat amused that it had taken them this long to replace her, but no matter, she had plans of her own. She picked up the receiver and dialed.
“It is done,” she said.
The voice on the other end of the phone said, “And what if anyone comes looking for you?”
She hesitated, thinking. “Tell them I was a mad bitch and that you threw me overboard.” This earned a chuckle on the other end of the line.
“That’s what we’ll tell them, but I’m telling you… if you don’t come back for us one day, we’re going to come looking for you,” the concern in his voice was evident.
“I know.”
“If you need us for anything,” he said in a low soothing voice, “anything at all… you know where to find us.”
She nodded, “Indeed, I do.” She hung up the phone.
