The phone clicked off, and Lilith's lips curved into a wicked smile. Her hands tapped against her phone as an idea came up in her mind. "Calista thought she could just push Vera out like trash? Not on my watch," she thought.
She scrolled through her contacts, her gaze fell upon a name she rarely used but kept, because it always come in handy. The guy who always make problems disappear. With a deep breath, she pressed call.
"I need a favor," Lilith purred into the phone. "Meet me at the old boathouse in an hour. And bring your special talents."
Next, she sent a text to Vera: "I have a plan. Meet me ASAP, address attached."
An hour later, Lilith's heels crunched on gravel as she approached the almost collapsed structure by the lake. Vera was already there, pacing nervously. "Ash? Who is this guy?"
Before Lilith could answer, a door slammed nearby, a tall man in a dark jack emerged.
"Ladies," he nodded curtly. "What's the job?"
