They talk about their last recruitment instead.

“How about we talk about our last recruitment, instead? That was one hell of a fun time.” Johanna says.

“Good idea, I was still in Nevada when Erica started her orientation, never got to hear the story yet.” Camilla was indeed working as a dean in a military boarding school on the verge of Nevada desert when the sorority recruited Erica. That was almost a year ago.

“Ooooh, yes. That felt like suuch a looong time ago. I was green as grass compared to you guys when I signed up. There was this one other girl, right? What was her name again? I have a bad memory for names.” Erica thinks about the time when she just joined.

“Meredith. I forgot about her last name but it was Meredith. You bashed her skull with a crowbar, Erica. You should remember that.” Gretchen speaks up.

The sorority members’ minds drift back to roughly 12 months ago, when they started looking for legal talents…

The sorority’s operation consists of a mature system. There must be a legal talent, a medical expert, a mental health specialist, recruiters, muscles, and all sorts of social connections that aim to cover for the sorority’s crusade of female homicides. Before Erica, the sorority’s top legal talent was a young latino lawyer Isabella from Puerto Rico that did the same work as Erica: defending sex offenders in courtrooms and victimizing cunt-havers. She always had a very strong tendency to self-destruct and would often deliberately antagonize her own clients to get beaten and ****. Her efficiency as a lawyer, despite her professionalism and vast experience, was painfully low due to her self-destructive behaviors. On numerous occasions, the sorority was on the verge of being exposed because of Isabella’s absenteeism. Gretchen wanted to dispose of her, but coincidentally, Isabella finally bit off more than she could chew. She provoked, and got kidnapped by an Albanian gang in New Mexico and was never heard from again. The sorority, of course, never bothered to save her and immediately started recruiting a new lawyer. One of their own Isabelle may be, she still had breasts and a cunt, making her worthless. It’s safe to say she’s either chopped to pieces or sold off as a mute living sex doll. This is the exact reason why Gretchen wants to recruit a lawyer that has at least some form of self-control this time. Legal help is absolutely essential to the sorority.

The sorority has a stringent recruitment process for its lawyer. Applicants have to be somewhat pleasing to the male eyes, not too old, and have been actively exonerating sex offenders. Most importantly, they must show no empathy for female lives, even their own, which is why each applicant was told beforehand only two applicants would pass the initial selection and participate in the entrance exams, and the loser among the two would die a horrible ****. The applicants who failed to pass the initial selection, which is most of them, would be tracked down and murdered to preserve the sorority’s secrecy. This is something the sorority doesn’t tell the applicants, of course.

“These two? Why are there no pictures on these documents? Do they look pretty? ” Gretchen examines two pages of files on her table. The sorority has received dozens of applications. Camilla handpicked two of them for the final selection. Erica is among the two. This is the story of how she prevailed to become the sorority’s dedicated legal mastermind.

“My boys have taken pictures of them right here.” Camilla drops a bundle of pictures of two women living their lives. Camilla is perhaps the one and only female in the sorority that would not bow to any men she considers weaker than herself. She has an entire ring of men across the nation that does dirty work for the sorority. If Camilla wants to, she can have Gretchen killed and replaced with herself right now. But Gretchen’s too much fun to be killed off this easy.

Gretchen picks up the pictures and looks: “Well, not bad at all. Erica Hart, and Meredith Davenport. Cute names. I hope you didn’t take their names into consideration when you chose them, Camilla.” Gretchen examines the pictures one by one: “Are they in town?”

“Yes, they are. Actually they already are in the building. They can be here at a moment’s notice.”

“Send them in, Camilla. How many rejects, by the way?”

“26, Gretchen, it’s gonna take a while.” Camilla responds.

“I want them all dead. Take it slow, and safe.” Gretchen sips her coffee.

Camilla nods and leaves the room with a pager in her hands.