NARRATIVE
Like any other weekend in most wealthy homes, family members of the Grey's household were engaged in diverse individual activities of their choices.
While Ashton was out with friends, Imogen still lay in bed sulking from the previous day's incident.
Harriet had just stride out of her room but stopped right at the balcony, placing a hand on the railing as she stared with contempt at Scarlett_who was walking across the living room towards the family's music room. Her black hair was in a messy bun with several strands falling over her face and she's dressed in a big white round-neck shirt, dark-blue denim and fluffy white flip-flops.
Scarlett didn't seem to notice anyone looking at her as she walked in high spirits, towards the music room. Briefly, she ran a hand over the exquisite piano in the living room before she walked off. Because she wanted a private time, she wasn't going to play piano at the living room.
Harriet who'd been watching her all the while still couldn't take her eyes off her until she was out of eyesight.
She was thinking of millions of ways through which she could get rid of her without much stress. Not causing society to point accusing fingers at her.
Harriet couldn't understand how it all happened. How that despite all she did years ago, Paige's daughter was still alive and was now a thorn and such threat in her life and that of her precious children.
How did this happened? I'm certain I had the assassin kill that child. How did she survive? Was it Aimee's doing? But how? How did she know of my plans? What am I missing here? Harriet continued asking herself those rhetorical questions that she's yet to get answers to.
FLASHBACK; Two decades ago.
Harriet paced about the room of her apartment, eagerly waiting for someone's call. She hoped he's successful and obedient in carrying out her orders.
Not long afterwards, her phone rang and she immediately hurried to pick it up from the couch.
"Yes. How was it? Have you successfully eliminated the child?" She questioned with anticipating excitement glistening in her big eyes.
"Yes Madam. That child is dead! You don't have to worry about anything again. No one can stop you now." The assassin said and Harriet smirked. An evil excitement reflecting in her facial features at the moment.
"Good job, Scorpio. I'd transfer the rest of your pay immediately. You'll also be getting a tip from me for successfully carrying out the deal." She said as a cryptic smile appeared on her lips.
"Really? Thank you so much. I'll be expecting it then." Harriet smirked even deeply as she ended the call.
"Of course, you should expect it." She said and immediately dialed another number on her phone.
"Do it!" She ordered.
"Yes, Boss."
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It was late that night when Scorpio, Harriet's hired assassin readied his luggage as he plans to flee the country immediately he received Harriet's package.
He suddenly heard the knock on his door. Slightly tensed, he walked to the door and took a peep at the intruder through the small peep hole in his door. His tension disappeared the moment he recognized one of Harriet's surbordinate standing outside without any weapon or looks that'll come off as suspicious to him.
Scorpio hurried on to open the door but that became the moment of his doom. Because the moment he opened his door for the visitor, he was yet to say a word when the bullet from the silent pistol of Harriet's cold hearted surbordinate, penetrated into his forehead boring a deep hole through it. Scorpio's eyes reflected a look of shock and confusion before it became cold and he slumped to the floor of his apartment, cold, still and devoid of life.
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Once again, Harriet smirked the moment her surbordinate informed her he'd accomplished the task she assigned him.
"Very good. Awesome, you've done so well." Harriet stood up from her couch, daintily dropped the wine glass in her hand on the glass table. She then began walking towards the surbordinate slowly, an evil intention in her heart. She had no plans on letting him live either. The private guard who had his head bowed low, didn't see his death coming soon either. "I'll make sure you're handsomely rewarded."
"Tha..." His words caught in the air as he slumped to the floor instantly, cold and liveless a confused look in his eyes as he foamed from his mouth.
Yes, she killed him through poisoning.
If only he knew, he wouldn't have accepted to toast with her when she offered him champagne some mins ago.
A sick smile reflected on her face as she watched his lifeless form on the floor. To her, he was part of the tools she'd needed in other to accomplish her goals. She glanced at the wine glass on the table without remorse.
Now, her secrets could remain hidden forever.
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PRESENTLY
Harriet removed her hand from the rail as she began walking down the stairs. If getting more blood on her hands would suffice for her to permanently get rid of Scarlett this time, she wouldn't mind. But first, she must make Scarlett trust her and see if she could see through her intentions.
There has to be something that kid knows which she ain't saying to anyone, well at least now. There must be something Aimee Brooke knows too and Harriet wasn't so concerned on the sort of methods she plans to use to make sure she finds out what it is and also to end all obstacles, once and for all.
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Scarlett sang along to the tune she's playing on the piano. Her eyes were shut tightly and her head slightly thrown backwards as her fingers worked expertly on the keys, producing the sounds situatble and desirable to her at the moment. She was playing a fast note, her thoughts revolving on all that's happened in her life to this moment. Her mind, heart and soul dwelling on her new identity. She wondered how things would enfold from now onwards in this new home, new city, new country, new responsibilities and new life.
Although her heart was deeply rooted in the world she'd created with her music, her ears were still sensitive to her surroundings. She could hear the door of the music room open and the faint sounds of footsteps heading her way.
A small smile graced a corner of her lips and soon she slowed down the tempo of her music, letting her fingers linger more on the keys.
As she sang the last line of her song, she let her eyes open.
"Ms. I'm sorry to interrupt you," Scarlett heard the voice of one of the kitchen maids. She hit the last key of her song on the piano before she turned to stare at the maid standing beside her.
"Yes, Marinette. How may I help you?" She asked.
"Your stepmother asked me to bring you a glass of juice." She said and that was when Scarlett noticed the tray she was holding.