"You're not sitting on that throne of power; you're chained to it."
Meet Harper Kadric. Cold. Cynical. Smart. Shrewd. She's on the warpath with a meticulous plan to execute revenge, and deliver rightful justice...in a wrongful way.
Enter Jared Mour...
That kiss. That fucking kiss. I saw it. I fucking saw it.
Oh god. Sorry you had to see that.
I think if he'd known I was watching he would have gone right ahead and fucked her senseless then and there.
Okay, give him a little credit. He's not that sick to take it out on you.
How do you know? How can you tell? Don't you know it's literal suicide to be that naïve about people? Of course he can be that sick. Everyone is a little sick in their core. Everybody has some kind of sickness there is no cure for.
Right, like you. You have multiple incurable sicknesses, in fact: paranoia, jealousy, and homicidal tendencies.
Okay, the last one, happened just once.
You just said you might have to do it again.
Exactly: might. Might have to do again. If he realizes how fucking stupid he's being and breaks it off with her, I wouldn't have to do anything.
So that's your plan if they get serious? Pull off another Gordon Hastings?
I don't know. Yet. I'll have to give it more time. Even with Gordon, I didn't act until the very last straw.
Right. So just be patient. Give it more time. Give them more time.
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